Page 33 of Pack Plus Three

Daisy looked up at me, appearing so conflicted. How could I let this woman know that I would give her the world if she let me? In my attempts to avoid coming on too strong, had I failed to make my intentions clear? I’d stated several times, very obviously, that I intended to court her.

“You want to?” Daisy asked, her nose scrunched up in confusion.

“Talk to me—why not? Do you think I wouldn't want to take care of you?”

“I've never had anyone do that before,” she admitted in a small voice.

Was she being serious? I fully understood that the man who had impregnated her and fled was a complete douchebag and was probably a selfish asshole, but I hadn't expected all of her past lovers to be so inconsiderate. She was beautiful and an omega. Surely that would have attracted her to some of the best men out there?

I guess it was up to me to show her a better way.

“Trust me, if you give me the opportunity to make you feel better, I will feel ten feet tall. I don't need to orgasm myself to be a very happy guy. Just making you feel better is more than enough pleasure. Trust me, it is not a chore.” I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You smell so fucking delicious that I have been dying for a taste since the day I met you.”

She squeaked when I said that, her eyes widening almost comically. “I mean...maybe? I don't know.”

“Do you want to? That's what matters.”

She nodded. “I do. I do want to. I just don't know if I should,” she admitted with a frown.

“Why shouldn't you?”

“It's not . . . proper?”

“Fuck proper,” I growled, leaning forward and taking her lips in mine. Now that she'd let me know she wanted it but was just a bit insecure, all bets were off.

I was going to make her come harder than she had in years.

And I was going to love every second of it.

My mouth never leaving hers, I let my hands slide up the skirt of her dress, enjoying the feel of the silky-smooth skin underneath my fingers.

Her scent bloomed, almost choking me—what a way to go that would be.

My fingers slid into her underwear, and I couldn’t resist groaning as my fingers encountered her wetness. She was drenched, and part of that was because of me.

As I rubbed her clit in slow, leisurely circles, she writhed at my touch. She was so amped up, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Pulling back, I took in her flushed face, the hazy look, pupils blown.

Fuck, she’s never been so beautiful.

Flashing a grin, I held her eyes as I sank to my knees, which happened to be the perfect height to see her underwear, drenched with her need.

“Well, these aren’t needed, lovely as they are,” I muttered, before ripping them from her body, making her gasp, but she didn’t complain.

Part of me wanted to just sit there for ages, staring at her. It’s her fault for being so damn beautiful. But I knew it was making her uncomfortable, so instead, I just dove in and ate like a starving man.

The sweetest flavor burst across my tongue, and I couldn't help but moan with the sheer pleasure of it. Hands flew to my hair and fisted, pulling and making me that much more on edge.

Using one hand, I slid my fingers deep inside, meeting zero resistance, thanks to her wetness. I found that sweet spot inside of her that made her scream as I rubbed it while sucking lightly on her clit.

Her thighs on either side of me started to shake as she got closer. Clearly, she'd been on edge for a while.

Never again. Anytime she needed a release, I would be a willing, happy outlet for her to use.

It only took seconds after I started sucking harder on her, fingers increasing in pace, for her to explode with release. My face was covered in her juices as she gushed. And I was so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised if my jeans broke from the sheer strength of my cock’s desperation to be buried in that wet warmth.

“Jeremy!” Daisy panted as she came, her body trembling violently with the intensity of her release.

---