Page 38 of Stuck with my Pack
He looks at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “It is what it is. Made me who I am, right?” he says with a half-shrug. His chin drops to his chest on a deep exhale. “But sometimes all I can feel is that weak little kid unable to do shit about anything.”
“Who you are,” I say, my voice soft but unwavering, “is someone strong. Someone who cares, who protects. You’re stronger than you think, Tyler.”
His gaze locks with mine, and the air shifts between us. The vulnerability in his eyes stirs something deep inside me, a mix of protectiveness and undeniable desire. Before I can second-guessmyself, I lean closer, and he reaches for me, his hand cupping my cheek.
“You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel like I matter,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, his mouth so close I can feel his breath on my lips.
His words break something open in me, and I lean into his touch, my lips brushing against his. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if we’re testing the waters. But then it deepens, fueled by emotion and need, and I’m lost.
He pulls me onto his lap, his hands strong and steady as they explore my body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. His scent wraps around me, warm and citrusy, with an edge of spice that leaves me breathless.
My Omega responds instinctively, leaning into him, wanting more, grinding against his hard length. Slick pools in my core.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear. His hands still, his gaze searching mine.
“Yes,” I whisper, the word trembling on my lips but certain in my heart.
“God, Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice a growl against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I can feel the evidence of his desire pressing against me, hard and insistent, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. My slick dampens the thin fabric of my underwear, and Tyler groans as his hands slide up my thighs, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
His fingers move higher, brushing my wetness through my underwear. I arch to bring that most sensitive area closer to where I want him. A low, primal moan that’s almost a growl rumbles out of his chest.
His lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I moan, tipping my head back to give him more access. My hands clutch his shoulders, anchoring myself to himas his kisses grow bolder, more possessive. He’s marking me in his own way, his Alpha instincts driving him to claim me, and my Omega revels in it.
“Tyler,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I press myself closer to him, my body moving on its own. I don’t even recognize myself, but I don’t care. I don’t want to stop.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. His pupils are blown wide, his gaze dark with desire but soft with care. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the solid strength of him beneath my fingers. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes. Tyler’s hands move to my back, pulling me flush against him, traveling lower to grab my ass with two big hands, setting a grinding motion that leaves me senseless.
His lips capture mine again, this time with a ferocity that leaves me dizzy. His fingers slide under the hem of my nightgown, tracing the curve of my thigh, my waist, until he’s tugging the fabric up and over my head, leaving me bare before him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes raking over me with reverence and heat. His scent is potent and feral. His hands explore every inch of my exposed skin, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
I lean into him, my body desperate for more, and he obliges, his mouth trailing kisses down my collarbone, across the swell of my breast, until his lips close around my nipple. I cry out, my fingers threading through his hair as he sucks gently, his tongue teasing until I’m trembling in his arms.
“Alpha, please,” I gasp, my hips grinding against him, seeking relief from the ache building inside me, wanting his knot until it’s all I can think about.
He growls softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “I’ve got you, Omega,” he promises, his hands sliding down to gripmy hips as he lays me back on the sofa. The cool fabric contrasts with the heat of his body as he leans over me, his kisses scorching a path down my torso.
His fingers slip between my thighs, finding me slick and ready, and he groans, his forehead resting against my shoulder for a moment as he struggles to control himself. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “So perfect for me.”
When his fingers slide inside me, I arch off the sofa, my body instinctively seeking more. He moves slowly at first, his thumb circling my clit, leaving me gasping, my nails digging into his arms as pleasure builds and builds until I’m teetering on the edge.
“Tyler,” I moan, my voice breaking as I cling to him, my body tightening around his fingers. “I’m?—”
“I know,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let go, Sophie. Come for your Alpha,” he says with a tiny bit of bark.
His words unravel me, and I come apart in his arms, my cries muffled against his shoulder as my body shatters with pleasure. Tyler holds me through it, his touch steady, his presence grounding me as I ride the waves of ecstasy.
When I finally come back to myself, he’s kissing me again, slow and deep, his hands stroking my thigh.
“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice soft but tinged with the barely restrained growl caused by his Alpha instincts. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve given you all of me. Until I’ve filled you with my come,” he says, punctuating his words with a nip at the place where my neck meets my shoulder. The sensation is my undoing.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching against him. “I need you, Tyler. All of you. Fuck me. ”
