Page 91 of Pack Owned
“Whatever it takes.” She nods. “I’m tired of hiding.”
Quickly, I tap a cryptic message to Charlie, just in case. The weight of this responsibility settles on my shoulders. If we can do this under the radar, that’s good. No way we want to take this to court where it can be proven we lied to Nexus officials. Whatever happens, we’re in this together and I’ll be damned if I let Nexus take Kayla from us.
“Thank you,” Kayla murmurs, her dark blue eyes meeting mine, and something fierce and protective wells up within me. She’s our Omega, and I’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe.
Kayla
Liam and Ryker head upstairs to the office while I help Dane put away the groceries that are for the pantry.
Can’t believe I found my Alphas and all three of them are wonderful. Part of me worries that something will screw this up since I’ve never been this happy in a long time. But I squash those feelings down because I can’t change anything that’s going to happen. Still doesn’t keep the butterflies of excitement and anxiety from crashing into the walls of my stomach.
Dane checks his cell phone when it vibrates, then shakes his head, putting it back in his pocket. “Don’t worry, Charlie will text me back.”
I nod even though my heart squeezes. What if his friend refuses to do the registration paperwork for us?
No, I need to keep busy and not worry about that. I keep unloading the groceries. In the next bag, I pull out two lipsticks, then glance in the back and find a handful more and my heart swells.
“Did you buy out the whole store?” I ask with a smirk, holding up several of the lipsticks.
“Could’ve warned me that there were so many shades.” He puts up a bag of pasta. “But none of them had your Dessert Rose one,” he says like he’s upset that he couldn’t find what I asked for.
“These are perfect.” I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
Being this close, the scent of him—cedar and cinnamon—hits me. My body reacts before my brain can catch up, heat unfurling inside me with alarming intensity. A gasp escapes my lips, loud in the quiet kitchen.
“Kayla? What’s wrong?” His dark eyes search mine.
“It’s just my—” The words are strangled by my panting breaths, each one sharper as the heat demands attention. It’s like when I was alone with Ryker. My heat is happening all over again, but this is different, stronger. Primal. I’d thought it was bad then, but this is a wildfire.
“Your heat?” Dane guesses, his brow wrinkling.
I nod, squeezing my thighs together in a futile attempt to quell my rising desire. It’s no use; my body remembers the relief Ryker provided, craves that release again, now more urgent, more desperate.
Dane reaches out, his hand warm on my shoulder, trying to be supportive. But God, his touch is gasoline to the flame. Heat radiates off me in waves, and I can’t control the impulse that has me practically tackling into his solid body so hard we crash into the pantry. A shower of cans clatters to the floor.
“Kayla,” he starts, but I silence him with my mouth, crushing my lips to his with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt.
He kisses me back, his lips moving with a tenderness that contrasts with the raw hunger ripping through me.
Dane’s being a gentleman, letting me set the pace, but hell if I want gentle right now.
I rasp against his mouth, and guide his hand to my breast, needing his touch like I need air.
A groan vibrates from his throat, a sound so achingly male that it seems to resonate directly between my legs. My panties might as well be nonexistent for how wet I am.
“Kayla, you’re burning up,” he murmurs, breaking away just enough to look into my eyes. His pupils are blown wide with desire, and I know he feels it too, this magnetic pull that’s impossible to resist.
“Then burn with me,” I whisper, the world narrowing down to the man in front of me, the only one who can quench this searing need right here, right now.
His hands move to my shirt, lifting it with a swift, decisive motion. The fabric catches on my heated skin, sticking slightly before it gives way, and the cool air of the kitchen blows across my stomach. But it’s not enough, not nearly enough.
“Off,” I gasp, and Dane complies, his fingers deft as he peels the damp material all the way off me. Then his attention shifts downward, and I shiver as he unhooks my bra with an ease.
The moment his mouth closes over my nipple, heat coils tighter within me. His tongue swirls, and a moan slips from my lips. He lavishes the same attention on the other, and I’m lost in the sensation, every lick and nip stoking the flames higher.
“Dane...” My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take more of me. It’s not just lust; it’s something primal, a need clawing at my insides demanding satisfaction.
The intensity of my heat spikes again, surging through me with a ferocity that has my legs shaking. I press against him, desperate for friction, for anything to alleviate this relentless ache.
