Page 107 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Hmmm,” she mutters as she glides her tongue over more of me, chasing more of my flavor.
I find the crook of her neck and nibble at it, feeling how it makes her shake in my arms.
“We need to shower,” I whisper and she whimpers in response like that’s the worst idea I’ve ever had. I chuckle. “But I’m not sure you’re dirty enough yet, little one. I think I need to get you a lot stickier.”
She looks up at me with those amber eyes, lost in lust, and I pick her up and walk her to the bed, throwing her down onto the mattress and sinking to my knees. She squeals a little but then I have a grip of her thighs and I drag her pussy towards me, all the way until I’m breathing in the very source of her.
Fuck, she’s even prettier down here. All pink and plump and gushing slick for me.
“Good girl,” I tell her, sweeping my tongue through her folds. Her flavor dissolves on my tongue and it’s like the sweetest, best fucking caramel candy I’ve ever tasted in my life. I’m never going to want to eat dessert again. Only her. Only her every night and every morning too. Shit, I’ll wake her up every morning with my head between her legs.
“Angel,” she moans as I suck on her, finding her sensitive bean and capturing it between my lips.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
But I’m making her feel too damn good for her to manage more coherent words than that. Instead, she starts moaning, her legs shaking around my ears and her hands locked around my head.
I flick her with my tongue, then rub my chin through her pussy, letting my beard tickle against her and making her squirm. Then I decide that’s enough teasing. I press the heel of my hand down against her lower belly, plunge my fingers deep inside her pussy, massaging her spot and then I go to town on her. Licking and licking at her clit like it’s a goddamn ice cream.
She goes wild in my grip, twisting and moaning, begging me for mercy and then her thighs tense, her belly stiffens. I kiss her sweetly one more time and she explodes against my mouth, gushing me with slick and screaming my name. Her back arches and she jolts about on the bed as the waves of pleasure I’ve stirred up crash through her body. And then finally she crashes limp on the bed and I flop down beside her, kissing her mouth as I squeeze at her tits.
“You sleepy now, little one?” I ask, as she lies there breathless, her eyes closed.
“No,” she says rolling towards me, “needy.”
“Needy?” I chuckle, “that wasn’t enough for you?” It looked down right devastating from where I was kneeling.
“I need you inside me. I need you fucking me hard. I need your knot.”
Fuck, I want all that too.
“I can’t,” I say carefully, not wanting to rock that omega heart of hers, not after I made her so vulnerable.
“W-what? Why not?”
“You’re not ours yet, Bea. You haven’t said you want to be. And if I fuck you, before you’ve decided. If I fuck you without the others, then …”
“Then …”
“That wouldn’t be right.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We’re a pack, Bea. You don’t just get to pick one or two of us. You want one of us, then you want us all.”
I wonder if that idea will shock her, terrify her. She’s a newly presented omega after all. The idea of being with six men might be enough to turn her away. But she needs to know what she’s letting herself in for. If she wants to be in our pack, if she wants to be our omega like we want her to be, then that’s how it will be.
However, I see no fear in her eyes, no alarm. No, only lust. She likes that idea.
Good girl.
Good fucking girl.
“Are they going to be mad about what you just did then?”
I lift a questioning eyebrow.
“You just went down on me.”
