Page 30 of Stuck with my Pack
I whimper, because I can feel it too—the way I need him, need something, anything to soothe the ache building inside me. My Omega is screaming for an Alpha, forhim.
Brodie’s breath shudders as I shift in his grip, pressing closer. His control is slipping—fast. And I don’t know if I want him to stop.
The heat is unbearable, a restless, crawling sensation just beneath my skin. My body feels flushed, feverish, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the pressure building deep inside me. I shift uncomfortably on the dock, desperate for relief from something I don’t fully understand.
“I’ve been so hot all day,” I murmur, more to myself than him, my voice coming out breathy, almost shaky. “I feel like I can’t cool down.”
Brodie shifts beside me, his knee brushing mine. The contact is subtle but searing, a brand against my overheated skin. My breath stutters. Everything about him feelssolid,unchanging,safe—but the way he’s looking at me right now? It’s anything but safe.
“Sweet girl,” he says, voice thick, rough around the edges.
I glance at him, startled, but his gaze is locked on me—steady, knowing, and laced with something dark and consuming. My Omega whines at the intensity, at the way his Alpha scent flares, thickening in the air between us.
Ineedto move away, to clear my head, but instead, I find myselfleaning in, my body betraying me, craving the grounding presence of him.
“Alpha” I whisper, but I don’t know if it’s a warning or a plea.
His nostrils flare, his whole body going rigid as my scent finally hits him full force. I see the exact moment his restraintcracks. His pupils dilate, his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and his fingers twitch like he’s fighting the instinct to grab me.
But he doesn’t fight it for long.
A growl rumbles deep in his throat, vibrating through me as he reaches out, one strong hand cupping my face, his palm hot against my flushed skin. His grip isn’t gentle—it’sclaiming, possessive.It’s allAlpha.
My breath catches, and I melt into his touch before I can stop myself.
“You smell…” His voice is gravely, barely more than a rasp. “Fuck.You smell like pure fucking sex.”
The words send a violent shudder through me. My thighs press together instinctively, slick pooling between them as my Omega keens, desperate,starving.
His thumb strokes over my cheek, slow and deliberate, but his whole body is tense, his control fraying right in front of me. His other hand comes up to my waist, fingers digging into my hip like he’s holding himself back.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice husky and laced with something dangerous.
I barely have a second to process it before he’sonme.
His lips crash against mine, hot and needy, his breath coming out in a growl as he drinks me in like he’s been starving for this moment. His body presses into mine, a wall of strength and heat, pinning me to the dock as he claims my mouth, his fingers gripping my waist so tightly it sends a thrill through me.
I gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with an urgency that makes my head spin. My hands fly to his chest, meaning to push him back, tobreathe, but the second I touch him, my resolve snaps.
He’ssowarm, solid muscle beneath my fingertips, and instead of pushing him away, I’m clutching at him, my nails digging into his shirt as I arch closer and grind myself against his rigid length.
Brodie lets out a low, rumbling sound, something between a groan and a growl, andfuck, it sends another rush of heat between my legs.
My whole body feels like it’s burning from the inside out, aching for him in a way that makes no sense, that I should be terrified of—but I’m not.
I can’t stop.
Idon’t wantto stop.
His grip tightens on my waist, and then suddenly, I’m moving, his hands lifting me effortlessly until I’m straddling his lap. The second I settle against him, feeling the hard, thick press of his arousal against me, I whimper.
Brodie snaps.
His mouth leaves mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw, my neck, over my pulse points, where he lingers, his breath heavy as his teeth graze my skin.
“Mine,” he rasps against my throat, voice thick with Alpha need.
A shiver ripples through me, my body responding before my mind can catch up. My legs tighten around his waist, my hands fisting in his hair, and I tilt my head back, offering.
