Page 110 of Pack Owned
“God, don’t stop,” she pleads, nails digging deeper, and I can feel the sting, the perfect edge of pain that borders pleasure.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I growl, voice rough as gravel as I claim her over and over.
Her scream rips through the library. Kayla’s body convulses beneath me, her inner walls clamping down like a vise in rhythmic spasms that drag a guttural groan from the depths of my chest.
“Kayla.” Pressure builds at the base of my cock.
I’m teetering on the brink, fighting for control, but it’s her—the way she looks at me, all dark blue eyes and tousled dark blonde hair—that sends me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes into me with the force of a goddamn freight train. I’m knotting inside her, locking us together, and it feels like every damn cell in my body is exploding in white-hot ecstasy.
Cock swelling, expanding, filling her up, and keeping us together.
“Shit... Kayla...” It’s all I can manage, the sensation of my release filling her to the brim is overwhelming. My heart’s hammering against my ribs, and there’s this searing pleasure that’s almost too much. It’s like being consumed by flames, only the burn is one you never want to extinguish.
“Ryker...” she breathes, and I can feel her hands on me, grounding me as I shudder with the aftershocks of our climax.
“Christ,” I mutter sounding like I’ve just gone ten rounds in a cage fight and come out the other side victorious.
Holding most of my weight on my forearms, I lean over her, my knot keeping us connected.
The seismic tremors of our release still ricochet through my core. I’m floating and sinking all at once, treading the line between insatiable hunger and complete satiation.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. My arms quiver with the strain, muscles screaming for a reprieve, but I’ll be damned if I let her feel anything less than cherished.
With a grunt, I summon what’s left of my strength and shift us. We roll, her body flush against mine, and I feel her gasp a little when we settle on our sides. There’s a thrill, knowing I’m still buried deep inside her, that knot of mine keeping us tethered together. It’s like some carnal part of me roars in triumph – she’s not going anywhere, not now, not ever.
“Ryker...God, that was amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I press a kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat.
The world outside this room, with its fucked-up rules and the constant threat of losing everything, it fades to a dull murmur. Here, now, nothing else matters but the rhythm of her heart against my chest and the way our bodies refuse to untangle.
My chest heaves, each breath laced with the aftershocks that still ripple through us. I press my face into her hair, breathing inthe scent that’s all her – jasmine and vanilla, a hint of something wild that’s uniquely Omega.
I’m still reeling from the tempest that just tore through us, our bodies entwined, when Dane’s voice slices through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. “How about I get some chow for us?” His tone is light, but there’s an undercurrent of hunger that has nothing to do with food.
Kayla’s contented sigh shifts into a small chuckle, her body warm against mine. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Her stomach rumbles and she blushes.
“Be right back.” Dane’s footfalls are swift as he heads downstairs.
I can’t help but chuckle myself because if I were in his shoes, I’d be scrambling too, fixing whatever I could find at breakneck speed just to return to this room, to her.
Liam drinks water, watching us from hooded eyelids. I know he’s gotta be as tired as I am from keeping our little Omega satisfied.
My mind drifts to thoughts I usually keep caged—about how close I came to fucking everything up. There was a moment, a dark one, where I considered pushing Kayla away, where I thought about the bounty money more than the woman who lay beneath me.
But goddamn, she blindsided me. She wasn’t just some Omega; she was ours. Her fire, her spirit—it slipped past every defense I had.
Now here I am, my knot swollen and throbbing inside her, unable to deny the truth that’s been burning through my veins since I first laid eyes on her.
Can’t run from it anymore - she’s under my skin, in my blood. Since day one, she’s clawed her way into places I swore were off-limits. My heart. My goddamn soul.
Thinking about her not being around... it’s like staring into a black hole. Empty. Cold. There’s no fucking coming back from that.
The library feels smaller somehow, the air thicker, as I wrestle with the fact that I nearly let her go for a stack of cash. But that was before I knew. Before I understood that some things—you can’t put a price on. And Kayla, she’s fucking priceless.
The soft rhythm of Kayla’s breathing has me relaxing a bit more.
