Page 62 of Pack Larsen

Biting my lip to bottle my amusement, sure it won’t go down well right now, I finally give in to my alpha urges, unable to keep them at bay while she slumps in her seat with a dejected look that doesn’t belong on her face. So, without further thought, reach over for my omega and steal her from her seat and deposit her on my lap instead, her ass landing in her new seat with her surprised gasp.

Blinking rapidly, she eyes me with shock, though her body gradually relaxes into me as though she needed my touch after losing the auction she wanted most. Almost like she needed the contact but didn’t know it.

“Don’t sweat it, Tink. There’s still plenty in there to throw your money at,” I soothe, rubbing her back in circles until she’s melting into me with an annoyed huff.

“Not another vacation to the Bahamas,” she sighs, but opens the catalog that was still clutched in her hand, leaning into me as she peruses what’s left to be auctioned. “Guess I’ll have to find something else.”

“There’s always that other vacation. The one in Greece, is it?” Aero reminds her, and Silver nods, finding the listing and perking up a little. “Santorini. Oh, I’ve always wanted to go there.”

And, just like that, we’re back to business, Silver bidding from my lap, the guys all cheering her on or mocking that adorable pout when she loses, and spending the entire night letting loose and enjoying ourselves surrounded by the rich of society.

When it comes to the Greece auction, and Silver wins after one of Cynthia’s husbands hisses in her ear and slams her paddle down, causing a collective gasp to ring through the ballroom, it takes Silver a moment to realize she’s won. She’s busy eyeing the corner where her mother sits with an amused twitch of her lips, watching boldly as her mother scowls at her husband, displaying her anger before her expression smooths out and she crosses one leg over the other as though she’s trying to display an unbothered front now that she’s gained some attention from onlookers.

“Sweetie, you won the bid,” Meemaw declares through the mic with an unimpressed glare filled with love for her granddaughter, drawing Silver’s attention.

My omega frowns before shock explodes over her face. “What? I won?”

“You won. Come up and sign the paperwork before I pat your ass with that paddle for spending that much money,” Meemaw demands, lips twitching when the crows laughs, even as she tries to appear annoyed at Silver.

Silver doesn't go up immediately, still absorbing that she just won a two-week vacation in Santorini instead of the Bahamas. When it sinks in, her arms are in the air with a bold ‘fuck yes!’ that doesn’t go missed by the rich folk surrounding the tables around us. Some laugh, others mutter their disapproval, but Silver doesn’t care. Instead, she grins at all of my pack members before she slays me with her expression of pure happiness.

I’m not sure what possesses me to do it, but I’m a slave to my own burning need when I flash her a grin before pressing my mouth to hers. Silver doesn't react for a long, agonizing moment, but then she’s cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a harder kiss that sends blood rushing south in my body. My heart instantly stalls before it begins to beat at an unnatural speed in my chest, and I grunt against the softness of her lips as I kiss her like I’ve been wanting to for weeks. I devour her there and then, pushing every ounce of want I have for her in a kiss that sears my soul and cements Silver as the omega for me. The only fucking omega, the one I want with a desperation that bleeds from my veins.

A loud clearing of a throat forces us apart, and I fucking love the glazed look on Silver’s face as she looks at me, lips red slightly swollen and wet. She’s perfuming slightly, a hunger in her eyes that likely matches my own, and I swallow hard before whispering, “Go sign your paperwork, Tink. As soon as you’re done, we’re going home.”

Heat washes over her face, and she nods slowly before she does as she’s told, walking to the side of the stage to fill out the appropriate paperwork. I’m dying as I try to wait patiently, the guys all eyeing me like they know exactly what’s happening, but I don’t take my eyes off her as she signs the paper, collects her purchases and confirmations of delivery for the hamper, and returns to the table.

I’m out of my seat with her hand in mine as soon as she’s near, blurting to the others, “Let’s go.”

They all gather their things with knowing smiles and cheeky smirks of understanding. Before we leave, I wave a hand toward Meemaw, who continues with the auction and winks at me as we leave.

I’m dragging Silver away and into the limo before she can stop and think, her hand clutching mine tightly, and her scent growing stronger and thicker around us until it fills the entire space with bubblegum and sugar.

Chapter 24

Silver

The car ride home is tense, and my perfume isn’t helping matters, my arousal flooding the car like a flashing beacon. Haze and Rage occupy the seats beside me, each one touching me in some way, may it be Rage’s hand beneath my skirt as he grips my thigh, or Haze’s hand in mine, rubbing soothing circles over my heating skin. Aero keeps inhaling, breathing in my scent like a drug, and it does nothing to calm the wildfire of arousal that is overtaking my body like a hijacking, little hussy. Even Munro keeps glancing over at me, dark eyes pitch black with his own heated glances.

Pace, however, is quiet the entire ride, knuckles clenched as he sits on the opposite end of the limo to me, his eyes on me but revealing nothing about how he’s feeling right now. Does he regret kissing me? Did I come on too strong? What the hell is he thinking? Did I embarrass him when I started perfuming?

I’m internally panicking, worried I’ve done something catastrophically wrong when the limo rolls up my short drive and idles outside, the door opening with a polite smile from our chauffeur, Charles, for the evening. One by one, we exit the limo, each of us thanking Charles as we pass, my voice a little hoarse with arousal and worry.

By the time we’re all inside and the door shuts, I’m about ready to lose my shit. I deposit my paperwork and purse on the entry table near the door and run a hand through my hair before my mouth runs away from me the moment I turn to face Pace and his serious expression that reveals nothing. “Look, it was a kiss. I was up in my feels, I was excited, and I reacted. I’m sorry if I pushed something you weren’t ready for or whatever. Let's not make it a big deal, okay? I'm a little wired, emotionally charged, and—”

I’m not given a chance to spill more words like I’ve just caught a case of verbal diarrhea, because one moment Pace is watching me from a fair distance away, and the next he’s gripping the back of my neck, slamming me against the nearest wall, and is kissing me with every bit of pent-up need that takes my breath away.

“We’re going to disappear for a while. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Aero chuckles, Rage and Haze groaning like they don’t want to leave, before four sets of retreating steps faintly reach my ears.

I can hardly pay any attention, because Pace is heaving me up in his arms and pressing me against the wall like a man possessed, trapping me between him and the unyielding brick. His mouth is on me, stealing the air from my lungs and sending my mind into a wild tangle of arousal and a desperate need that bangs against the bars of my restraint like a caged animal.

Pace only tears away from my mouth briefly to growl, “Do you have any idea what the fuck you do to me, Silver?”

I shake my head, because I don’t. Unless he makes a conscious effort to reveal his emotions, he’s locked up tighter than a vault, and that must show on my expression, because Pace groans as he leans into me with a raised eyebrow. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Tink. With very little effort, you have me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, my knot already swollen and dying to be buried inside you.”

Sure enough, I feel the proof of his words as he rolls his hips against mine, his hardened length straining against his slacks. I gasp as I feel him push against my panties, the skirt of my dress pushed up my thighs where I have them wrapped around Pace’s waist. He feels big, possibly bigger than the twins and Aero, and I release a strangled moan as he grinds against me. I’m soaked in an instant, my body gushing with slick at the next roll of his hips, my perfume exploding out of me with a wave of sickly sugar that reveals my arousal to him.

Pace’s nostrils flare as he breathes in deep.

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