Page 42 of Pack Apollo

The sweet-mannered Cordell I know is gone. His voice is deeper, and he almost sounds like a man possessed. Whatever he is, I wish he'd get on with it. I can feel slick leaking down my clit while my pussy pulses waiting for his attention.

"Only you," I manage to get out.

Another one of those sounds comes from him. I feel his cock head rubbing through the slick around my clit before he works it back to my entrance. Tortuously slow, he eases himself into me. From this angle, I'm completely at his mercy to do with what he will. The thought has me whimpering again, trying to press back against him.

"You're such a dirty girl," he tells me as he pulls out and slams himself back in. He's bottoming out and it's a fine line between pleasure and pain. "Just like I knew you'd be. Perfect inevery way."

This position leaves me completely vulnerable and at his mercy, so all I can do is hold on for the ride he's taking me on.

I love how he knows exactly how to work me over to give me the most pleasure imaginable. Slow at one angle and fast at another. It's enough to have me wiggling my ass against him, begging for more. When his knot starts to swell, he drops, covering my back and bringing his lips to my neck. Automatically, I tilt my head, giving him permission. I trust him. I quite possibly love him more than I trust him.

His knot finds the spot meant just for alphas like him and it immediately sends me over the edge. I fall apart, crying his name and exposing as much of my neck as I physically can. Not even a few seconds later, the sharp sting of his teeth penetrate my skin, and I come again instantly. Over and over. One second of pleasure rolls into the next until it feels like it's never ending.

Not until he's got us laying on our sides with me tucked into him do the aftershocks kick in. He tosses half of the blanket over us and kisses the back of my head.

I lightly skim the mark he left where my neck meets my shoulder. It brings a smile to my face, but I have to wonder if he regrets it. I'm just too much of a coward to ask.

"I can tell what you're thinking," he whispers in my ear. "I may not be able to read your mind, but your scent and body language speak volumes. "I know what I did, and I'd do it all over again. Are you upset about it?"

"No," I admit quietly, still touching the spot. "I wanted it just as much as you did. A couple months ago, I could've never seen myself with a pack, and now, I can't see myself without yours. Will they be mad at us?"

"Mmm," he says thinking on it. "I don't think they will. They've waited a really long time for you. They'll just be jealous they didn't get to be your first."

I chuckle, pressing my face into his arm beneath my head. I guess we'll have to wait and see if he's right.

A couple days later, I get done with my classes and decide to spend some time with myself. Ever since meeting the pack, I haven’t done too much of that. Which, in itself is odd, considering I’ve always been more of a loner by necessity.

Sliding into the seat ofmycar, which still sounds crazy to say, even to myself, I head toward the city. The thought hadn’t really crossed my mind to where I’m going, I just needed a few minutes to breathe away from everyone and everything. Cordell and I still haven’t shared our secret with the rest of the pack. His mark has been hidden beneath the neckline of my shirts, thankfully. I don’t know how they’re going to react or if I’m supposed to be the one to tell them. It’s possible that he already told them, and we’re going about business as usual because it’s no big deal.

At the last minute, I cut into a parking garage connected to the mall. I’ve never been a big shopper, obviously, but I doubt that I’ll run into anyone I know here.

Taking my time walking around the different stores, I grab a bite to eat and a green tea from the boba stand. I’m still sipping it when I hear my name being called. Glancing around, I find Trinity waving at me as she walks into the store.

“Hey!” She says excitedly. “How are you? How’s it going?”

“I’m okay,” I tell her honestly. We were work pals, but never super open with each other. I wouldn’t begin to scratch the surface of my issues with her.

“I can’t believe Ross fired you,” she says.

“It is what it is,” I reply with a shrug, not angry in the least. “It was conflict of interest because I’m getting paid to work the social media at another bar.”

Her lips pop open in shock before she incredulously says, “Is that the reason he gave you? That’s not what happened, girl.I was there when everything went down.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Putting a hand to her chest like she’s trying to calm down, she tells me, “There was a tall guy with dark hair, dressed spiffy a f. He flashed a fat wad of cash at Ross and told him it was his to keep if he’d fire you. Ross told him no at first, to be fair. Said you were worth more than that. The guy said he’d double it. And let me tell you, it had to be a high dollar amount since the man pulled out a check book and wrote Ross a check.”

My mind is racing. I don’t know which one it wants to figure out first, the fact that Ross sold me out or who the man was. I’ve got two different people in mind, both awful in their own way.

“Do you remember the man’s name?” I ask.

She shakes her head, but I ask anyway, “Daryl?”

“No,” she answers instantly. “I had an ex-boyfriend with that name. I would’ve remembered that.”

My heart thuds in my chest, feeling like it’s trying to jump into my throat. Please don’t be him. Please.

“Was is Roz or Rozwell?” I ask.

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