Page 76 of Pack Owned
“Fuck waiting,” I mutter under my breath, but it’s a lie. I’ll wait—as long as it fucking takes—because when it comes to her, to Kayla, I’m playing for keeps.
Her image fills my mind again—dark blonde hair splayed across the pillow, those deep blue eyes glazed with desire. My body reacts, hard and insistent, but it’s more than lust. It’s the primal need to claim, to soothe, to protect.
I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling the restless energy coursing through me. I want to taste her, lose myself in her heat, sink into her until we’re both spent, and there’s no room for anything but the bond that ties us together.
“Shit,” I curse softly. The night air does nothing to cool the fire she’s sparked within me, but I’ll stand guard over her, over this fragile thing we haven’t even begun to explore.
“Get it together, Liam,” I coach myself, knowing that control is everything. When the time comes, I’ll be ready. For Kayla, for whatever this wild, fucked-up destiny has in store for us.
Dane will fix her up, and when she’s healed, when she’s ready, I’ll be there—ready to stake my claim, ready to give her everything. She’s our Omega, my fated mate, and nothing, not even my own raging instincts, will keep me from her side.
“Fuck.” My breath forms clouds in the cool night air, each puff a visible echo of the storm raging inside me. My hands are tight fists in my pockets as I wrestle with the need clawing at my insides. She’s worth waiting for, worth every goddamn second of this torture. Because when she’s ready, when she heals, it’ll be my turn. My time to savor her, to hear those moans meant for me, to see her come apart beneath me. To taste her sweetness, to feel her clench around me, to sink into her warmth until she knows nothing but the name she screams…
“Kayla,” I whisper into the night like a vow. It’s not just sex. It’s destiny binding us together, and I’ll be damned if I let anything stand in the way of that… not even my own raging desire.
“Get ready, kittycat,” I murmur to the darkness. “I’m coming for you. And this time, I’m claiming that gorgeous mouth and that sweet pussy.”
Dane
The clang of the pestle against the mortar reverberates through my hands, which want to curl into fists at the muffled sounds that wriggle their way through the thick walls of the mansion’s kitchen. Dammit. I shove the earbuds deeper into my ears, the pounding beat of some rock anthem trying to drown out the moans and gasps that seep into me.
I grind the herbs with more force than necessary. The scent of lavender and chamomile rises up. It’s what I can do for her as the medic, as an Alpha who gives a damn about her wellbeing.
Next, I scoop the crushed herbs, now a fine powder, into a small muslin bag and tug the strings tight. Earlier, when she pressed her lips to my cheek in a ghost of a kiss in gratitude, or maybe something more, it nearly broke me.
“Kayla.” I close my eyes, briefly recalling the heat of her touch. I was so fucking proud that she could come to me, show me that sliver of trust she guards so fiercely.
Proud and fucked because, shit, I wanted to be the one beside her, guiding her through this rite of passage with tenderness and patience. Not just preparing remedies while she’s wrapped up in Ryker’s arms.
The earbuds are useless now; I rip them out, the silence of the kitchen only amplifying my heart pounding in my chest. I clench my jaw, willing my thoughts to stay on task—to focus on the care I need to provide, not the carnal desires tantalizing me.
Tonight, I’ll be the dutiful medic, the silent guardian. Tomorrow, who knows? But the truth remains—Kayla is our Omega, and I adore that we can be the ones to help her, to love her.
The door of my bedroom shuts behind me, but Kayla’s scent is everywhere. It’s like she’s here with me, her presence in the mansion pushing against the rigid discipline I’ve encased myself in.
I lean back against the cold wood, trying to ground myself, but her laughter rings out in my memory, clear and bright, laced with that sassy edge that tells you she’s seen more than her fair years would suggest.
God, the way she hides her fear under layers of bravado—it gets to me every time. Makes me want to tear through thosebarriers and show her that, with me, she doesn’t need to hide anything.
“Fuck,” I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut again as the image of her floods my senses—the curve of her lips, the half-shrouded fall of dark blonde hair that beckons my fingers to brush it aside and reveal the secrets in her deep blue eyes.
It’s too much. The tension coils tighter in my gut, a primal urge demanding release. My hand moves of its own accord, seeking relief in the only way it knows how without crossing lines that have been drawn by fate itself. The thought of her mouth—God, that mouth—on me, taking me in, sends a shudder rippling through my body.
My breaths come short and fast, each stroke fueled by the vivid fantasy playing out in the dark behind my closed eyelids. Her soft moans, the heat of her body as I imagine what it would be like to sink into her, to claim what the part of me that’s all Alpha recognizes as mine.
“Kayla.” Her name is a ragged groan that escapes my lips, but it’s not enough. It never is. There’s no escaping this hunger. With every pulse of pleasure, there’s an ache for something more, something deeper that can’t be sated by mere fantasies.
Doesn’t fucking matter that I’m an army vet or medic and have faced more enemies than I can count. Because here I am, undone by the mere thought of one woman—Kayla—my Omega, who may very well be my undoing, and goddamn, if part of me doesn’t crave the destruction she promises.
I grip my cock tighter, pumping my hand up and down my length, wishing it was her. Wishing her hot little mouth with her perfect pink lips was around me right now. How much I fucking want to make her come, sink myself balls deep into her hot pussy.
The climax hits me, muscles tensing, breath slamming into my throat. It’s an explosion of heat that rips through my core,leaving me gasping and shuddering her name. The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming, and for a moment, it obliterates everything else—every thought, every worry, every reality.
As the waves of release ebb away, I’m left feeling hollow, the emptiness inside me more profound than before. I roll onto my back, my chest heaving, staring up at the dark ceiling.
I should sleep—I need to sleep—but her sweet scent seems to linger in the air. I’m addicted like a fucking alcoholic, and it’s all I can do not to go into her bedroom right now.
No. Ryker’s with her. And that’s good, right? Because if she were alone—if Kayla were lying in her bed right now, her skin probably still flushed from their lovemaking, her body bare—I wouldn’t be able to trust myself to stay away.
