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Chapter Thirty-Five

M iller’s kiss consumes me, his churro flavor filling my mouth, and the instincts I’ve been fighting explode. Engulfing me in a fiery inferno of pain and need.

My mate is here—protecting me, loving me, caring for me—and now there’s no holding back my heat. Slick gushes from my pussy, soaking through my thick panties and covering my thighs as a needy whimper pulls from my chest.

“Alpha,” I sigh, throwing my arms around his neck and climbing him like a tree. A sense of protection wraps around me like a cloak, allowing me to surrender to this moment, to stop being strong and just be.

“I’ve got you, Puff. I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my hair, sliding one arm under my rump and using the other to wield a heavy baseball bat. A soft purr begins in Miller’s chest, vibrating away my stress, and I surrender to it. Calming just from his nearness. “We’re getting out of here.”

Miller’s dark hair is slicked back with way too much product, and he has a thick layer of makeup on from the photoshoot, which my omega takes extreme offense to. But it’s still my favorite face, even if I want to wipe it all off to make him look like the man I know.

“Nice makeup,” I tease, rubbing at it with the sleeve of my coat while snuggled tightly in his embrace. A rumbly growl bursts from him, and I tuck into his neck as he carries me out of the carnival. Others approach, but Miller wards them off with deep growls and harsh smacks of the bat, all the while purring for me any time I get restless.

The metal hits the flesh of anyone who dares to get close to us, leaving a trail of pain in our wake.

I know we must look unhinged to the festival goers—and it doesn’t matter one bit. The need to get out of here, to tear off these too-tight clothes and sink into a soft pile of blankets is all-consuming.

Nest. Need nest.

The second the thought bubbles up, my brain latches onto it, chanting in my head so loudly that it turns into a roar.

“I know, Puff. I know. I hoped we would have more time so you could put all your touches on it. But I have one for you,” Miller promises. I hadn’t realized I was saying the words out loud, but his answer is what I need .

A loud beeping makes me jump, and before I know it, Miller slides me into the back seat of his SUV. He quickly buckles me in, slams the door, and jumps into the driver’s seat.

What? No! Why?

“Alpha. No. Too far away,” I cry, writhing restlessly on the seat. The leather is sandpaper on my legs where my dress has ridden up. Now that he’s no longer purring for me, my skin feels like it’s being stung by a thousand red ants. My nipples are so hard against the fabric of my bra that it grates on them, and all I want to do is cry. The seatbelt is too tight.

Too. Tight.

“Stop, omega,” Miller barks when I claw at the pressure keeping me locked in. “Keep the seatbelt on.” His command makes my hands fall listlessly at my sides, and tears fill my eyes.

Why is he being so mean? Why can’t my Alpha see I’m in agony?

“Good girl,” he says, and his purr fills the interior of the car. Miller speeds away from the carnival, glancing back in the mirror to look at me. “Such a good omega.”

“Alpha. Hurts,” I whine as a cramp makes my legs spasm.

“I know, sweet omega. But we weren’t safe there. We need to get you to a cozy nest for your heat.” My brain knows what he’s saying is reasonable, but every part of me rebels against it, too consumed by the misery twisting my guts. “I’m up here, and you’re back there so I can drive us to a safe place. But I need you to do something for me. Can you listen so good for your Alpha?”

Pouting and petulant, I nod. If this was any other scenario, I would slap myself for my childish behavior—but heats change us. Freaking hormones .

“Good. Tell me, Posie. Is your pussy wet for me?” His voice is deep with desire, and I stare at his chiseled features in the rearview mirror. God, I wish he was back here with me.

“Y-yes,” I answer, rubbing my thighs together. My slick-resistant panties have long since given up, and a puddle of arousal forms beneath me, spreading across the seat. I’m prepared to be knotted countless times in the coming days.

“Do you want to feel better?”

“Please, Alpha,” I cry, wanting nothing more.

“Then spread those pretty thighs and pull your panties to the side. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.” His voice cracks, and his eyes flick back for a mere second, making my heart race. I want him to watch me. I need him to watch the road. Either way, I do his bidding, opening as wide as I can in the narrow back seat and gasping when the cool air hits my overheated core.

“Now, soak your fingers in your slick. Make them nice and slippery for me,” he demands. Sliding them through my center, I part my lower lips, blushing at just how turned on I am. My hand becomes drenched in an instant, and I strum my clit.

“Good girl, taking the initiative,” he chuckles, and I preen under his praise, happy to please my Alpha. “Move that sloppy hand in slow circles. I want to hear you moan with every rotation. Let it all out.”

Holy fuck, this is hot.

My fingers dance between my folds, round and round, the circles get tighter and tighter, moaning louder with each movement. Unable to resist, I arch my back and start humping my hand in earnest. I wish there was something bigger to give me friction, but this will have to do… for now.

The octave of my voice gets higher, and I pant as I finger fuck myself in the backseat of Miller’s car.

“God, you smell amazing. No one else is ever going to be allowed in this car,” he groans from the front seat. “We’re getting close to your nest, Puff. Three minutes. I want you to come before we get there.”

“More pressure,” he demands. “Faster.”

I do as my Alpha tells me, the orgasm building inside my belly.

“Pinch it,” he growls. “Pinch that little clit and shout my name as you come.”

The bite of pain is just what I need to let go. Throwing my head back, I cry out for Miller as I rock over my fingers, chasing the first much-needed orgasm of my heat. The pleasure makes me see golden stars and more slick bursts forth. My pussy clamps down, and I scream with the need to be filled, consumed. Stuffed with Alpha cock.

The car slams to a stop, and I’m vaguely aware of a garage door coming down while I shake in the backseat, awash in both gratification and denial.

My door opens with a loud click, but I’m too tired to move a muscle. Miller leans in close, and I catch a whiff of his sweet sugary cinnamon.

So delicious.

Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and lick his throat, then suck hard, wanting to savor every second of being able to scent him. He unlatches my belt, then slips a finger between my legs, sliding it along my pussy to capture the dripping slick. He brings it to his mouth with a moan. Pulling me into his arms, he hoists me from the car and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a breathy sigh when his hands grasp my ass. One thick finger slides deep inside my throbbing pussy.

“Welcome home, Posie.”