Page 74 of A Pack of Pumpkins
When he pulls back, his eyes are glassy.
I look around. Bram's proud, Jack happy, Dagan relieved, Victor grateful.
"Can we all stay in the pack bed tonight?" I ask.
There’s a pause where I panic, but then they’re all wrapping me in a hug. My exhaustion hits hard.
Suddenly I’m scooped into muscular arms, a chest smelling of pumpkin and cinnamon. I’m asleep before we even reach the omega suite.
Clara
WhenIwakeup,all of the alphas are gone but one. Their scents linger, but I clearly overslept. Sun streams in from the window, pouring over the bed.
“Oh my God!” I yell, scrambling for my phone to call my cousin.
“It’s okay, Spook.”
The alpha next to me purrs. Victor. I look back and freeze. Hot lava melts in my core, races down to my pussy, and slicks my thighs at the sight.
His hair is disheveled but not like mine in the morning. It’s the kind of bedhead you only see on models in shampoo ads.
“It’s okay?” I repeat, my brain momentarily blinking offline.
“Yeah. Bram called Bax, and Bax said to take a day or two—or five. That guy is a nice alpha. Maybe next barbecue I’ll stick around and not be such an ass.”
He chuckles at his own self-deprecation, but my brain has already moved on from the hair to his delicious collarbone, hard-but-pliant pecs, and abs I’m itching to run my fingers over. Because this alpha is in nothing but boxers, and I deeply regret not seeing the strip that got him here.
Damn my tired body.
He follows my line of sight and chuckles. I’m still in my dress from the night before, though my shoes and bangles have been removed.
“There something you’d like to see more of?” he asks. “You’re allowed to touch. Everything you can see is yours.”
God, that’s a heady feeling.
I tentatively reach out and run my hands through his tousled hair.
His surprised laugh is genuine. “That’s not where I thought you’d go first, but I’ll take it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And where exactly did you think this was going?” I bait.
He smiles, all teeth, and suddenly flips me so I’m straddling his cloth-covered cock. It’s already hard beneath me. I perfume, and he moans. It's a glorious sound I can’t wait to hear again.
I roll my hips over him, languid and slow… then freeze. His cock is long and hard, definitely a concern in theWill it fit?department, but that’s now been compounded. Because as I rolled, giving myself some much-needed friction against my aching clit, I felt several round metal items roll between us as well.
A low purr rises from his chest. It stutters at first, like it’s never been used, but when it catches, it’s warm and low and perfect. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Victor purr, and I want to snuggle down into it.
“I promise, they won’t hurt,” he says.
You’d think the word “hurt”would dissuade my omega, but the crazy bitch just preens for him.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can wait. If you don’t like the idea, I could remove them.”
My omega whines at that idea, and it slips out. His eyes fly wide, and I am mortified.
“Or not,” he laughs.
I swat his chest.
