Page 128 of Omega for the Pack

“How far away is it?”

“We’ll be there in a couple of hours,” I said. “Why do you have so many suitcases?”

“My entire life is in those suitcases. I’m not happy how your men just threw it in,” she said.

Oh.That’s why she was pouting.

“Well, it’s too late now,” I said. “No need to throw a tantrum.”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum,” she huffed. “An apology for one would help.”

Was this princess giving me orders?

“Let me tell you something, princess,” I said in a low voice in her ear. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her in closer, squeezing her onto my cock. “I don’t take well at being ordered around.”

Her breathing deepened, and I could see the side of her face flush pink.

“I can tell,” she said, not backing down at all.

Okay, so she wanted to play.

“Do you feel that underneath your ass? The hard stick?”

The color on her face deepened to my satisfaction. The truck shook, going over some gravel, and her bottom bounced on my cock, causing it to harden some more and get even bigger.

I was starting to like this little princess.

“Can I sit somewhere else?” she asked, squirming as I felt her scent getting stronger with arousal.

“Oh no, you’re sitting right here, little princess,” I said, positioning her directly over my cock again.

“Why don’t you just let me go and leave my people alone?”

I pressed my hand against her waist, the soft fabric of her dress between my fingers as I held her tighter.

“It’s not happening,” I said. “You’re my wife now, and you better start acting like it.”

The truth was, I wanted my people to stop getting attacked viciously by the secret militia of the Royal Pack. She had no idea what was going on outside of the palace walls besides playing with makeup all day.

“I want to sit with Luke,” she said stubbornly.

I laughed softly. She was a brat, but she turned me on in such a way she couldn’t imagine.

“I’m the pack leader, and I decide what’s happening to you,” I said. “For now, you will sit here on my lap until the end of the trip. Unless you want my cock inside of you right now?”

“No,” she burst out. And she kept quiet after that. My face cracked into a wide smile.

After a few minutes, I felt her head press against my chest as she slept. Her body was relaxed and pliant against mine in her sleep. My hand inched up her waist. I was dying to cup her ripe, perky breast. It was so soft and so juicy.

I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight, and she gasped, waking up.

“It’s just me,” I said.

“I know it’s you. Who else could it be?” she asked sarcastically.

I smelled her scent of desire wafting to my nose.

“Do you like it when I touch you?”

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