Page 164 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
The timbre of his voice and the content of his words have my legs growing weak as I imagine what that would be like.
God, I want that. I want him. I want to feel the stretch of myself around his cock as he fucks me into oblivion.
A gush of slick leaks from me and I press my thighs together.
Now it’s my turn to feel like I’m dying of thirst and he’s an oasis.
I want that. So badly. So fucking badly it hurts.
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire fucking goddamn life.
“Next time, though,” he says, grinning down at me.
I throw my head back and groan.
“Fuck off, you’re being such a tease.”
“I can’t help it, you smell delicious when you’re needy. Now, let’s shower.”
My damp hairfeels cool along the back of my neck, which is a welcome respite, considering my skin still feels a bit warm and buzzy.
I wouldn’t necessarily consider what we did as sex, considering he didn’t fuck me, but it was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had in my entire life.
Maybe it’s because everything was focused on me. He insisted that I didn’t have to return the favor, even though I almost desperately wanted a taste of him, too.
“You feel better?” I ask as I finish the last of his bandages.
“Much, thank you.”
“Of course,” I say, smiling up at him. “If it weren’t for you taking that undercover job, I never would’ve met you or the rest of the pack. I’d say that means I owe you.”
He grabs a hold of my wrist, stilling my movements.
“No. You don’t owe us anything. It’s not about debts.”
I stare at him, stopping the initial protest that wants to come out. All my life, my life has been dictated by debts and owing people. Or at the very least, trying to avoid those things.
I think it’ll take me a bit of time to get that out of my head, but I can at least try.
“Okay,” I nod. “But if I’m going to try to work on this, then you’ve gotta try working on not hurting yourself, got it? Life is more than pain.”
“I’m starting to see that,” he says, his hand coming to rest on my hips as I stand.
He really is handsome, especially when he smiles.
I dig around on the bed and grab my shorts before tugging them on, along with the tank top I left on the floor earlier.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and see a notification from Charlotte.
Charlotte
Hi Reyna! I just wanted to send along instructions for the medication you should take to help regulate your hormones and reduce the likelihood of an intense heat.
How are you doing?
I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a split second before thinking, fuck it, she’s a doctor. I might as well ask her the question that’s been bothering me.
She’s an omega too, so hopefully it’s less awkward than it would be asking an alpha or beta doctor. Though, to be honest, I don’t think I’d be nearly as open with a doctor like that.
