Page 53 of Pack Plus Three

Jeremy groaned. “If you keep doing that, I’m not responsible for what happens,” he growled in a voice that made my core tighten and my nipples pebble—who knew a voice could do that? I certainly didn’t until I had Jeremy Monroe growling in my ear.

Pulling back slightly to look him dead in the eye, I maintained eye contact as I purposefully wiggled my hips again. The air probably stank of my arousal, but Jeremy had smelled that many times before, and I just didn’t have it in me to care.

“You’re asking for it,” Jeremy growled, his hands snaking under my sweater to palm my breasts as his lips found my neck, gently kissing and nipping at the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

“I really am.” I laughed lightly, reaching out to grab whatever part of him I could. It felt wrong to be doing this outside, but it was also thrilling.

Jeremy mumbled against my lips, like he had read my mind. “I think we should take this inside.”

“I think that’s a mighty fine idea,” I agreed.

Before I could even make an attempt to climb off of his lap, I was airborne. Carrying me bridal style, he practically ran toward the house, straight up the stairs, not stopping until he deposited me in the nest.

I was only alone for a split second before Jeremy was hovering over me, claiming my lips with his own, his calloused hands exploring every curve of my body as I moaned obscenely into his mouth.

It had been so long, and considering I’d never actually crossed the finishing line with Cole, it felt like I had never really had a good time in the bedroom.

Thanks to Jeremy, I’d had a damn good time in the kitchen, so I was quivering with excitement to see what his actions in the bedroom would hold for me.

Alpha. Mine. Bite! a small voice in the back of my mind screamed. My inner omega was a little needy...I needed to rein her in a bit.

Pregnancy was making everything more elevated, more sensitive.

Or that could have been Jeremy’s sheer sex appeal. I wasn’t sure which.

“Off,” I ordered, plucking at his shirt.

“Patience, omega,” Jeremy chided. I growled in response, and his eyes widened as a smile spread across his face.

Instead of responding verbally, I reached my hand down and thrust it inside his pants. Holy fuck, that’s a monster.

“Everything okay, Duckie?” he asked. I must have had my surprise written across my face.

“Yep, all good. Totally good. Fuck...” I started to slowly stroke up and down his length, and he hung his head, closing his eyes and groaning.

“You can’t keep doing that, or I’m going to make a mess all over your hand,” he said, but he didn’t make any attempts to move away.

Why did that sound so good? “Hmm, maybe another day,” I panted.

“Good idea,” he agreed as I pulled my hand away.

A cramp rippled across my midsection, a sickeningly familiar feeling. It had nothing to do with the pregnancy and everything to do with the heat spikes.

Jeremy's nostrils flattened as he took in the scent. “Is that...?”

“Slick? Yeah, it’s a spike,” I moaned. “It's your own fault for setting it off.”

“Well, I guess I better take care of it, then,” he said as I pulled his shirt over his head.

Sitting back on his haunches to give me enough space, he did the same to me, making quick work of getting my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me completely naked from the waist up.

“No bra?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“My tits have grown at least two sizes. Nothing fits anymore.” I shrugged.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Jeremy mumbled, his eyes firmly locked on my nipples. Leaning down, he captured one in his mouth, biting down lightly, startling me, but then the spike of pain ebbed into a low burn that had me on the edge before he had even touched my poor, neglected pussy.

“Off,” I instructed, pawing at his pants. Rising to my knees, I helped him remove both his pants and his boxers, the monster of a cock I had just been feeling springing free.

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