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Chapter 35

Scarlet Sage

The next wave catches me before we clear the repair yard. Roman has barely turned onto the county road when heat folds through me so hard, my fingers slip from Wes’s shirt. My body clenches around emptiness, desperate and furious, while the SUV fills with the heavy sweetness of my perfume.

Wes twists in the passenger seat. “Scarlet?”

“I need you.”

His cedar surges through the vehicle.

The sound that leaves him is too rough to be called a word.

Roman checks the mirrors. “There’s a service turnout ahead. Sheriff units cleared that stretch ten minutes ago.”

“Take it,” Wes says. His alpha fills the command until even my omega reacts, purring through the pain.

Roman turns off the county road and follows a narrow gravel lane between cypress trees. The tires crunch over shell and stone. Spanish moss brushes the roof as he drives far enough beneath the canopy to hide us from the road.

He stops the SUV beside an old drainage gate.

Wes is out before the engine settles. He opens my door and reaches for me. I climb into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist while Roman locks the vehicle and scans the trees.

“Safe perimeter,” Roman says. “Deputy at both ends of the larger road.”

Wes carries me to the rear of the SUV and opens the hatch. He lowers the back seats with one hand, then spreads a flannel blanket across the cargo space.

The morning air touches my overheated skin. Wes’s alpha scent crowds every breath. The swamp hums around us with insects and hidden movement. My heat wants my alpha all over me.

Wes sets me on the blanket, but I catch his shirt and pull him with me.

“Hard,” I whisper. “Please.”

His eyes burn down my body. “You’re in pain.”

“I’m empty.”

The words crack whatever restraint he carried from the repair yard. He pushes my sweatshirt up and drags my leggings down my thighs. Roman helps pull them free, then catches my ankle and kisses the inside before setting my foot against Wes’s shoulder.

Wes strips with brutal efficiency.

Roman stays beside us, one hand stroking my hair while the other slides over Wes’s back. “Take care of her,” he says against Wes’s mouth.

Wes kisses him hard. Their bodies press together over me, alpha and beta touching while my perfume winds around all three of us. Roman grips the back of Wes’s neck. Wes’s hand closes over Roman through his jeans, squeezing once before turning back toward me.

I open wider.

“Look at you,” Wes says, voice thick with his alpha. “You need me so much, we can’t make it home.”

“I can’t.”

“I see that, sweetheart.” His fingers stroke through my slick, scissoring the edges of my pussy. “You’re such a good omega for your alpha.”

The relief makes me sob. Wes strokes me once, twice, then drives two fingers inside. My hips lift from the blanket.

Roman settles behind me in the open cargo area and pulls my shoulders against his chest. His legs bracket mine while his hands spread me open for Wes. “Let him see you, love.”

Wes’s gaze drops.