Page 111 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“I looked forward to those Saturday nights in a way that was frankly, a little scary. I haven’t looked forward to something like that in a really long time, Spitfire.”
His words settle around my heart and squeeze. There’s a tightness in my chest and in my throat that has me wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Me too, you have no idea. I never looked forward to work before you started seeing me.” I blink up at him through my lashes. “Tell me something.”
“Anything,” he whispers.
We’re so close that we’re practically breathing each other in. It’s intoxicating. I want more. Ineedmore.
“Why didn’t you touch me?”
I need to know the answer. I trust Theo to be honest with me if I ask him something, but I don’t trust him enough to have faith he’s not hiding something from me.
Something like he doesn’t want to touch an omega like me, with the kind of past I have.
“Remember how I said I like control only when the person surrendering to me trusts me enough to do so?” He murmurs, his words making butterflies flutter low in my belly.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Same idea. There wasn’t that real trust between us because I was lying to you.”
“Well, you’re not lying to me now, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Perfect.”
I close the distance between us, my lips meeting his. The kiss starts off slow, with Theo testing the waters. His lips are soft against mine.
I fist my hands into his dress shirt as I melt into him. He seems to take that as permission to do what he’s teased me about this whole conversation and take control.
One of his hands come up to grip the back of my neck, tugging at the root of my hair at the base of my skull as he angles my head to meet his increasingly fervent kiss. The other hand traces down my back until he’s pulling me closer to him, until I’m sitting on the edge of the countertop, the front of my body pressed along the front of his.
Ohfuck.
I can feel him through his slacks. His hardness is pressing against my pussy and I’m worried the thin fabric of my panties and leggings does nothing to disguise the rush of slick that leaves my body.
I grind against him, desperate and needy.
This kiss is the culmination ofweeksof tension, and it’s just as good as I dreamed it would be.
Actually, no, scratch that. It’s even better than I dreamed it would be, because this isreal. There’s no way I’m dreaming right now, not with how solid Theo’s body feels as I grind against him.
“Ahem.” A throat clears from the entrance of the kitchen.
Theo and I jerk apart, our chests heaving.
Killian is standing in the doorway, his brows raised in surprise as he glances between the two of us, making out in the kitchen like teenagers.
We’ve probably got that deer-in-the-headlights look of two teenagers who were just kissing, too.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Killian says, his eyes trained intently on me.
I feel his gaze like a caress on my body. It starts where Theo is still pressed against me, my legs open for him. It drags up to linger on my swollen lips, my flushed cheeks, and my messy hair.
His black tea scent grows thick in the air, and God, does it smell delicious.
I’ve never been a fan of tea, but his scent may change that.
