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We pile her into the back seat of Ford’s SUV, much to her chagrin and protests. I have to prize her little fists from my shirt, slamming the door behind me and taking a front seat next to Ford. I’d be sitting her on my cock in a flash if I sat there with her in the back. Her scent is becoming more and more alluring. And I am feeling more and more like an addict in desperate need of a hit.
“Drive,” I tell Ford as I ramp up the radio, hoping to block out the noises the omega is making in the back seat.
It doesn’t work and when I peek back at her over my shoulder, I find her lying on her back with her hand between her thighs.
“Ahh shit,” I say, snapping my gaze back to the windscreen.
“What?” Ford asks. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s touching herself.” Sweat pools at the base of my spine and my palms are damp again. I drag them down my thighs, adding my blunt fingernails in the hope the pain will distract me.
Ford’s eyes dart to the rearview mirror and I have to remind myself again that he’s only human to prevent myself from slamming my fist into his cheek.
His jaw slackens, his eyes lock on the mirror and I have to thump him on the shoulder to prevent us from running straight through a red light.
“This is going to be agony,” he grumbles, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I can see it bending.
“It wouldn’t be, if you helped me, Alpha,” Molly calls from the back seat and I ram the radio up even louder.
I direct Ford into the private basement parking lot and then open my door, taking a deep inhale of the clear air, before I tackle the little hurricane in the back seat. She’s on me as soon as I open the door, mouth sucking at my neck, hot little hands trying to find their way under my shirt.
“Omega,” I warn, but this one’s always been that bit more resistant to an alpha’s authority and doesn’t even blink an eye.
I lift her out of the car, trying to ignore the way she snuggles in my arms, rubbing her body against my torso, and motion to Ford to follow me to the private elevator. He keys in the code and we ride all the way up to the penthouse, both of us rigid as the omega mewls at us both, begging for our attention.
The doors open straight into the open-plan space of River’s apartment, glass lining all the walls and the view stretching all the way down to the harbor and the sea.
We blink in the bright light and step through into the room, halting when a voice calls from the sofa.
“Colt?”
River is stretched out on the sofa in front of us, hands hooked behind his head, wearing nothing but a pair of dark boxers and a golden tan.
I grunt.
River grins and lumbers up to sit, eyes traveling from my face to the squirming omega in my hands.
“So nice of you to drop by. And I see you brought me a little gift too?”
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Ford
I growla warning and step out between the two other alphas.
I don’t know what they’re playing at. I don’t know what the hell this is. But I don’t like it.
These two assholes are not laying their hands on the omega. They’re not taking advantage of her.
My fingers twitch and I feel the gun heavy against my chest. I won’t have a problem using it if I need to.
“What is this?” I say to Turner, my gaze flicking between the two alphas, my fingers twitching for that gun.
“This?” Turner says in confusion. “What the hell–”
“You said he wouldn’t be here.”
“Me?” River says with faux hurt. “You two brought the little omega in heat to my apartment and you weren’t planning to invite me to the fun.”
