Free Eyes on the Pride (Awakening Pride Book 8) by Lacey Thorn

alpha that made everyone respond that way. Calloway grunted, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, making her aware she was wiggling again. Her gaze rose to his, and she tried unsuccessfully to bite off a giggle at the heat reflected there.
    “Ah,” another voice said. “Sounds about like the trip you and Abby had on the way to Colorado.”
    “Shut up, Logan,” Utah ordered. “Is she ovulating? I can send someone out to help you.”
    Her eyes widened, and Calloway was the one who chuckled this time. “Not with that, woman.”
    She blushed as the low tones of masculine laughter trickled over the line.
    “She’s not ovulating,” Calloway stated, making her cheeks grow even warmer as they openly discussed something she’d never spoken of, even with her father. “We’ll be there.”
    “Call if that changes,” Utah commanded. “It can be dangerous to travel alone in that type of heightened sexual state. It messes with your senses, keeps you focused on each other to the exclusion of all else around you.”
    “Will do,” Calloway said. “Was there another reason you called?”
    “I’ve received an encrypted message from Andrew Kline.”
    Darby gasped. Her entire body clenched, including her sex which tightened like a vise around the thick cock inside her. Calloway gritted his teeth, a hiss spilling out.
    “Your father, I believe, Miss Kline, and he said you’d be able to open it when you arrived.”
    “Yes,” she answered, head nodding though only Calloway could see her. “My father.”
    “As you can guess, we’re anxious for you to get here,” Utah continued.
    “We’ll be there,” Calloway growled, his eyes flashing with the streaks of gold she loved. “Later.”
    He disconnected without saying anything more.
    “You hung up on your alpha. You probably shouldn’t have done that.”
    “Not my alpha,” he bit out.
    “He is,” she argued then moved on when the color of his irises flashed a neon-gold hue. “I wonder what my father sent and why. I can’t believe he didn’t say anything to—”
    She broke off with a squeal as he moved, surging up and ripping the door open. He had them both standing outside the truck, her bent forward so her hands clutched his seat as he took her from behind. He bent over her, licking his favored spot on her shoulder and driving her crazy with the intensity of the pleasure rocketing through her.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned, reaching back to wrap one hand around his neck. The other dropped to grip his thigh. “Calloway!”
    “Me,” he rasped in her ear. “Focus on me, mate.”
    “You,” she promised. “Only you.”
    It was more than an hour before they managed to sate the lust enough to get back on the road. Calloway had assured her again she wasn’t ovulating, which only made her wonder how the hell either of them would survive when she was.

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Darby was reclined in her seat when they arrived in Riverton. The afternoon sun was high, and Calloway had cranked the AC. She’d grabbed one of the blankets he kept in the backseat and wrapped up in it, falling asleep almost immediately. Between traveling, the stops for food and sex, worry for her dad, and nerves over meeting the pride and accomplishing the task she’d been given, she was exhausted. He figured the best thing for her was to let her sleep until they arrived. That way, she’d have less time to worry and stress over what she might say or do wrong when she met the alpha.
    He circled the town, keeping to the back roads as he headed toward the ranch the pride called home. He was still concerned with how he’d do around other shifters. He’d done his best to steer clear of his kind since he’d escaped the lab years ago. In the early days, when the drugs had still been heavy in his veins, he’d almost killed another male. He didn’t remember what had triggered it, and really, didn’t that say enough? All he remembered were claws sprouting as he’d sprung at the other