Page 147 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Oh God.
She’s not wearing a bra.
My mouth goes dry.
Holy shit.
I know men have fought wars over, written poetry about, and carved statues of women for basically all of history, but I don’t think I got it until now.
But in those practically nonexistent sleep shorts hugging her hips and the thin fabric of her tank top giving me a clear view of the outline of her nipples, God damn.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Reyna says playfully, her voice a little husky.
I immediately take my laptop and use it to hide my face, inadvertently hitting myself in the forehead with it.
“I—I’m so sorry,” I say, a furious blush appearing on my cheeks. “I—I didn’t mean to stare, I—I just?—”
“Hey," she says softly.
I see her fingertips over the top of my laptop. I should get her nail polish. The stuff she has on right now is a bit chipped.
She pulls my laptop down and away from my face and I fight the urge to look away.
“You can look all you want," she murmurs, her lips tugging up into a playful grin. “I’ll even give you a little spin.”
Oh my God.
My gunmetal scent practically explodes out of me at her words. It swirls around us, mixing with Reyna’s charged electricity.
Ever since I got close enough to catch a whiff of her scent, I knew there was something special about Reyna. But now that I know she’s our scent match, I’m starting to focus a lot more on how well our scents blend together. I’ve never experienced something like that before.
Together, we’re like a fuse that’s about to blow.
I definitely feel like I’m about to blow.
My cock stirs in my sweats and no matter how hard I fight it, I can’t stop my body’s reaction to her. My sweatpants probably aren’t hiding anything either, so I’m practically waving my feelings at her with one of those bright neon signal wands people use on runways. Except instead of a light, it’s my dick.
Her storm gray eyes dart between mine, almost like she’s trying to read my thoughts.
I almost want to tell her to please stop, because I’m already so mortified I want to sink into the floor and disappear.
But I don’t.
I stare back at her and notice the dark circles under her eyes. That stiffness in her shoulders I noticed earlier? That’s exhaustion.
I’d know, considering I’m feeling pretty similarly now. Maybe it’s the caffeine crash.
Before I know what I’m doing, one of my hands is lifting up to cup her cheek. My thumb brushes gently against her skin. It’s so soft.
“You look tired,” I say softly.
She laughs, her eyes sparkling. “Not a very charming thing to say to a woman, you know.”
“Oh—I—I didn’t mean?—”
“Hey, it’s fine," she says, reaching up and holding my hand to her cheek, leaning into my touch. “I’m just teasing you. You’re fun to tease.”
“Oh… well, then you can tease me all you want.”
