Page 36 of Pack Giroux

"Lonely?" he asks.

I nod in reply, and he swings his door open motioning for me to go inside first.

"You don't have to knock around here, love," he tells me, starting to strip down and toss his clothes on his chair. "You wouldn't be walking in on anything we wouldn't want you to see."

I wonder if they're just so used to each other that they don't mind the invasion of privacy, but I don't ask him about that. Instead, I tease, "So, you don't do anything that you wouldn't want me walking in on?"

"Hell, no," he confesses immediately. "If you walk in on it then you're more than welcome to join."

My head tilts back with my laugh and he grins at me. I drink my fill of him standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of undies. The five of them are built so different, well, at least three of them are, but they're all sexy in their own way. Kinkaid's muscles are nothing to sleep on.

Untying the robe, I let it drop to the floor before I turn around and climb up on his bed on all fours, knowing good and well that he's getting a view of everything. When I glance over my shoulder, it's to find him naked and playing with himself. I can feel slick starting to drip down my lower lips onto the bed in preparation for him.

I come up on my knees as he gets on the bed and lies down on his back against the pillows. His legs are covered lightly in dark brown hair, begging me to reach out and pet it and making his manhood jump in the process.

It draws my attention. "Can I put my mouth on you?"

He groans. "You never ever have to ask permission, love. My body is yours to do with as you please."

Something in the thought of having that much control over a person turns me into an animal that I don't recognize. Taking him into my mouth, I tease him with my tongue, taking him as deep as I can before sucking on the tip and doing it all over again. The way his moans change, I can tell when I'm doing something he likes, driving me to find more ways to pleasure him.

When his hips start arching up off the bed, he finally reaches down and pulls me up his body. "I don't want to cum in your mouth for the first time."

"Next time?" I beg.

"Hell, yes," he promises, pulling my face down to his for a ferocious kiss. I can feel his hardness rubbing at my cheeks, and I don't want to wait anymore. He said I could do what I wanted, and what I want is him.

Reaching between us, I guide him to where my ache is. He stretches me just as Grady did, but it's not uncomfortable like my first time. It all just feels good. Then I start moving. Slow at first then fast enough that I'm literally bouncing on him. He yanks the straps of the gown down so that he can get a doublehandful of my breasts as they're bouncing in his face. I start feeling the tingling that says I'm going to come and that's when I feel him starting to swell inside of me. It's not so noticeable at first, but it gets to a point that it's rubbing against a place inside of me that I can't think. He's got his head thrown back groaning just as he hits that place made just for alphas like him and it locks him in place. I almost black out from the stars that I see as I keep moving and it tugs on him.

He sits up until I'm in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. I don't decide anything until my lips are already on his neck. I bite down hard enough that a get a tiny taste of copper in my mouth. He lets out a roar of a sound before his teeth are digging into the skin between my shoulder and neck. I can feel myself spasming again around him as I fall over the edge again.

When I can finally think again, I float back down to Earth where he's licking at the wound and apologizing as he does it.

"It's okay," I tell him "It doesn't hurt. It's my fault."

"No, it's not," he says, misery riding his tone. "I should've had more control. I can't...I can't fix it, love. I'm so sorry."

"I don't understand," I admit. "What needs fixing?"

He buries his face against the mark, giving it another kiss. "I bonded you. Without talking to you or the pack. Without your permission."

"Oh," realization dawns on me. We're still locked together, and I feel better than I ever have. I don't want to be stressed or be worrying about what this means for any of us at this moment. Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him all over until he stops apologizing. Even then, I coerce him into slow lazy kisses until his knot goes down enough that he can pull out. I'm left feeling empty, but my hand automatically goes to my mark.

He rolls out of bed, giving me a good view of his bum.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

He pulls on clothes as he answers. "To call a pack meeting and tell them what I've done. I can't sleep like this."

The good moment is going up in fiery ashes. He regrets doing it, because he's stuck with me now. There's no breaking the bond. My heart jumps into my throat, and I have swallow hard to get the lump to go away. Fixing my gown, I get up to get my robe. A few weeks ago, I would've ran right out the front door in regretful shame and never looked back. I'm not that same person. If he regrets it that much and wants out, we will find a way.

I clean myself up in the bathroom before walking to where I hear them talking in the living room. There aren't any raised angry voices, so that's got to be a good thing. All their gazes turn to me except Kinkaid who has his head buried in his hands. They're all in stages of undress, telling me that we pulled them out of bed for this.

"I'm sorry," I tell the room.

Kinkaid huffs out a breath of air and shakes his head still in his hands, mumbling, "She's apologizing and didn't even do anything wrong."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I hold onto my elbows as I promise, "We can find a way to break the bond, or a way to live with it where I'm not invading your lives."

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