Page 6 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
I looked her over, gently brushing her damp hair from her face. It was obvious she needed help, and I just so happened to have the right equipment to help her. Heats came in waves, so if I got her semi-lucid, I could accompany her to her place so she could go about her normal heat routine.
“Okay, omega, I’ll get you through this wave, then I’m taking you home so you can ride out the rest of your heat in safety, okay?” I said, gripping her chin lightly and making her meet my gaze as I spoke.
She nodded.
Fuck, yes.
Was I a greedy bastard? Yes. I wanted to help, but I was going to have a fucking fantastic time doing it.
My hands found the flesh at the back of her thighs, gripping it tightly as I pulled her to me, her legs wrapping around my waist with surprising strength for one so small. Her legs were bare; all she was wearing was a sundress with a cardigan over it.
It took some effort to rip my T-shirt off, given she was clinging to me like an adorable koala, but as soon as sherealized I was getting naked, she was all for it, pawing at my shirt to get it off quicker and running her hands along my chest appreciatively.
“Are you sure?” She was probably too far gone to truly consent, and that concerned me. However, there was no way I could let her walk out of there. She would have been accosted by the first alpha she saw. Her scent was like fucking crack.
“Knot me, alpha,” she begged. “I need you to fill me.”
How could I deny her when she asked so sweetly?
I helped her tug off the cardigan. She needed to cool down. The result was witnessing her thin, damp dress stretched perfectly over her tits.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Holy fuck, that was a glorious sight. I’d seen plenty of tits in my time, but there was something about seeing the outline of hers in that thin sundress, those nipples standing up straight, begging for attention, that made my mouth water.
Reaching between us was a balancing act, considering she was wrapped around me, but I was able to rip off her flimsy panties easily enough. Thank God for thin underwear and alpha strength.
My fingers found her folds, and her copious slick. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Fuck, you’re so perfectly wet, omega,” I muttered.
“Sorry,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Sorry?
What the fuck was she apologizing for?
Without thinking, I nipped at her shoulder, making her squirm. “Don’t you dare say sorry,” I growled as my fingers sank into her, stretching her impossibly tight walls. Despite her wetness, she was going to need a little warming up if she was going to take my knot. “This pussy is fuckingperfect. Look how wet and ready you are for me.” As I spoke, I thrust my fingersinside her, the wet sound music to my fucking ears. With each stroke, I brushed against her G-spot, ramping up her pleasure to new heights.
“Oh fuck, please.”
“I’ll give you what you want, omega, just tell me.”
She leaned back, looking me in the eye. Our faces were only an inch or two apart, so I could practically taste her sweet breath.
“Can I come on your cock?” she asked sweetly, the wordcockcoming from those pouty lips almost doing me in.
Fuuuck.
I wasn’t going to last.
If I embarrassed myself, I would have to make up for it in the future, because this pretty angel deserved better than a two-pump chump.
Sliding my fingers back out of her, I lifted my hand so she could see the slick dripping down it. Her face turned a beautiful shade of pink as she bit her lip, only to turn red when I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. Her sweet, musky taste was better than any dessert I had ever tasted. It was like salted caramel… no maple, and I was instantly addicted.
Tugging my boxers down with one hand was challenging, especially as I was pitching a rather considerable-sized tent. But I needed to be inside her as much as she needed me now, the demand in my brain humming like the best drug.
Despite her tightness, the moment the head of my cock pressed against her folds, I slid right to the hilt with little to no resistance. And goddamn, the feel of her walls surrounding me was heaven.
If she wasn’t in the middle of a heat, I would have drawn out the first thrust, taken my time, and tortured us both. But as it was, she sank her fingernails into my skin, demanding more.
