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He growls. The green of his eyes so dark, they’re almost black. His scent so deep, it’s intoxicating.
The next thing I know, he’s on his feet, pulling up my dress, cupping my ass and slamming me against the nearest wall, reaching down to free himself from his pants, and thrusting into me.
My vision whites, and I gasp, the sensation of him inside me once again too damn good for words.
In a heartbeat, the other two are there too, and, as Colt fucks me against the wall, Ford nuzzles me from one side; River from the other.
“You have no goddamn idea how hard it’s been not to fuck you for the last ten hours, Omega,” Colt grunts, holding me firm against the smooth wall as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I know,” I wail. “I know.”
River tugs at my dress, forcing it down so my breasts are exposed. He massages and squeezes at them, Colt watching as he plunges into me over and over again. Ford watches for a moment too, honey eyes mesmerized as River pinches my nipples. Then he’s reaching for me too, down between my legs and finding my clit.
I wail, the sensations overwhelming as all three work my body. And as I fall apart, I hope Bea and Ava are right, that if the sex is this good, the pack will be too. Because, oh lord, I really really really want this pack.
37
Molly
River nuzzlesme early next morning, the sky outside the curtains still dark.
“I’ll see you later, little one,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.
I twine my arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss me. He tastes like me, his skin salty.
“Where are you going?”
“Off to my race. Got to be there early, little one.”
“Want me to come?”
He chuckles. “It’s all I want you doing, little one. But, no, you stay here, get some more sleep. I’ll see you later.”
“Be careful, Alpha.”
“I can’t promise that, Omega, but I will win and when I do, I’m hoping you’ll be my reward.”
“What kind of reward would you like?” I murmur, half asleep.
He whispers something truly filthy in my ear, leaving me to fall back into a very dirty dream.
When I wake again later, the others are already up and dressed.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I say, flinging back the covers.
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Ford says with a raised eyebrow, and I hurry off to the bathroom before I’m scrutinized.
Half an hour later, we’re being driven in a flashy limousine to the race circuit.
It isn’t some specially built track outside the city, it’s the city itself, the racing cars weaving through the narrow streets, past shops and houses, theaters and bars and along the harbor front. Erected stands of seats fill the gaps in the road, and all of them are full to the brim with people.
Away from the race track, the city is alive with people too, the atmosphere like a carnival, with food stalls and fairground rides and people spilling from bars to sip tall glasses of beer in the bright sunshine.
As we pass by a big dipper and a carousel, Harper bounces up and down on her seat, waving her hands frantically.
“Can we go on those please, Daddy?”
“We’re going to go watch Uncle River race, remember, lollipop?”
