The sound he made was somewhere between a growl and a purr. This car was big enough for him to sink to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart and shoving my dress up my thighs.

“Ben.” My voice was breathy. “When we get home.”

“You’ll come long before we get there.”

The words were followed by his tongue stroking up the lace of my thong, tasting the arousal already there from our dancing. Already, I was seeing stars because it was him and it was me and I’d already been halfway to coming when he kissed me in the club.

He didn’t even bother taking the thong off, just pulled it aside so he could consume me. Long, deep strokes of his tongue, thrusting into me before circling my clit, and sucking like his life depended on it before starting all over again.

My legs were over his shoulders, my heels digging into his back, and he didn’t care. He only pushed deeper, fucking me with his tongue until I couldn’t breathe. Pleasure spiked through me, making me gasp.

Fuck, I was trying to keep myself quiet enough the guys up front couldn’t hear me, but if he kept licking me like that? All bets were off.

Sliding his hands under me, he pulled me to the edge of the seat and devoured me like I was his last meal, and my vision went white. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. I shook and twisted, squeezing him with my thighs. He didn’t miss a beat.

I just barely managed to keep myself from making enough sound for the entirety of Slate City to hear, and Ben kept moving, tongue driving into me. Tasting, licking, and claiming all at once. I lost my grip on reality because he had my hips in his hands and wouldn’t let me go.

The only reason I knew we were home was because the car stopped, and for a second I wasn’t sure Ben was going to realize. But he pulled away, yanking my dress down and pushing out of the car. There was determination in his body. I barely managed to grab my bag from Wes as Ben was pulling me toward the door. “I’ll call you, Wes. Thank you.”

I heard laughter before the front door shut behind us, all the photographers blissfully gone.

Luke stepped out of the kitchen with something in a bowl. “I didn’t expect you back so—”

Ben turned and scooped me up, heading for the stairs and ignoring Luke completely.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” I waved over his shoulder. “Tell you later.”

Ben’s room was on the second floor, and he didn’t stop until we were inside, and I was alone with my Alpha.

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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BENNETT