Page 113 of Pack Owned
Reluctantly, I tear myself away from her tempting lips. “Hey, how about we go celebrate? There’s this fantastic brunch place downtown I know.”
“Awesome.” She beams. “Cause I am really hungry and tired. But can we have a coffee here first? I need the caffeine.”
“It’s settled then.” I lightly squeeze her hand, marveling at how perfectly it fits in mine. “Coffee then a shower and we’re out.”
“You know, I haven’t we haven’t had sex in the shower yet.” Liam lifts an eyebrow suggestively.
“I need coffee pronto before I pass out again.” Kayla snatches up a pair of underwear and shimmies into them, covering that gorgeous pussy I ache to worship. “I need that coffee pronto before I collapse.” She flashes us a playful wink. “Then maybe a quick round before we head out. God, I can’t wait to get out of here. I mean, I love this place, it feels like home.”
Ryker pulls on his jeans, going commando. “No worries, we understand.”
After dressing, we hurriedly head downstairs to the kitchen. I brew us all a steaming cup of rich, aromatic coffee, the heady scent filling the room, but not quite masking Kayla’s alluring scent.
“Wait until you taste the quiche?—”
A thunderous pounding on the side door that connects to the kitchen cuts off my words, sending a jolt of dread through me.
“Who the hell...” Ryker strides to the door, his body tense and ready for a fight.
Before he even opens the door a knot of apprehension forms in my throat, like the ones I used to get during war when the enemy would ambush us or lob a live grenade into our camp.
As Ryker yanks open the door, two men shove him back hard, barging into the kitchen.
“There she is, the missing Omega!” It’s the weasel-faced asshole from the other day at the parking lot and one of the three that came to the mansion searching for Kayla.
I instantly step in front of her, positioning myself as a shield between her and the potential threat. Liam is beside me in a heartbeat, his body tensed and ready.
“Get her,” the weasel-faced leader shouts. “And arrest these three assholes.”
“Fucking pricks!” Ryker raises his fists, eyes blazing with fury. “She’s ours. Registered.”
“Bullshit. You’ve had her here this whole time, haven’t you? That’s why you three stopped looking for the Omegas.” His lip pulls up into a snarl. “Whatever you think you have, it’s null and void.”
“Fuck you,” I snap back, my protective instincts flaring.
The three men circle us, but I welcome the challenge. Easy odds. I could take two of them, three if I had to.
“Guys, I don’t want you hurt because of me,” Kayla whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
“Then come with us, Omega,” the weasel-faced leader says, and I want to punch that smug look off his face.
“Never gonna happen.” Ryker’s shoulders hunch, his hands curled into fists.
The weasel takes a step closer to me, invading my personal space.
“Back the hell off,” I growl, my voice low and threatening.
From the side, one of the Nexus goons lunges at me, but I sidestep him, my fist connecting with his jaw in a satisfying crunch.
“Kayla, stay behind us,” Liam’s order is sharp as he parries another attacker, his movements precise and lethal.
“Touch her, and you’re dead.” Ryker disables the third man with a swift, powerful kick to the knee.
The guy lets out a whining scream, falling on the kitchen floor, and cradling his knee to his chest.
But suddenly, sirens sound in the distance, growing louder by the second. And in my gut, I know they’re here for Kayla.
“Get her out of here,” I yell. “I’ll take these three.”
