Impulse and ignored conscience.

"No... W-we can't." She interrupts the kiss, gasps, and frowns at the space between her eyebrows. He stares at her mouth, mesmerized. "This is bad. Bad... We can't, Matteo." She pounds on his chest, whimpering. The alpha inhales the air noisily, his gaze fixed on hers.

"Do you want to stop? We can..."

"But it feels so good," Oliva whispers with apparent confusion, grabbing the boy's neck with both hands and pulling him again.

They tilt their faces, and their mouths collide. On fire.

Oliva opens his lips as they fit together and strokes the opening with his tongue, threatening his insides. His response is charged with provocative malice. The tip of her tongue brushes against his and the two entwine, in a slippery friction filled with voluptuousness. The boy feels his heart rate soar, pushing adrenaline through his veins, and a bead of sweat trickles down his spine. The alpha feels the turgid nipples beneath the decorated lace that covered the girl's breasts and almost groans, his muscles stiffening.

A thrilling tingle spreads up Matteo's legs to his groin and pulses violently, stiffening. She pushes him to my limit on that leather upholstery, overloading his head. And he wants to feel it.

At that moment sanity deserts him.

A more depraved intention drives his next actions. He runs the length of his thirsty body and grabs one of Oliva's breasts and squeezes it judiciously. His other hand reaches for the young woman's wrists and squeezes them behind her back, pinning her against the steering wheel, leaving her immobilized. Sighs paralyze them, but don't break the kiss.

Matteo traces a line of kisses and light nibbles across her surface until he reaches her breasts.

He inhales the perfume on the visible part in the valley of her breasts and this is enough to accelerate the pulsation in his member. He bites her collarbone and allows her one more kiss. Oliva wriggles in anguish and rolls her eyes with obscene pleasure. He rolls his moist tongue down her neck, circling it slowly to her earlobe. The car was gaining music in the form of moans.

The alpha only sees the body surrendered to the Omega's arousal and is satisfied as he spreads a hand on her bare thigh with a loud, violent slap.

"Matteo..." The murmur discharges another stream of pheromones that thickens in the boy's pores, raising his temperature to feverish levels. "M..." She chokes on another groan as he slaps her again hard and loud enough that it made him wonder if anyone outside could hear.

Matteo slides his hand down her thigh and holds her by the ass, forcing his hips against her body, rubbing his covert arousal over her and the girl's wrists tremble wanting to get loose, but he won't allow it.

He wanted her to feel pleasure in what he was doing.

The alpha moves his back minimally apart and increases the contact between their hips and attacks one of her breasts with a free hand and sucks it in an erotic act over the fabric. He finally releases the girl's bruised wrist and lets his palm slide down her belly and takes advantage of the susceptible position. He reaches the waistband of her decorated underwear, and his saucy fingers circle the sides of the fabric until he moves down a little further reaching between her legs. Not only that, but he unceremoniously pushes Oliva's panties to the side and inserts a finger over her hot and sticky pussy feeling all the sweet mint honeydew coming out of her.

Matteo couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to suck that pussy.

Hard knocks on the window startled them, making them jump almost at the same time.

Oliva looked to the side and found the face of a man with an umbrella under the rain, his face was close to the dark glass because of the black film, with his eyes squinting trying to spy what was happening inside. Oliva had no words to describe when her soul left her body, making her pale with fright. Amid her distress, she also met the surprised look of Matteo who was as agitated as she was.

And the impulse made her jump desperately from the boy's lap, who had an erection squeezing him between her legs. She went to the back seat, crouching between the seats, hiding and cursing herself with various bad words, mutilating herself for missing the touches and warmth of the alpha in such a few seconds of separation.

Matteo rolled his eyes at the girl's impulsive and shameful attitude with a minimal smile on his lips. He was happy, definitely not satisfied, but happy with the moment he had with her. And from now on everything would be a matter of time.

The old man knocked once more on the window without patience and the boy lowered the glass minimally, thankful that he had a plastic prop that prevented water from entering through the small opening, so he could hear what the old man wanted to say without the risk of being exposed.

"Get that fucking car out of the way! The line's been going on for over five minutes! Hey, hey!" The old man shouted impatiently and behind him the loud sounds of several horns sounded out of tune. "Can you hear me?!" He tapped on the window for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, yes sir...! I'm sorry, I've been standing here for a long time, so I fell asleep." He lies and sees the gentleman turning around with a frown. "Thanks for waking me up!" He says a little louder so the gentleman can hear him, but he is ignored.

Oliva in the back, lets out an annoyed sigh that sounded throughout the car causing goose bumps on Matteo who was extremely sensitive. The car started and slid down the wet track. She felt extremely uncomfortable with the whole embarrassing situation she had gotten herself into and another sigh let out from her reddened, battered lips, let her shoulders slump in pathetic personal defeat.

