Page 11 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"Name it."
"You all wear one too." She meets my gaze. "If I have to be tracked, so do you. All four of you."
I blink in surprise. "You want to track us?"
"Equal partnership, remember? That was our agreement when we decided to do this."
She's right. We promised equality in our unusual arrangement, despite the traditional Alpha-Omega dynamic that would place her in a submissive role.
"Deal." I fasten the necklace around her neck. "I'll have matching devices made for all of us by the end of the week."
The pendant nestles in the hollow of her throat, the sapphire matching her dress perfectly.
"It is beautiful," she admits, touching it lightly.
"Beautiful jewelry for my beautiful mate."
She rolls her eyes. "Cheesy."
"But effective." I pull her against me. "You're not mad anymore."
"I'm still a little mad." But she wraps her arms around my waist. "You'll have to work hard to make it up to me."
"I can think of a few ways to do that." I lower my head to brush my lips against hers.
She responds immediately, her body melting against mine. The kiss deepens, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands fist in my jacket.
"Take me home," she murmurs against my lips. "I want you inside me."
"We could stay here." I gesture to a plush outdoor sofa nestled among the plants. "No one can see us."
"Tempting." She nips at my bottom lip. "But I want a bed. I want space to do all the things I've been thinking about during dinner."
"What kind of things?" I slide my hand down to cup her ass.
"Dirty things." She presses herself against my erection. "Filthy things that will make you forget your name."
I groan. "You're killing me."
"Not yet." She bites my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. "But I might by morning."
Chapter 3 - Dahlia
Igrab Evan's hand and pull him toward the car; my body is already humming with need. The pendant rests cool against my throat, a reminder of his overprotective nature and how much I plan to make him pay for it tonight.
"Someone's eager," Evan says with that smug smile I both hate and love.
"You have no idea." I press my thighs together; the friction only makes my arousal worse. "Drive fast."
He opens the passenger door for me, brushing my lower back with his hand. Even that slight touch sends electricity through my body. Pregnancy hormones have turned my sex drive up to eleven, and right now, I want nothing more than to climb this man like a tree.
"Should I be worried?" Evan asks as he slides behind the wheel.
I laugh and place my hand on his thigh, inching it upward. "You know me so well."
His breath catches when my fingers brush against the bulge in his pants. "Dahlia, I'm trying to drive."
"Then drive." I squeeze gently. "Consider this... motivation to get us to the hotel quickly."
