Page 64 of Pack Plus Three

My teeth ached with the familiar urge to bite that sweet spot under her jaw.

Soon.

Wetness seeped through my boxers, her slick having soaked through both layers of fabric.

“Feeling a little needy?” I asked huskily, enjoying the way her face flushed as she gave me a small nod, her eyes burning into mine. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I asked, sitting up to capture her lips in mine.

Hands pushed against my pecs. “Morning breath,” she muttered, “let me brush first.”

Laughing, I pulled her back to me before she could scramble off my lap, kissing her until she was a whimpering mess, grinding down on me and desperately seeking that sweet friction.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I declared against her lips. “You happen to taste amazing to me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away completely, letting me lavish my attention on her. My hands on her hips rubbed small circles as I claimed every inch of her mouth.

“This is fun and all,” she mumbled against my lips, “but if you don’t make me come soon, I will explode.”

At her pout, I nipped at her protruding bottom lip with a grin of my own. My omega was getting needy for me, and that made my chest burst with pride.

Lavishing kisses on her neck, my hands found the buttons of her doughnut pajamas, and I thanked the gods that she had chosen a button-down to sleep in. It made deftly undoing it with one hand, while the other remained on her hip, holding her firmly to me as her scent bloomed around us, possible.

She cried out as my fingers found her nipple, giving it a gentle tug. “Holy fuck,” she whimpered. “So sensitive.”

“Good to know.” I smirked, tugging on the nipple again, only to be rewarded with a wave of her arousal soaking my cloth-covered cock.

Daisy stilled for a moment, pulling back. Her chest heaved as she panted, her face a delicious, flushed shade. “Are we going to...” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“If it feels right,” I said, running my hands up and down her upper arms. “If you want to bite me, I’ll happily bite back. I'll let you take the lead on this one, Duckie. Remember, I want it, but only when you’re ready for it, okay?”

A glimmer of doubt flickered in her eyes before she resolved herself and leaned in to kiss me again. I wanted nothing more than to claim her, to rut my omega and fill her with my cum.

Instead of saying anything, she let her hands do the talking. Reaching down and thrusting her hand into my boxers, she pulled out my cock and looked down at it appreciatively as her hand glided up and down the length. The hungry look in her eyes had me wanting to rip the scrap of fabric from her body and bury myself in her immediately.

I groaned. “I should keep you here all day.”

“You think you can last all day?” Her eyes lit up as she laughed. “That’s impressive, but I’m pretty sure I would pass out after two hours.”

“We could put that to the test,” I said, raising my eyebrow. It was impossible to keep my voice even with her hand on me. Every touch sent electric shocks up my spine, and I was on the edge.

Daisy snorted lightly. “Please. You would freak out the second I passed out!”

I frowned. “You’re right... I guess we will have to table that idea for a few months, then.”

“In the meantime, how about you let me have my fun?” she asked, shuffling back, leaning down to lick me from base to tip. The small touch set my body on fire, and I nearly leapt off the bed with the intensity of it.

I let her have her fun—greatly enjoying it myself for a few seconds before gently pulling her up. “How about you sit on my face and let me have my fun?” I asked in a gravelly voice.

“I’ll squash you!” she cried.

“Quiet, omega,” I growled, hoisting her over, so her pussy was inches away from my face. Her hand reached out, grabbing the headboard to balance herself as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, the damp fabric of her shorts so close to my face, tempting me with that potent baked-goods aroma.

The offending scrap of fabric was easily tugged to the side, exposing her slick pussy to me. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” I murmured before diving in and feasting like a starving man.

Every time, she tasted better than the last. I focused my attention on her clit, teasing it slowly before increasing my pace, sending her quickly over the edge. Her thighs clamped down around my face, my hands clenching down on her thighs so hard, I was probably going to leave bruises.

I lessened my grip ever so slightly. Even though the idea of marking her made my alpha growl in pride, she was rather fragile.

Daisy spasmed a few more times as I slowly licked every sweet drop of release from her lips. Once she was well and truly wrung out, her hand came to rest on my head, tangling in my hair as she panted. “You need to come with a warning sign.”

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