Page 92 of Pack Owned
“Please,” I plead, and Dane responds as though my words are a command.
Lifting me effortlessly, he cradles me against his chest—my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking us together. My lips find his, and I kiss him with everything I am, all my fears and desires melting into this single, consuming moment.
As he carries me, each step he takes sends shockwaves of anticipation through me. “Dane,” I pant between kisses, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
I’m clinging to him, the heat within me growing more and more intense.
“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice full of impatience and need as the throbbing between my legs intensifies.
“My bedroom.” Dane’s answer is a growl that resonates deep within me.
“That’s too far,” I protest, my breath hitching. I nibble on his earlobe, a desperate whine vibrating in my throat. “And I’m so hot, Dane.”
“Yes, you fucking are, Kayla.” With a swift motion, his foot connects with the door of one of the guest bedrooms, sending it flying open. He strides in, the door left ajar behind us. The thought of being caught sends an illicit thrill through my veins, pushing me further into this madness. Is this who I am now? A sex-crazed fiend?
I’m burning up from the inside, and every cell in my body screams for relief. Dane sets me down, and our hands fumble with clothing, urgency making us clumsy. My pants fall to the floor, and he swiftly peels away my panties.
Impatient, I reach for his shirt, but he’s quicker, shedding his clothes in a rush of movement. Here we stand naked in the dim light of his room. Dane’s body is a landscape of hard muscle and battle-won scars—a testament to his strength and his past.
“Wars?” My fingertips ghost over a star-shaped scar on his lower abs. And his cock is hard and standing at attention, ready for me. I want to taste him, but also the need to have him inside me is nearly making me dizzy.
“Yeah.” His voice comes out strained like the memory brings both pride and pain. The rough timbre of it nearly buckles my knees.
As though he can’t wait another second, his mouth crashes against mine, and we’re lost in each other.
I arch into him, craving more—more heat, more contact, more... everything.
“Dane,” I breathe against his lips, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingers. His hands explore my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Right now, there’s only the two of us, and this heat, this hunger.
Dane’s mouth leaves mine only to travel down my body, his cool lips pressing against my heated skin. The roughness of his stubble grazes my soft flesh, and goosebumps break out acrossmy arms. He lays me down on the bed and I can’t help but squirm with anticipation under his intense gaze.
His mouth is closer now, kissing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I shiver, feeling the warm puff of his breath against me.
“Kayla, you smell delicious,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. It’s a compliment that has heat coiling tighter within me, and my heart thumps erratically against my ribcage.
When he finally touches me where I’m most desperate, it’s like a lightning strike straight to my core. Dane’s tongue circles my clit, slowly at first, then with a purpose that has my back arching off the bed. His lips suck gently, then more insistently, and I can’t stop the moans spilling from my throat, raw and needy.
I need more pressure, more of him, just more. My hips lift off the bed, seeking the friction his mouth provides but also craving something deeper.
He looks up at me through hooded eyes, and there’s a question in them. “Are you sure? You could still be sore.” His concern cuts through the haze of my desire, grounding me for a moment.
“I know.” My voice shakes with want. “But I-I need you.” I’m not lying; this isn’t just about physical need—it’s about needing him, every part of him, filling the hollow spaces inside me.
“I want you so fucking bad, Kayla.” Dane crawls up my body. His kisses leave a trail along my skin, marking me.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he says, reaching my mouth again, his kiss tender despite the urgency thrumming between us. His hard cock pressed against my leg makes it clear what he wants. I nod, my breath catching.
“I will,” I promise, knowing that any pain would be worth this—worth the feeling of having Dane inside me.
And to show him that I really do need this, need him, I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him like he’s the air I need to breathe.
He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the slow push as he enters me. He’s careful, so damn careful, and it’s everything tender and sweet—a complete contrast to the wild desperation screaming inside me.
As he slides almost fully inside, there’s a slight resistance, a reminder of the first time, but it’s not bad, not like before. More of a dull ache.
