Page 115 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“What? Why? What happened?”
“Hey, hey, calm down. I’m fine," she says, a pink tint covering her cheeks. “It was just awkward.”
“Awkward? Did Theo make something for dinner you didn’t like?”
“You sure are chatty for someone who almost died yesterday," she says, glancing up at me through her thick lashes. “No, dinner was great. Killian just caught Theo and I making out.”
I let out a low whistle. God, what I would’ve given to have been the one that walked in on that. Hell, I’d probably do terrible things to be the one she kissed.
“Holy shit, seriously?”
“What do you mean, seriously?” she says, laughing as she rolls her eyes. “Yeah, seriously. It wasn’t like I was making out with Theo to piss Killian off.”
“Was it good?”
She straightens, her hands coming to rest on her hips.
“You asking if I was any good?” She raises an eyebrow expectantly.
“You offering for me to see for myself?” I ask, my voice low. My gaze drifts down to her lips.
Ever since she walked into that locker room and opened her mouth, I’ve wanted to know what her lips would feel like on mine, what she tasted like.
My words and heavy gaze have their desired effect, because her petrichor scent swirls around us as her eyes darken.
I’m grateful I can still elicit that kind of response from her, even though I probably look like a sorry piece of shit, all banged up like this.
“I don’t think you could handle what I have to offer," she says slowly. “At least not while you’re still recovering.”
I take a deep breath that makes my ribs ache.
“You’re probably right, but I feel like I should get my man card revoked if I weren’t willing to risk a little pain for the pleasure of getting to experience your touch.”
That blush on her cheeks gets even more pronounced.
“Such a smooth talker," she huffs. “You’ll feel my hands all over you, all right. I definitely wouldn’t call it pleasant.”
She sinks down to her knees in front of me, her gaze never leaving mine as she grabs the antiseptic ointment.
“I’m definitely having a great time right now,” I breathe out.
God, I want to burn the sight of her on her knees onto the back of my eyelids so I can see it every time I close my eyes.
My cock twitches in my boxers. Fuck, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but it seems to have a mind of its own.
“Shut up, this isn’t for you. It’s just so I can get to your wounds better without you having to lean and pull at any of your stitches," she says. She tries to hide it, but I don’t miss the quirk of her lips.
Looks like she knows exactly what this view is doing to me.
I focus on trying to breathe as deeply as I can, with my ribs as fucked up as they are, as she starts dabbing the anti-bacterial ointment the hospital sent me home with. Her touch is soft and gentle. It makes me wish she were touching me under different circumstances.
“I’ll have to keep an eye on this one," she mutters under her breath as she brushes her fingers against one of the deeper cuts they made closer to my hip.
“Does that one look bad?”
“It’s a little angry looking, but not anything that screams ‘we’ve gotta go to the hospital right now,’ you know?”
“I think you’d know a little better than I would. I trust you, Wildflower.”
