Page 145 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Yeah, but that’s the good thing about fan-fiction, we can change the ending in our own little version of the story.”
She takes my chin in her hands, brushing her fingers over my stubble and twists my face to face hers. Then she tilts my chin downwards and slides the glasses onto my nose.
I tip my head backwards and present the left side of my face to her and then the right.
“Meet to your approval, baby girl?”
“Oh yeah,” she says, biting her lip, her voice turning all husky.
I chuckle at her. “You’re serious? They really do turn you on?”
She nods slowly, then grabs a fistful of my t-shirt and tugs my mouth down to hers. I can’t lie, kissing with glasses on is damn strange, but I’d wear a mask and flippers if she instructed me to, as long as I get to kiss the girl and hold all those curves of hers.
Her kiss grows needy quickly, little moaning noises escaping her throat and one of her hands capturing mine and leading it between her legs.
I pull away. “I think I’d better get you upstairs to the nest, baby girl, because as much as I’d love to fuck you up against the trunk of this tree, I’m pretty sure both Molly and Mrs. Stormgate are watching us.”
“What?” she squeals, jumping up immediately.
I chuckle and swing my gaze towards the house, freezing as I do. “Well, fuck me,” I mutter.
“What?” Bea says.
“The leaves,” I murmur, pointing to trees in the distance, “and the grass! Fuck, the bricks on the house!”
“What do you mean?” Bea asks.
“I can see them. Clearly.”
“That’s what glasses are for.”
“I never realized I was meant to be able to see that shit.”
“And you look very handsome,” Bea says with a smile.
I chuckle again, then bend down and scoop her up into my arms.
“Miss Lane, nest, now.”
“Yes, please,” she says, adjusting my glasses on my nose.
We keep it civil through the garden and the house, but as soon as we’re on the stairs up to the third floor, we lose all restraint. Bea sucks on my neck like a starving thing, her hands roaming under my shirt, nails scraping at my skin.
“You want me, Omega?” I ask right by her ear, catching her earlobe between my teeth and tugging on it.
“Y-y-y-yes.”
“Then ask for it, baby girl. Ask me for exactly what you need.”
“I need you, all of you.”
I key in the code at the door and kick my way inside, carrying the omega straight over to the bed and lowering her down with me.
She continues to suck on my neck like my skin is the best-tasting dish in the world, and scrabbles at my clothes.
“I want to see all of you,” she tells me.
“Likewise, Omega.”
