Page 31 of A Pack of Pumpkins
One year later.
Jack
Thesmallgraveyardiscast in shadow on this clear morning. Trees bend over the plot, their branches making a private space. Each tombstone is worn with age, some leaning dangerously to one side.
Bram told us what he and Victor saw last night. I trust my pack mates. If they saw it it happened.
Clara has seemed far away all morning, and I don’t blame her. This is a lot to process, four dead people off the beach near our house. She wraps her arms around my bicep and rests her head there. I press a kiss to her hair, nuzzling into her warmth. She asked if I’d walk with her down to the graves and now we’re alone.
“It’s so strange that they all died on the same day, and then one more a year later. What could have happened?” she asks softly.
I wish I had answers. “Maybe we can find out? The library should have that kind of history.”
Her eyes light up, and it takes my breath away. “That’s a great idea! I know the librarian. We could enlist her help.”
Her smile is fire in my veins, warming me from the inside out. I step closer, and she doesn’t pull away. Her perfume rises into the cool lake air, intoxicating me. Her gaze tips up, wide and inviting, and I dip lower to capture her lips.
Clara’s arms circle my neck as mine close around her waist. I lift her, kissing her slow and deep, and she squeaks softly when her feet leave the ground. When her mouth opens for me, I sweep inside, groaning into her heat. A small omega whine answers, and it nearly unravels me.
I pull back. Her mouth is swollen, kissed red. Her cheeks are flushed from my beard scraping against her skin. Her eyes are blown wide, pupils swallowing the green.
“Apple?” I murmur.
She keens.
I touch her forehead and feel the fevered heat. “Do you need your alpha to relieve this spike, Apple?”
She whines, nodding frantically. Thank God we’d gone over boundaries that morning after the first heat.
Clara tugs at her clothes, but I catch her hands before she scratches herself raw. Instead, I strip her slowly, savoring the sight of every bare inch. My cock strains against my pants, hard as steel. I palm myself through the cloth just to keep my head clear.
I spot a patch of green soft grass over one of the tombstones. Gently, I guide her down.
My belt clinks as I strip, drawing her gaze straight to my cock. Her eyes on me feel like a touch. My cock jerks in response, and I shove my pants down, stepping free. Clara props herself up on her elbows, watching me with parted lips, a soft whimper escaping as another heat-cramp twists her belly.
“I’m going to make it better, okay, Apple?”
She nods.
I drop to my knees between her thighs. My mouth claims hers while my cock notches against her slick entrance. I rub along her folds, spreading the wet heat over my tip, then snap my hips forward.
Clara’s head falls back, a moan splitting the air. I push deeper, her body clutching me so tight I can barely keep from spilling already. I force myself to go slow, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, my balls pressed against her ass.
I bury my mouth between her breasts, then lean back, drinking in the sight of her stretched out beneath me, my cock thick inside her. Her body trembling with need.
I pull back until only my tip stays caught at her entrance. She looks at me through heavy-lidded omega eyes.
“Hold on for me,” I whisper, because I’m right at the edge, and I’m about to let my alpha take control.
She reaches up and grabs the tombstone above her head, bracing herself.
I slam forward, sheathing myself in one hard stroke. She keens, slick gushing around my cock, her perfume rising sweet and sharp between us. I don’t hold back anymore. I thrust hard and fast. Pulling out nearly all the way before driving home again and again.
The tension coils low, my balls heavy and tight. I can’t knot her here, not out in the open, but I can’t stop. I pinch her clit with one hand, twist her nipple with the other.
Her mouth shapes my name—Jack—before she shatters around me, pulsing hard on my cock. That’s all it takes.
I push deep and spill into her, filling her with heat and release. She’s protected, but God, one day I want to pump her full, make her round with our pups.
