Page 80 of Pack Owned
A smirk tugs at my lips, watching for that blush, that telltale sign of the effect I have on her. I’m an Alpha; I don’t just protect—I possess. Every cell in my body screams that she’s mine, but there’s something about her that fucks with my instincts, makes me want to throttle anyone who’d dare look at her wrong, yet I want to hold her so gently that she forgets every goddamn scar life has etched onto her soul.
“Guess you’re stuck with my questionable company until Chef Dane serves up his gourmet masterpiece.”
Her laughter echoes off the tiles, and it’s the sweetest fucking melody.
“Water’s getting cool,” I murmur, my fingers skimming across the surface, sending ripples toward her. When my hand grazes her thigh, she shivers under my touch—so damn responsive.
“Let me help you out, dry you off.” My offer is a growl, low and laden with meaning.
Her eyes widen, just a fraction, before that stubborn chin of hers lifts. “I can manage.”
“Sure, you can,” I concede, but there’s no way in hell I’m stepping back now. “But you shouldn’t have to. Not when I’m right here.” Before she can protest, I lean in closer, my voice a seductive whisper. “I know you were a virgin, Kayla.”
She sucks in a breath, and that pretty pink blush I’ve come to crave blooms on her cheeks.
“How did you...”
“Figured it out,” I say, locking my gaze with hers. “But didn’t know for sure until you blushed like that. Fuck, it’s beautiful.”
A vulnerable flicker passes through those dark blue eyes, stirring something fierce in my chest.
“Look, I’m not about to try anything while you’re healing.” My words are gruff, sincere. “And even when you’re better, I won’t touch you until you beg for it, until you’re ready.” Fuck it all if I don’t look forward to that, and my cock agrees, hardening even more. “Until then, I can give you a massage or whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Her lips part slightly, and I can see her mind racing, contemplating the scope of that offer.
“Anything,” my tone turns gravely. “But for now, let me warm you up, ease those aches.” I’m straining against the leash of my self-control, but I’ll be damned if I don’t show her every shade of care she’s been denied. When it comes down to it, Kayla’s worth every ounce of restraint—and when she finally comes undone beneath me, it’ll be on her terms, her choice. That thought alone is enough to keep me from ravishing her... for now.
The bathwater gurgles down the drain as I help Kayla out, wrapping a massive, fluffy towel around her. This might be a mistake, considering I keep imagining tasting her, kissing her, but this is all her control. I’ll do whatever the fuck she wants as long as it doesn’t hurt her.
Carefully, I guide her to the bed.
“Face down.”
She complies, lying on her stomach, and the sight of her, vulnerable and expectant, has me holding back a groan. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
My fingers brush over her back, tracing the outline of muscles and bone. The sounds she makes—little whimpers of pleasure as I massage her—drive my cock into a hard, aching line. Fuck, this is torture.
“Mmm,” she hums, eyes closed, lost in the sensation.
I clench my teeth as I work out the knots in her upper back and shoulders. Her little noises hit me low and hard. Fuck.
“Does that feel good?” I rasp, fighting the groan lodged in my throat.
“Y-Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I lean down, my lips finding the nape of her neck, kissing her softly. It’s a taste of heaven. Her skin is warm beneath my mouth. She shifts, turning onto her side, and our lips meet—a collision of need and comfort. Her kiss is a fucking lifeline.
My hand instinctively moves down to her hip, but she tenses. I freeze, suddenly remembering.
“Still sore,” she gasps between kisses, each word laced with both pain and desire.
“Shh,” I soothe, stroking her hair. “Just being able to touch you, to kiss you... it’s enough.” And it is. It has to be. My body shouts for more, to take what my Alpha instincts crave, but I choke it down. Kayla, my Omega, deserves the choice. My cock can fucking wait.
I pull back, resisting the urge to press my lips to hers again, to devour her completely.
My hands glide over her skin, easing her back onto her stomach. I massage down her spine, my thumbs pressing into the tender flesh on her lower back, eliciting another moan from her lips.
“Better?” I question, hoping to distract myself from the throbbing need inside me.
