Page 81 of Found by the Pack
Her bra and panties shield most of the evidence, and I don’t press. I let her guide what she’s ready to bare.
When my hand slides down her thigh, she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she breathes out a shaky, “Yes.”
I settle between her knees, kissing the inside of her thigh until she’s trembling. “So beautiful,” I whisper against her skin. “You have no idea.”
Her hands knot in my hair as I tug her panties down slowly, giving her time to stop me. She doesn’t. When I lower my mouth to her, she gasps, hips jerking like she can’t help it.
The taste of her hits me—sweet, sharp, devastating. I groan, gripping her thighs to anchor her. An Alpha, undone by the slick heat of his Omega’s body—except she’s not mine, not yet, and maybe never will be. But right now, she’s letting me worship her, and I’ll burn before I take that lightly.
I trace her cunt with my tongue until her gasps melt into broken little whimpers. Every sound shreds me with hunger, but I keep my touch steady. I want her to know she can let go.
When she finally comes, it’s with a shudder that rattles through her whole body, her thighs tightening around my head. I hold her, murmuring against her skin, drinking her in like I’ve been starving for her all my life.
She collapses back against the cushions, chest heaving, a dazed look in her eyes. I kiss her inner thigh once more before sliding up to gather her in my arms.
Her fingers fumble at my shirt, tugging. “Your turn,” she whispers, voice still ragged.
“Baby, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she cuts me off, surprising herself as much as me. The determination in her gaze silences any protest.
She pushes my shirt up, baring my chest, and then she’s helping me shed the rest, her hands trembling as they map my skin. When she reaches for my belt, I catch her wrist.
“You’re sure?”
Her answer is a nod, firm.
The sound I make is somewhere between a growl and a plea. I strip quickly, unable to keep my hands off her for anothersecond. Then I scoop her up, carrying her down the short hall to the bedroom. Her laughter—soft, breathless—wraps around me like music.
I lay her gently on the bed, crawling over her to kiss her again. She tastes like sweetness and defiance, like something reborn. My hands stroke her sides, thumbs brushing over the curve of her waist.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper against her lips.
She shakes her head, as if she can’t believe me. “Boone?—”
“No,” I say firmly, kissing the protest right off her mouth. “Don’t argue. You are. You always have been.”
Her eyes shine as she blinks rapidly to push back her tears. She pulls me down again, kissing me harder, as if she’s daring herself to believe me.
And I let her. I’ll let her take whatever she needs from me, for as long as she’ll have me.
Her hand slides down my chest, twisting my nipples gently. I shudder as her nails graze my stomach. When she wraps the same hand around my cock, I forget myself.
I don’t even breathe for a second because the sight of Sadie—shy, careful, but determined—stroking me is like some kind of fever dream I never thought I’d get to live. Her fingers wrap around me, tentative at first, and I feel my whole body tighten.
“Sadie…” My voice comes out rough, a plea more than a warning.
She bites her lip, glancing up at me through her lashes. “I want to try something,” she says, hesitating. “I just… I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it.”
My chest aches at the insecurity in her tone. “You don’t have to be good at anything. You just have to be here, with me. That’s more than enough.”
She swallows, but her hand doesn’t move away. Instead, she leans closer, whispering almost like she’s confessing something shameful. “Scott… he always said I wasn’t. That I?—”
I don’t let her finish. “Stop.” My fingers brush her cheek, tilting her face back to me. “Don’t bring him in here. He doesn’t get to live in this space with us. You hear me?”
Her throat works as she nods, eyes wet. “Okay.”
And then, with trembling bravery, she leans down and takes me into her mouth.
