Page 27 of Pack to the Wall

Brutus shrugged. “Dad’s old.” And apparently that was all he had to say about that. “So I get to be a wolf all the time. I just need to protect the boy? Sounds easy enough. Done!” And he stripped and shifted, right there in the driveway.

I sighed, hoping none of the neighbors had seen that. Then I collected his things and opened the side door for him, escorting him to Jane’s room. Rita came along a few moments later.

We sorted everything out and got the kids to their rooms. Rita was already dictating rules to Izzy. Somehow, I didn’t think that was going to go over well. Milo was scratching Brutus behind an ear. Brutus growled, but only for a moment before tilting his head into the scratch and huffing his contentment. That pairing just might work.

“What now?” Jane asked as I heard her car pulling into her lane.

“Bronn’s back with food,” I said. A trace of disappointment shifted across her features.

She’d wanted time alone with me. I knew because I wanted the same thing.

Although a part of me was worried. She’d changed into more comfortable clothes before her talk with her kids, and even just watching her now, with no make-up, hair mussed up, and in her sweats, I wanted her.

I wanted to tear off her clothes, turn her over, sniff her sweet pussy, then ram my rock-hard cock into that pussy and drive her mad with pleasure. And I was fairly certain a part of her wanted the same thing. I smelled it on her, the faint whiff of arousal under the constant scent of grass and sun, still covered a little by her lavender perfume. My need to mate her, make her mine, had been growing all day, a pull which was harder and harder to resist.

“I guess we should help him, and for a crew this big we might as well start supper now, it’s going to take a bit of prep.” She rose and glided over to me. I was blocking the doorway and didn’t move.

She put a hand on my chest, not with any strength, not trying to move me, but needing that contact as much as I did. Her hand slid over my shirt, under my cut, feeling the hills of my muscles. Even just this, her palm over my shirt, made my heart thunder, my body swell with heat.

That hand slid up to my neck, below my ear, as she took another half step, and the fabric of her sweatshirt, pulled taut over her full bust, brushed against me.

She gasped, her arousal spiking. Mine immediately followed suit once I smelled sex on her. I couldn’t help it and I pushed my hips in a little, letting her feel the rigidity of my erection against her belly.

“I…” she whispered, her breath ragged.

Just seeing the flush on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest, the dilation of her eyes, made me go mad for just a moment. I grabbed her waist and pivoted with her, pinning her against the wall just inside her room. My hand came to her chin tilting it up as my lips descended to claim her mouth. Her hand on my neck pulled me down, and she opened to me, lips and body, her legs parting just a little.

I pushed one leg in closer, crushing against the heated apex of her thighs, and my tongue dove into her mouth, dominating it, seeking every wet corner.

The soft moan that escaped her resonated in my very soul as I rocked my shaft against her belly. I wanted to be inside her, sheathed in her wet warmth, urging her to untold heights of passion. My cock ached for it, painfully hard.

And she wanted it too, given how her hands slid under my shirt and her fingers dug into my sides to urge me closer. Herleg hitched, her thigh pressing up outside of mine, and my leg, pressed to her core, felt her pussy pulse with growing heat.

My hand on her chin slid down to crush against the fullness of her breast. There was too much fabric between us, but still she gasped into my mouth at my touch. Then I slid my other hand down into the waistband of her sweatpants, feeling the silky fabric of her panties as I sought deeper. I dug my fingers into the softness of her ass, gripping her tight and hearing her whine of aroused approval.

Gods, I was losing it. I shifted my leg back a bit, so I could slide the hand in her pants around to her pussy. I was still over her panties, but when my fingers brushed over the soaked fabric covering her slit, she practically vibrated with desperate need.

This was it. We’d gone too far. We were going to fuck right here, right now. We were both desperately tearing at our clothes when?—

Colt cleared his throat a bit too loudly on the other side of the bedroom door. “Ah, Bronn’s back?” he said firmly.

His words broke the moment. It took every ounce of restraint I had, but I pulled back from Jane, panting hard. Her chest was rising and falling with equal intensity and for a moment it was all I could see. Then I tore my gaze away to focus on anything but her.

“Ah… yes,” Jane said. “Thanks Colt.” She reached out again, but this time didn’t touch me. Her hand curled into a fist as she whispered, “Later?”

Her whispered question echoed what I’d said to her after our first kiss, when she’d confirmed me as her beta, but she didn’t sound entirely certain. I could understand that. She’d only known me a few hours but our fated nature was bringing us together far faster than either of us was ready for.

“Promise,” I repeated what she’d said to me earlier.

She nodded and we both straightened ourselves up then made our way out to help Bronn with the large load of groceries.

Dinner wasboth raucous and quiet. Just the noise of everyone eating was nearly overwhelming. We devoured a stack of steaks, a small mountain of baked potatoes and some corn, but no one spoke.

Afterward, Kira organized the clean-up. Her eyes directed me to take care of my alpha and I did… but after what had happened between us when Bronn got back, I was reconsidering my plans for the evening.

We retreated to her room. This time Bronn stood guard outside while Colt helped keep the peace otherwise. I closed the door and leaned against it. Jane quickly made her way to the far side of the room, behind the bed. If she felt like I did with every nerve-ending on fire, that might explain why she’d gone so far away, and why she began pacing.

“That supper must have cost a fortune,” she said. The words were meaningless, just filler.

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