Page 121 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Several.”
“Several,” she repeats unhappily.
“I’m thirty years old, Omega. You didn’t expect me to be a virgin now, did you?”
“No … it’s just … how about that girl?”
“What girl?” I ask, wondering if she’s thinking of Melody or one of the other pushy omegas who like to make themselves known.
“The one that caused all the trouble between you all, between Axel and Angel.”
“You know about that?”
“Axel told me.”
“You know he was just as much to blame as–”
“Yes, he told me that too.” My shoulders relax a little and I lie there silently. Have they really changed? Axel? Angel? I’ve been hoping they have but if I’m honest deep down in my heart I’ve been hesitant, unsure this can last. Nervous any moment it will revert to the way things were.
I don’t want them to. And not only because I want the girl in my arms to be mine, to be ours permanently. But because I want Connor in my life too. And Axel. Heck, even that lunatic Nate.
I want this life. I want this pack.
I’ve been unsure if it can happen.
But Axel said that. To Bea. Told her he was as much to blame as Angel. I wouldn’t have believed that was possible two weeks ago.
“No,” I tell Bea. “No, we never saw her through a heat.”
“Angel?”
“No, sweetheart. None of us. She never fell into one in the time we knew her.”
Bea relaxes too. “Good,” she says a little possessively and I smile.
“You’re the only woman for us now, Bea Carsen, always and forever.”
“Always and forever is a long time.”
“Yeah, but I know you feel it too.”
And for once, this little firecracker doesn’t contradict me.
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Connor
I’m impatient.
In fact for once I’m more impatient than freaking Nate who seems calm and relaxed given the circumstances.
No, it’s me prowling the deck, ears alert for every agonizing scream of ecstasy the omega is making from the cabin. I’m hard as steel, my skin itching with irritation and all I want to do is fuck her.
I wish the six of us had already formalized the formation of this new pack. I wish I was already bonded to Silver, Hardy and Angel too. Then at least, I’d be there with him, experiencing the bliss of rutting our omega. The smug grins on Angel and Hardy’s faces as they experience their bonded mate’s pleasure second hand is almost unbearable.
“Is he still fucking her?” I mumble, stopping in front of Hardy, who sits laid back on the lounger with his hands hooked behind his head, biceps bulging.
“Nah, lucky bastard’s knotted her now.”
