Page 61 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Again,” I gasped. “Please, god, fu?—”

He turned and bit the other wrist, sending me spiraling all over again, clamping down so hard on his cock his movements stuttered, and he moaned against my skin, bucking hard one more time before heat burst from the tip of him and his knot swelled between us. My eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as he overwhelmed everything.

“That’s my good girl, princess.” He licked my wrist. “Taking everything your alpha wants to give you. Your cunt feels like heaven.”

I whined when I regained the ability to breathe, my muscles twitching as I floated down from the high. Moving was still next to impossible with him holding me, but I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to try anyway. I focused instead on taking long, deep breaths while I trembled in his arms.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just…you’re a lot to take outside of a heat.” I wiggled, a moan sneaking out. My body was still getting used to knots.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The kiss he dropped to my upturned mouth was softer than I expected out of him. I sighed into it, scratching softly at his scalp and pulling him closer. He very carefully rearranged me so my legs could wrap around his waist in a more comfortable position. “Should I take you inside or do you want to stay out here for a while?”

Going inside felt like it might break the delicate spell we’d woven. “Out here.”

Amir carried me to a lounge chair, stealing the blanket from the chair I’d been reading on, and flipping it over us after he’d stretched out.

I plucked at the fabric of his shirt. “Off.”

His eyes gleamed. “Does that mean you’re taking off that nightgown too?”

I lifted my arms in response and he sat up, pulling it over my head and catching one of my nipples in his mouth the second it was bare. The sweep of his hands up my back pressed me closer. I’d thought he’d have had his fill, but he acted like a man starved for the taste of me.

My pussy went wild under the attention, squeezing his knot so hard I was right back to my desperate clinging. The quick snap of his teeth had me squeaking, the sharpness giving way to a warm ache, and he pulled away with eyes full of mischief. “I remember everything you liked during the heat.”

“I suppose it’s helpful that at least one of us does.” I traced the planes of his face, wondering what was going on inside his head.

But then I caught the scent of strawberries on him, faint but distinct, and I froze instantly. A growl leapt out of me.

Amir scrutinized me. “What’s wrong?”

“I can smell her on you.” Agony boiled in my chest. I had no claim on him except the scent match, but it hurt nonetheless. The mystery woman had been a hypothetical before I caught her scent, far easier to push out of my mind.

“We didn’t do anything.”

I believed him. Her scent would’ve been a lot stronger if they had. “Why did you go?”

Amir’s growl was low and smooth, raising the little hairs on my arms. I couldn’t go anywhere while he was knot-deep, and truthfully, I regretted asking as soon as the words had left my mouth.

“Because I had a whole life before you. She deserved an explanation. More than a text message that she was never going to see me again.”

I dropped my gaze, setting a palm on his chest and feeling the thunder of his heart against my hand. Desire for him still burned strongly in me, but mostly I wanted to sink my teeth into his skin so the whole world would know he was mine. I couldn’t do that until the next heat, and certainly not without his permission, but smelling another omega on him was turning my insides into a tangled mess. I followed the compulsion—not to bite, but still to claim him—and dragged my cheeks and wrists over his skin to scent mark anywhere I could reach, and he let me. It wouldn’t change anything, but it made me feel better at least.

“She’s a good person and she was a good friend,” he said softly. “I needed to see her, to know…”

“To know what?” I asked quietly, barely daring to form the words.

Amir let out a sigh, tracing his fingertips up my arm until he was cradling my throat, his thumb sweeping softly down the length of it. “To know how tight a grip you have on me. It doesn’t seem fair.”

It wasn’t fair, and I knew that, but instinct didn’t care about fair. “And what did you find?”

“I could barely make myself get to her door. I spent all of this week wanting to get your scent out of my head so I could think, and as soon as I did, the only thing I wanted was to breathe you in again.”

I stared into his dark eyes, and even in the dim light I could see the vulnerability there. It wrapped itself up with heat and anger. “I don’t want to keep you from her if she’s who you would rather be with.”

It was only a half truth. I didn’t want him to be with me only because he had to be. Would I be devastated by him pursuing another omega? Absolutely. But I wasn’t so cruel that I would stop him from pursuing someone else who already made him happy.

I had Kai and Diego, and they were wonderful, but this whole pack was mine, and I was theirs, even if it was fated and not choice. I’d had the luxury of my previous partner destroying everything before I’d scent matched this pack. What would I have done differently if my relationship had been intact and I’d met these alphas under other circumstances? I genuinely wasn’t sure, and I held on to that, trying to understand why he had gone to someone else.

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