Page 56 of Stuck with my Pack
I suck in a sharp breath and bring my hand to my lips as I lick her slick from my fingers. She needs this, her body is still craving relief. Craving me.
I circle my fingers over her, teasing, and she gasps, her hips rocking forward into my hand. “Brodie?—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her neck, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there. “Just let go, baby.”
Sophie moans, her head tipping back against my shoulder as I slip one, two, three fingers inside her, groaning at the wet heat that welcomes me. Her walls clenching around me, her body already trembling, and I know she’s close—so fucking close.
I keep my movements slow, deliberate, building her up with careful strokes. Circling her clit while my other arm pins her arching body to my chest.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper, kissing down the side of her neck, scent-marking her as I go. “I could touch you like this forever.”
She whimpers, her hips bucking, desperate for more. I give her what she needs, pressing my palm against her sensitive little clit and stroking her until she’s writhing against me.
“Brodie—” Her voice breaks, and then she shatters, her orgasm hitting her hard, her entire body tensing before she comes apart in my arms.
I hold her through it, whispering filthy, reverent things in her ear, letting her ride the pleasure out as her slick coats my fingers. Her body trembles, soft gasps leaving her lips, and when she finally sags against me, completely boneless, I press a gentle kiss to the back of her shoulder.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
Sophie shifts slightly, turning her head just enough for our lips to brush. “Brodie,” she breathes, her hand reaching back to touch me, fingers brushing over my very obvious problem.
I groan, my control slipping fast.
She turns in my arms, pressing her chest against mine, her lips parting for me like a silent invitation. The second ourmouths meet, I’m gone—kissing her deep, drinking her in the way I’ve been dying to since the last time we fucked.
Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, her hips rolling against mine. “I need you to bite me. I need your knot while you claim me,” she whispers, and fuck, those words nearly break me.
I roll on top of her, pinning her beneath me, growling against her lips. “You don’t know how much I want to give you that.”
Her pupils are blown wide, her lips kiss-swollen, her scent utterly infused with desire.
But then—reality crashes back.
Not like this.
I want her, God, I want her. But she’s still recovering, still vulnerable, and I won’t take her like this. Not when she deserves more than rushed desperation.
I force myself to pull away, breathing hard. “Not now, love,” I rasp, brushing my fingers through her hair. “You need rest.”
She blinks up at me, her lips parting like she wants to argue, but exhaustion wins. Her body is still weak from what she’s been through, and even though I can smell her need, her trust in me wins out.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead, then settling behind her again and wrapping my arms around her as she melts against me. “Sleep, Sophie.”
She sighs, her breathing evening out, and as I hold her tightly in my arms, I realize something terrifying.
I’m in love with her.
Completely. Hopelessly.
25
SOPHIE
Warmth. It surrounds me like a cocoon, the kind of heat that sinks deep into my bones, anchoring me to the present. My body feels heavy, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, but there’s no fear, no chill, no lingering edge of the cold that had nearly swallowed me whole.
Instead, there’s only the steady rise and fall of a chest against my back, the solid, grounding presence of Brodie wrapped around me, his scent wrapping around, protected and cared for.
My Omega purrs with the joy of it. The slow rhythm of his breath ghosts over the back of my neck, and even in sleep, his arms remain a protective barrier, keeping me tucked against him like he’s afraid I’ll slip away again.
