Page 23 of Pack Coffey

It's unspoken and doesn't need to be said out loud. I want the otherwise. As much as I want to help him solve this case and help the girls and the community, I want to be selfish, too. I shake my head slowly, giving him his answer. His low growl is loud in the small space. Then his lips are back on mine, and I don't know where I begin and he ends. There's a flurry of clothes being removed all while the storm rages outside. Our tongues tangle and dance around each other as he stalks his way onto the bed, pulling my body with him up to the pillows. The insane amount of strength that it must take to do it, only succeeds in having more slick seeping out of me, like the wet spot where I was sitting wasn't enough. My body is more than willing and past the point of being ready for him.

He buries his face in my neck, marking the spot with his scent and his tongue before working down to my breasts where he showers each one of them with attention. He works both nipples into hard, stiff peaks before moving his lips down my belly. I grab the sides of his head as my stomach gets squirmy on the inside. But it's nothing compared to how it feels when his mouth finds my clit. My back arches off the bed as I grasp hishead even harder, possibly leaving scratches under his hair.

He bites and sucks on it until the sensation becomes too much. I try to push his head away, but he growls a deep sound from his chest, shoving his face hard into the spot and thrusting one finger and then two inside of me and nothing else matters anymore, because my body tingles as I fall apart with a shout that mixes with the sound of the thunder.

Slowly, he climbs back up my body, taking turns licking his lips and my skin. When he kisses me again, I can taste myself on him. I never realized just how much of a turn on that is. Probably because I've never had a guy, or a man in Saint's case, go down on me and ravish me the way that he did.

By the time that he's slowly starting to push inside of me, I'm ready and willing to take all of it. Lifting my hips, I use my heels to dig into his cheeks, letting him know just how badly I want him. He still takes his time until he's buried as deep as he can go. His face finds my neck again and he nuzzles it with his face.

"Saint," I whisper against his ear.

Losing what seems to be his last thread of patience, he raises up and grabs my hips. From then on, it's a wild ride of who can take who harder and faster. For every time he pulls out and thrusts back in hard and deep, I raise my hips to meet him. Beads of sweat have broken out across both of our bodies. That's when I start to feel his knot swelling.

It sends a jolt of panic through me. It's the only reason I can explain why I tell him, "I've never been knotted before."

He groans, thrusting one more time before he pulls out. I want to take it back and tell him to forget I said anything, but I don't get the chance to. Grabbing my legs, he flips me over to my belly in one quick move before covering my body with his.

"Present for your alpha, omega," he barks in my ear.

If I thought the slick seeping out of me was bad before,I can literally feel it pouring almost as bad as the rain outside. I whine because, of course I've watched alpha and omega porn, but I've never actually presented to anyone before. Seeming to sense my distress, he grabs my hips and lifts me to my knees before pressing a hand against the middle of my back, forcing my chest against the bed. It leaves me defenseless and completely at his mercy. Another whine leaves my throat right before he slams back into me.

He keeps his hand on my back to keep me from being able to lift my upper body as he fucks me harder and harder. Then his knot begins to press against my entrance and my body decides it wants to fight him. The more I struggle, the harder he holds me down until he locks into that place inside of me that is meant for alphas like him. I buck against him as we both start to come. The more I try to pull him out, the better it feels until I'm finally spent and crash against the bed. He whispers praises against the skin of my back before lowering the rest of his body to cover me. One of his arms goes under my head while the other wraps around my torso and we lay with me underneath him, trapped in more ways than one while we both come down from the stars.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he murmurs in my ear, nuzzling his face into the hair behind it.

"Mmm," I reply. "Don't be. That was the best sex of my life."

He makes a sound of approval in the back of his throat right before he starts purring. Between his weight pressing down on me, his cinnamon scent blocking out everything else, the sound of both his purring and the storm outside, I fall asleep faster than I ever have in my life.

I wake up sometime later with Saint soft inside of me. He must've moved us to our sides once I fell asleep then passed out himself before his knot went down. I'm not complaining. I rather like the feeling of waking up like this with him still inside of meand wrapped up tight in his arms.

The storm is still in full swing outside, so it can't be too much later. Lightning is flashing every couple of minutes, lighting up the room before plunging it back down into darkness again. I lay for a few minutes listening to it and enjoying this feeling and moment of peace Saint has given me.

When the next rumble of thunder hits, I swear it sounds like it rattles something on the porch. It's got me alert enough that I'm trying to listen for more than the plops of rain outside and the rumbles. The next round of lightning illuminates a shadow on the window of the door, but when I turn quickly nothing is there. Maybe because I'm spooking myself out, but I can't stand not knowing.

Gently extracting myself from Saint, I throw on his shirt from the end of the bed before slowly walking to the door. I peek out between the blinds making the hole as small as possible. The storm must've knocked the power out, because none of the streetlights or houses around have any lights on. It's darker than I've ever seen outside. A chill races down my spine that has nothing to do with the lights. If there were any good moments to snatch someone up and kill them. Tonight, would be the night. No lights. Too loud to hear someone scream over the storm. I hope like hell that I'm wrong. That the very ominous feeling in my gut has to do with spooking myself.

Another flash of lightning illuminates the yard. I get a good look from the trees to my left all the way to the street and to the main house to my right. Nothing is there. I let out a sigh and step away from the door. The loudest thunder yet sounds out just as I turn and run into a body. I scream and start punching. I've got a good three licks in before Saint's nakedness and voice registers.

He yanks me to him, putting my face against his chest. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I called out to you butyou must not have heard me."

Grabbing the sides of my face, he tilts my head up to look at him. "Are you okay? What are you doing up?"

I nod, but all I can manage to get out is the word, "Storm."

My heart is still racing ninety miles a minute as he takes my hand and leads us back to my bed. He crawls up and gets under the cover before reaching out a hand to me. I strip his shirt back off, wanting to feel him against me again. I crawl up after him and settle underneath the warm blanket. He rubs my back and starts purring again until I fall back asleep.

The next morning, the rain is still coming down in a monsoon, but the worst of the storm seems to have passed as the lightning and thunder aren't happening anymore. We woke up again a few hours ago and what feels like only just went back to sleep after another round. There aren't any sounds in the house other than Saint's soft snores and the pitter-patter of rain hitting the collecting puddles outside.

I cuddle into his side, accidentally waking him in the process. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose and exhales as he wraps his arms around me and tightens them. "Good morning."

"Morning," I tell him quietly with a kiss to the stubble on his chin.

"Sounds like the rain is just never ending," he mumbles.

I smile and close my eyes while listening to it. "I like it. You can hear it really well here in the tiny house."

He buries his nose into my hair. "You know what I like about the tiny house? That I can wake up with you in my arms like this."

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