Page 97 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Want to carry you up to our nest so badly now, baby girl.”
She whimpers, shaking in my arms. “If you take me there, I may never leave,” she whispers. “And I’m–”
“Not ready for that.” I nod, trying once again not to let the disappointment overtake me.
“A little more time.”
“Have all the time you need, baby girl. We’re not going anywhere.”
She swims her hot little hands over my chest. I have to take her home. If I don’t, there’s a strong possibility I’ll be spreading her out on the table and feasting on her.
Fuck, patience was never one of my best qualities.
I reach down for her t-shirt and carefully tug it over her head, smoothing it over those tits of hers. She arches into my touch and Jesus fucking Christ, what am I doing?
I take a hold of her arms and position her three paces away from me as I scrabble on the ground for my own shirt. I don’t want to put my own back on. I like her hot little gaze all over me far too much. But I’m trying to be a better man here.
I yank it down my body, ignoring her sigh of disappointment.
Then I take her hand and lead her out to the kitchen where pots are banging and pans bashing. I poke my head around the door, leaving Bea in the hallway.
“I’m taking Bea back home.”
My packmates turn to look at me and I can see the disappointment in their eyes.
Nate especially looks like he wants to gut someone. I make a mental note to avoid him for the rest of the day, especially as I must reek of the omega’s sweet scent. It’s only likely to provoke him.
Connor is the one to speak. “She needs time to think.”
“Yeah,” I say.
We only have ourselves to blame. If we hadn’t fucked up, we’d be rolling around with her in our nest right now, instead of ‘thinking’.
“I’ll be back soon,” I tell them. Nate scowls at me like he knows every dirty image floating in my mind.
I find Bea, peering at family pictures by the door and then I take her out to the garage, moving all her boxes from Axel’s car to my truck. Silver comes out to help us and reminds the omega once again of all the precautions she needs to take.
“If you need to go somewhere, if you feel unsafe at any time–”
“I’ll call you, I promise,” she says, reaching up to grab his collar and kiss his mouth.
I lean against the truck and watch them together.
They look good and those dirty images become a fuck-load more dirty.
Yeah, I can picture how good she’ll look, down on her hands and knees, suckling on my cock as Silver fucks her hard.
I’m guessing Silver receives an eyeful of that image through our bond because he leans away from the omega and peers towards me. Lust swims darkly in his eyes.
The omega looks up at my packmate and then over at me. She whimpers in that delicious way she does, and I grab her wrist and drag her towards the car.
“Maybe I could stay?” she says, appealing to us both.
Maybe I could bark at her right now? Tell her to lift up her skirt and open her legs. Maybe I could claim her and put an end to all the thinking.
Maybe. Maybe.
“Go home, think about what we had to say,” Silver says stiffly, “and call us tomorrow.”
