Page 172 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Can’t do it.
Can’t do it to her.
I stumble away. Shuffle backwards even as she mewls for me.
It isn’t right.
She’s in heat.
We need to talk about this first.
She needs to be sure.
I drag my hands through my hair, scraping my blunt nails against my scalp.
Try to drag myself back to some sort of sanity.
It’s different. A different type of darkness that’s struggling to bury me.
It’s like being under water. But I can see the surface, see the sun above, can taste the air.
“Nate,” Connor says, resting his hand on my shoulder. “All right?”
“She’s just so …”
“I know,” he replies and I can see the restraint tested in his eyes.
As soon as this heat is over, we need a serious fucking conversation.
I peer back at the omega.
She’s turning sleepy and floppy, just like she always does after we rock her world. Angel gathers her up in his arms and rolls the two of them down on the bed, Hardy lying down next to her, still licking his lips after feasting on her slick.
I watch, fucking captivated like I always am by my little bird, observing as sleep claims her. Her lips parting softly, her face mellowing.
Like a princess from some fairytale. Waiting for a prince – or six – to kiss her.
The red-hot need deep in my soul dampens.
It’s not extinguished.
It never will be until she’s ours.
“Give it time,” Axel whispers through the bond and I lay down on the bed too, reliving the way her lips curled around my cock as sleep engulfs me.
* * *
I fuckher more times than I can count.
I watch the others fuck her too.
I lick her out.
She sucks me off.
I eat her ass.
She scrapes me with her nails.