Even though she was frightened and ashamed of grabbing the alpha in such an unexpected and shameless way, she raised her torso slowly with her eyes open curiously, searching for the expressions of the boy in front of her. As her vision there was not good, so even kneeling she leaned forward into the space between the front seats and spied Matteo in the corners of her eyes, who did not have a serious face or much less a peaceful one.

'He's so beautiful...' The thought flooded Omega's feeble mind. 'What? No... aaaah what have I done?"

"You're scaring me again," Matteo says without at least facing her, but he knew exactly what was going through the young woman's head. "Easy, Oliv..." He mumbles. "I just wanted to... give you a little pleasure."

There is deep confusion about the girl's countenance. Matteo puts himself in her place and remembers himself when the Alpha side came out. If she is going through her first Omega rut, as she said, her conflict is not about the kissing, nor her misfortunes, an artificial parentage. She is confused about her instincts. About the uncontrollable hunger that intoxicates her mind and hides any rational trace. Her flushed face doesn't look afraid of him but of herself. Until she gets to know herself, she won't know how to deal with it.

And he will not take advantage of her like that. Never. Matteo played fair, very different from his brother.

And he needed to talk to Lian.

Matteo turns to face her and notices a sweaty lock of hair on her neck and removes it. She doesn't pull away or repurpose. The boy feels fatigued and overwhelmed him as if he had done much more than kiss her. Possessed by Alpha's predatory senses, he could drag her all over the room and fuck her as and as often as she wished.

"I don't know..." She murmurs and lifts him out of his daze. "I don't know what got into me..." She covers his face with her hands. Matteo tilts his head to the side and feels the urge to touch her, but he suppresses the urge and smiles with sudden amusement. It was Oliva who kissed him, not the other way around. "I can't see you, but I know you're laughing. May I know what?"

"Nothing." He continued to smile as he overtook some cars in the lane.

"Are you laughing at me?" She straightens her posture and stands up more so that she can see the boy's face. Oliva sits on her knees still lowered between the seats and inflates her cheeks. She is disheveled, with what little clothing she has wrinkled, and her face flushed, she crosses her arms below her lap and bounces her breasts. "Are you laughing at me, Matteo? Am I by any chance a joke to you?

"No. But it was you who kissed me."

"So what?"

"It was funny." He can't resist and laughs at the girl's adorable manner.

"It wasn't funny..." She retorts almost embarrassed, and he laughs harder. She punches the boy in the shoulder hard enough for him to feel the blow hurt him.

"Hey, that hurt!" He complains.

"You maniac!" She punches once more. "Pervert!"

"No, no and no." He is unmoved by the blows and insults. "You who kissed me. Admit that you are madly in love with me." He states blandly without taking his eyes off the

road.

"Have you ever thought about being a comedian?" She laughs humorlessly.

"I'm up for it, okay?" He says seriously as if it were a very important statement.

"Hm? I don't get it." She combs her hair with her fingers.

"When you notice that my brother is a pain in the ass and doesn't satisfy you sexually, and if you want to repeat what we did now from time to time, just say so. After all, I sleep next to you, just show up without clothes..." Matteo makes the offer in a provocative tone just to irritate her, but there is a bottom truth to it. All he had wanted for months was to fuck this, Omega. And before he even says low words like that, he notices Oliva's outraged expression and waits for her outburst with amusement.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?! I'm not calling you for fucking shit" He laughs at the response and observes the red welts he 'accidentally' left on the soft skin from her collarbone to the girl's breasts. "Will you stop drying my breasts, Matteo? "She moves away from the front seats and stands back, trying to get a grip on the tight space. I was still on my knees searching among the bags for warm, comfortable clothes for the two of them. She turns to hand Matteo a few pieces and realizes that he was staring at her ass in the rearview mirror, anxiously awaiting a response. "I don't want to repeat any of that, you...pervert. Stop looking at me like you want to butt fuck me!"

"Psycho, freak, pervert, crazy... What will my next nickname be?"

"Shut up." He mutters irritatedly and takes out a bottle of wine hidden among the clothes inside his bag. She returns to her seat at Matteo's side and notices that he is still only wearing his boxer shorts, and sighs heavily. "Didn't you say you wanted to drive? Pay attention in front of you." Matteo lets out an annoyed whimper at the lack of affection the young woman was giving him minutes ago.

Oliva still muttered more to herself as she nonchalantly opened the bottle of wine, she needed mental and sexual relief as soon as possible. However, all she could settle for was alcoholic numbness.

A damn stupid marriage contract.

"Don't you want to get back in my lap? I swear I'll behave and not let you attack me."

"Matteo, focus on the road."