Page 37 of Pack Coffey

I give the other three a kiss on my way out with Henry who takes my hand and leads us back down to his room.

I sigh as we enter and his scent envelopes me.

He peers at me curiously. "Do you not like your room? We can change it however you'd like to make you feel more comfortable."

I wind my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. "The room is perfect. It just doesn't smell like any of you. I like the way your spaces smell."

He lifts my chin and kisses it. "We'll change thattomorrow. Want to shower before we go to bed?"

"Yes, please," I reply, a shower sounding divine.

Pointing toward the bathroom, he says, "There's plenty of towels and everything else you need in there."

I start walking over, making it about halfway before I drop the sheet and glance at him over my shoulder, "You going to make a girl wash her own back?"

If I could save the heated look he gives me forever, I would. I'll just have to remember to keep putting it on there. As he slowly takes a step, I begin to feel like prey. I get the sudden urge to run, so I do. Of course, there's only so far one can go when the escape is blocked. He corners me in the bathroom, slamming his lips down on mine while his dark hair tickles my naked skin.

His surprise aggression is doing that thing where it's turning me feral. His white shirt gets torn off as he growls at having to break contact with me long enough to do it. He yanks his pants down with everything he's wearing with them, including his belt, not want to waste time with it. At some point without me realizing it, he's turned on the shower and moves us under the spray without breaking our kiss.

"You're so beautiful," he praises, pulling away to wash my body and my hair.

The feel of his hands all over me paired with his words are making me practically purr for him. Then it's my turn to return the favor, and I pay extra attention to his long hair and his cock. The latter really getting most of it. I squeeze and tug like it's going to help get it clean. Each movement is met with a small sound from Henry. When I reach down to cup him with my other hand, he loses it.

Slamming his mouth down on mine, he kisses me hard before quickly spinning me and bending my body over. I'm touching the floor with my slick mixing with the water as it runsdown my legs. He eases himself inside of me, but that's as easy as he takes it. Once he's fully seated inside, he pulls out and slams back into me, moving faster until we reach a pace where I might fall over if he goes any faster.

I come once and then twice, crying out his name as I grasp at the floor for something to hold onto. I feel his knot start to swell, and I don't know if it's instincts or the fact that I've already made up my mind, or maybe a mixture of both but I start begging him to mark me.

The more I beg, the slower he starts to move until he withdraws completely, sucking a whine from my chest.

"Shh," he consoles, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. "If you want my mark, I'll give it to you, but not like this."

His promise sends my belly into a spiral that pushes more slick out of me. He dries us both off, starting with me before leading us out to his bed. I climb up and lay on my back, dropping my legs open in invitation. He doesn't hesitate, crawling between them and giving my clit a quick couple of licks before coming the rest of the way and easily guiding himself back inside of me.

Before he starts to move, he lays on his elbows above me. "Tell me now, not in the throes of passion that you want my mark, because once it's done, it's forever."

"I'll always want you," I promise, sharing his own words with him.

This time when he starts moving, it's slow. He puts everything he feels into every arch of his hips until I'm a squirming puddle beneath him. When his knot starts to swell, I drag his lips to mine and don't let go until it finds that special place inside of me and I fall over the edge. Just when I think it can't possibly feel any better, his teeth sink into the skin of the spot between my shoulder and neck and I'm skyrocketed into oblivion. I may shout or cry. There's too much of everything allat once. All I know to do is to hold on tight to him and not let go.

Chapter Thirteen

LAWRENCE

“Well, highest of fives to our baby of the pack,” Banks teases, holding out a hand for an actual high five. I roll my eyes at him as the rest of our pack ignores him and he ends up giving himself the five.

He sighs, “All I’m saying is that whatever you did to help her accept us in her head worked.”

“I think she just needed to know that we accepted her,” Saint offers. “Her parents have filled her head with their own fears at having two psycho kids.”

“I’m worried about her,” Henry says, scratching Bear’s ears.

“Can you feel something that we can’t?” Keaton asks seriously.

There’s an old wives tale of being able to feel your omega through your bond, and I’ve always wondered if it was true. The two of them had come down to breakfast acting like nothing was amiss and everything was normal. Saint inhaled so sharply when he saw the raw mark peeking out from underneath her sweater that he’d choked on his food. She’d causally gotten up after his dramatics was over and walked over to him, plopping herself down in his lap and promising that she’d saved a spot for his.

Never have I ever wanted to be able to offer someone that before. Not until her. But it’s okay because I know I’ve got a lot of other things to offer instead.

We'd agreed to let her go to classes alone today because it's daylight, she's got her car and her phone. Still, something is bothering me, and I can't seem to shake it. Banks said that he's got her a watch ordered that should be here soon that tracks where she goes, even without her phone. It just hasn't gotten here yet.

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