Page 65 of This Pack of Ours

“I—I do, I just…”

“Then let me take care of you, little Kit.”

The nickname made my knees feel weak. I didn’t think I had wanted anything more than to be his little Kit. To have him take care of me. To let go and trust that his deep, steady presence had me.

I’d been planning to keep quiet, but I couldn’t help crying out as he held my gaze and took the head of my cock into his wet mouth. It was fucking bliss. It was pure relief. It was a sparking of sensation that built in my lower back, weakening my knees as I felt myself hit the back of his throat.

“F-fuck.” My head tipped back as he retreated, slowly drawing out the feeling before sliding up. I could feel his tongue trailing up this time, and I whined, my fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to pull back, because he was going so, so slow. I was trying so hard to be good, to be still, but I found myself tugging him closer, my hips thrusting forward, and fuck, yes… I moaned as he sped up and shoved my arm into my mouth to try to keep quiet.

I wasn’t going to last because what the fuck was this? Nothing had ever felt like this, my alpha kneeling andtakingme. With one last thrust I was pouring into his throat, and his eyes were meeting mine, triumph sparkling in them as my release overtook me. He held me steady as the sensation rocked me.

I panted, leaning heavily against the wall before giving up and sinking to the floor in front of him. I could only stare at him in complete awe as he wiped his mouth—on a fuckinghandkerchief—and leaned closer to kiss me on the forehead.

“Thank you,” he said, and I gaped at him, my face heating.

“But… I didn’t do anything,” I choked out, and fuck, I’d come so fast. He gave me his small smile.

“You gave me yourself.” He helped me back onto my unsteady feet. I felt a bit dazed. Was he some kind of sex wizard?

“You should go back to bed,” he said, his thumb stroking over my back before he let go. “As should I. Goodnight, little Kit.”

“Goodnight,” I replied as he padded away to the spare room. I rubbed my eyes and carefully turned the door handle to our bedroom, peeking inside. I could see a Juni-shaped lump on the bed and relaxed.

As I was closing the door behind me, I heard voices in the corridor. I paused, listening.

“Where are you going?” That was Jhin.

“For a fucking walk. That not allowed?” And that was definitely a pissed-off Vander. I peered through the crack left in the door to see them standing outside my room.

“It’s one in the morning?” Jhin sounded confused.

“That didn’t seem to be stoppingyournighttime activities, did it?” Vander went to walk around him, but Jhin caught his arm.

“Have I offended you?” Jhin asked, quietly.

“No. Fucking loved being woken up to the sound of whateverthatwas.” Vander wrenched his arm free.

“My apologies,” said Jhin.

“Well, wasn’t you, was it? It’s that little slut who can’t?—”

My stomach dropped, panic spearing through my stomach, but Jhin didn’t let him finish. His aura flared out and the hairs on the back of my neck rose as it hit me. Jhin snarled and rammed Vander against the wall, rattling the whole house.

Vander’s aura was out too, and he struggled, panting, but it was no use. Jhin’s aura was massive, and it could lend him far more strength than Vander’s could.

I swallowed. I should have left, should have closed the door and crawled into bed, but my feet felt glued to the floor.

“You willnot,” Jhin said, his voice trembling with rage. “Talk about our mate like that.”

If it hadn’t been to Vander, I probably would have swooned.

Vander wet his lips, trying again to free himself.

“Yourfucking mate,” he finally spat. “I want nothing to do with him.”

I mean… he did want alittlebit to do with me, didn’t he? That had been undeniable today.

I shifted a bit, trying to get a look at Vander’s face. This didn’t make sense. Of all the things to get pissed off by, why was itthis?

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