Page 35 of A Pack of Pumpkins
I remind myself that we’re in a library, discussing tragedy. That this is not an ideal place to have a raging hard-on. But I must not have hidden my aroused scent fast enough, because Clara looks up at me with wet, hooded eyes.
The sadness in her expression is unbearable. So I lean down slowly and press my lips to hers. Her mouth is soft and sweet. She tastes like caramel glaze over softened apples in a hot cast-iron skillet.
Clara lets out a soft moan into my mouth, and it snaps the last of my restraint. I stop caring that we’re in a public place. The door to the room is closed, but anyone could walk in.
I break the kiss. Not because I want to, but because I need air. I’m panting hard, almost missing the omega whine that slips past her red, swollen lips.
For a second, I’m too dazed, imagining those lips wrapped around the shaft of my cock, that pretty little mouth taking me deep. But then she presses a kiss to the sensitive skin on my neck, and her hot forehead grazes my chin.
I kiss her cheek and gently pull back, using the knuckles of my fingers to tilt her chin up. Her pupils are blown wide, and another high, needy omega whine escapes her.
“You need your alpha ghost?” I ask softly.
She nods emphatically. Her omega is fully in control now.
I reach over and lock the door.
Clara
Everythingissohot,and my core aches. Slick is making my underwear a pointless wet mess, and my skin is so sensitive that the brown sweater with little pink ghosts I chose to wear feels as stiff and itchy as wool. I can’t help but claw at the thing.
Big alpha hands close over mine.
“Let me help you, Ghost,” he murmurs, and through the heat haze, I remember we’re in a library, and anyone could hear us.
Bram strips the sweater off over my head, revealing the lacy pink camisole underneath. My hands have a mind of their own as they work the buttons of his collared shirt. Once it’s off, they slide over the planes of his chest, then down the ridges of his hard abs.
He lets me explore, smirking. “Like what you feel, Ghost?” he asks with a dark purr.
I whine, high. My omega is in charge, and she wants this alpha to know just how much she wants him.
I swing a leg over Bram, straddling his lap, and settle my core directly over the hard bulge in his pants. I let my full weight sink down. I can feel his cock pressing into me through layers of fabric.
His hand slides under my shirt and up my spine, unhooking my bra with practiced ease before lifting it and the camisole over my head. The cool air of thelibrary hits my hot skin and sends goosebumps racing across my body. My nipples harden into stiff peaks under his intense gaze.
One of his strong arms wraps around my waist, pulling me closer. His free hand smooths up the underside of my breast, lifting it like an offering. I expect him to take it into his mouth, but instead, his expression turns serious.
“We’re in a library, little Ghost. I’m going to take this perfect pussy and give you what you need, but you have to follow the rules and be quiet. Understand?”
I nod, my body practically vibrating with need. The hollow between my legs pulses with emptiness. I grind my hips forward, pressing every inch of him into me through our clothes.
He groans low, and I smile into his handsome face.
“I thought we were meant to be keeping quiet,” I manage to tease, barely. My omega is clawing her way back to the surface.
Bram chuckles, a luscious, dangerous sound that sends shivers skittering down my spine. “Fair enough, little Ghost. We’ll both follow the rules, but if you break them, there will be consequences.”
Before I can ask what that means, he lifts me and sets me on the edge of the table. He stays seated, his hands sliding up my calves, over my knees, then around to grip my ass and the waistband of my leggings.
He tugs. I lift my hips, planting my feet on his knees for balance. He pulls my leggings and my soaked underwear off in one fluid motion and tosses them to the floor. Then he places a hand on each knee and gently, firmly, pulls them apart.
Heat flashes through me as his gaze lands on my bare, slick center. He looks at my pussy like a wolf eyeing a helpless rabbit. My clit pulses, begging for friction.
I start to lie back, but his growl stops me.
“You sit up and watch everything I do to this sweet cunt.”
Myperfume blooms in the air, and I swear his pupils blow wide at the scent. He shakes his head and visibly reins himself in.
