Page 39 of Pack Giroux

"That's not a weakness, you know," he tells me. "We all need somebody. It took me a long time to realize that too. That because we needed them doesn't make us weak."

"Who do you need?" I ask.

"Grady," he replies instantly. "He was here when I came back from war during my darkest days. He helped me through all of it. There are still days when I just go sit with him while he works just to be near him. He has this personality that brings out the best in people, and I need that sometimes when I'm having dark days."

"You were in the military?" I ask surprised.

He nods. "Best four years of my life until it wasn't."

I know the instant that he shuts down. It's written on his face, but I can feel it more than anything. Probably because I know all too well what it feels like.

He changes the subject, and I don't stop him. "You knowwho else I've become pretty dependent on lately?"

"Who?" I ask quietly.

Smiling, he says, "You. Anytime you're not here, I'm always wondering where you are or what you're doing. Seeing that beautiful smile when you look at me. It helps thaw something right here."

He touches the middle of his chest, and I have to cover my face to keep him from seeing the tears rolling down my face that I've fought so hard today. A finger underneath my chin brings my face up as he reminds me, "Don't hide from me."

Pressing our lips together, I take the peace that he's offering as I stand in his embrace. When he pulls away, he looks down at me, kissing the tip of my nose before asking, "Thirsty?"

I nod and he kisses it again telling me that he'll be right back. Being in his room for the first time, I walk around looking at the stuff he has lying around. Small little nick nacks and keepsakes from one point in his life to another. Small pictures of him hugging an elderly lady, and one of him in camo with a group of people dressed similarly. A song plays from his speakers that has a good beat and makes me want to dance to it. My hips sway automatically as I reach out to touch his military tags, stopping myself before I do.

There's a sound at the door, and I jerk around to find him standing there with two bottles of water watching me.

My automatic reaction is to apologize and beg for forgiveness. "I'm sorry."

He walks into the room slowly, setting the waters down on his desk before coming over to me. I know he's not them, and I'm not there, but that fear has been instilled in me since I was a child.

Taking my hand, he pulls me over to the desk where he takes a seat in his chair, leaving me standing in front of him. "What are you apologizing for?"

"Dancing," I tell him honestly. "We weren't allowed to dance. Even at the gathering of the packs for formal ceremonies. It was considered a sin to let our bodies loose to have fun."

"You're not there anymore, pretty girl," he says quietly. "You can dance all you want now. In fact, I welcome it, because I love to watch your body move. You're home with us, and your pack won't let anything happen to you."

I swallow hard, wanting to do as he says, but I can't bring myself to. His hands find my hips and push them into swaying again. I close my eyes and feel the music, letting the beat flow into my body. When I open my eyes again, it's to find him watching me with his hands folded across his stomach as he leans back in his chair. My hips stop moving, so he reaches back out to them again, but instead of making them move, he pulls me onto his lap until I'm straddling him.

His lips find Kinkaid's bonding mark, kissing it lightly before moving them up to my ear and sucking the lobe through his teeth. I run my hands up his chest, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I grab his shirt and lift, getting his help sitting up so I can strip it completely off. Then my fingers are tracing his skin for different reasons. Between the massive panther tattoo covering the right side of his body and torso, there are tiny little scars dotting his skin.

His breath shudders as I touch them. Leaning down I press light kisses against them just like he did my mark. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he strips it off me, tossing it across the room before moving to my bra. Once it's gone too, he wastes no time bringing my breasts straight to his mouth. It feels so good that I let out an involuntary moan. The way our naked skin brushes against each other gives me what I was searching for all day. He was right. I needed them. I needed him. He was the one I called.

Using his strength, he grabs my hips and pushes me backto a standing position, only long enough to strip my shorts and panties off, leaving me naked in front of him. His eyes rake over every inch, making me feel every bit of the pretty girl he claims me to be. Leaning over, I lock eyes with him as I undo the button and zipper on his pants. As I pull them down his legs, I don't break eye contact but happily notice he's commando underneath. There's something sexy in knowing that he walks around with his massive manhood swinging free. Honestly, massive is the perfect word for him. The only one that can rival him so far is Grady.

His hands travel up the backs of my thighs as he slowly pulls me closer until I have no choice other than to straddle him again. I glance down to where he's lining himself up with me. I can already see the slick wetting the tip as he brushes it through my folds. He can't force me down on himself. He's given me complete control, letting me decide when I want to take him, and I do, very, very slowly.

The war in my body finally settles as it gets what it's wanted all along. He grabs my hips and lifts me up and down to ride him. It causes the muscles in his arms to stand out more than they already do, and I whine wanting to lick them all over. My head falls back in ecstasy.

Noticing the corner of the door in my peripheral, I gasp. "The door is open."

"So," he says with a deep rumble in his voice. "Let them watch if they walk by."

I whine again at the thought.

"Oh, our pretty girl likes that, doesn't she?" he asks. "The thought of one of your mates watching me fuck this tight pussy."

His words are so dirty and so sinful. It turns me on even more.

"Who do you want to watch?" he asks, slamming me down on him.

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