Page 115 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Axel lays his palm on her forehead. “She’s warm, not scorching.”
“Pre-heat?” Angel suggests.
“The doctor said things might be unsettled for the first few months. That I’d experience false heats and …” She shakes her head as if trying to rejumble her thoughts.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Silver says. “We got you.”
“Does it hurt?” Axel asks her, laying his hand against her belly.
“No, I just … I just need …”
“What, little bird, what do you need?” I kneel down in front of her.
She whimpers. And we can all guess what she fucking needs. Especially when the aroma of slick hits the air.
“Words, little one,” Axel says, still holding her chin in his hand. “Use your words and tell us exactly what you want.”
“Knots!” she moans and I think I nearly come in my pants.
My sweet little bird needs a knot. No. That’s not what she said. She needs more than one. She needs all our knots.
Well fuck me!
Hardy groans.
Connor’s thoughts turn fucking explicit through the bond.
Me, I’m just staring at her thighs. Slick is trickling down them, glistening in the sunlight.
My mouth waters.
I know how good that tastes.
“You want our knots,” Axel says, his voice low, feral.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs.
“She doesn’t know what she wants in this state,” Silver mutters, his voice tight, his spine rigid.
The omega snaps her head around to look up at him, breaking Axel’s grip on her chin. “I do know what I want, Silver. I’ve waited for a knot, I’ve been dreaming of a knot. And I need it now.”
Her tone has Silver bristling, and he marches up to her and towers above. He scowls down at her. “Your mind is high on fucking hormones, little one. You think we’re going to take advantage of you in this state?” I huff, taking advantage is exactly what I want to do. Take advantage until the fucking sun sets in the sky and rises again. “We’re not going to risk fucking things up with you again.”
My shoulders sag. The dude is right.
The omega, however, doesn’t agree. And isn’t this the reason this woman drives me crazy? She reaches up and takes a fistful of his shirt, dragging him down towards her. He doesn’t fight her grip and soon she’s caged under his arms.
“I know what I want.” She threads the buttons of his shirt through their holes. “I’m in my right mind. Test me, ask me anything.”
He growls. “What’s three hundred and forty-two multiplied by twenty?”
“Something she’ll actually know,” Hardy says.
“Six thousand, eight hundred and forty, Alpha,” she says, her tongue flicking around the last few syllables.
Silver stares hard in her eyes. “The capital city of Peru?”
“Lima,” she says, with only a hint of a slur.
