Page 79 of Pack Obsession

A low chuckle vibrates in his chest, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

“But you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Dripping wet, begging for me. It’s driving me crazy.”

With his fingers free from me and me shaking, needing him back in me, he gently but firmly turns me, my back to him, and I brace my hands on the smooth tile of the hot tub’s edge. His hand slides up my back, sending goosebumps rippling as he forces me to bend over. My ass in the air, half in the water, Axel spreads my legs with his hand on my inner thighs.

Heat pulses through me.

My hands white-knuckle the edge, as if bracing against the onslaught of sensation. Every nerve ending seems to be screaming, each pulse of heat a reminder of the void he left within me. I shift slightly, trying to find some sort of relief, but the movement only intensifies the ache, the yearning for him to fill that empty space once more.

“The view from here is spectacular.” His fingers trace my spread pussy, and my breath hitches, coming in shallow, ragged gasps that echo in the steamy air.

“Such a pretty little hole for me.”

“You’re teasing is making me wild.” My skin is on fire, hypersensitive to every touch, every breath of his. I rock my hips.

“Easy,” he murmurs in a husky growl that sends tremors through me. “You’re so responsive. So… eager.” The possessiveness in his tone, the knowledge that he’s fully aware of my body’s desperate cries, only adds to the intensity of the heat.

I bite my lip, desperate to keep from crying out, to maintain some semblance of composure, but it’s a losing battle. The overwhelming need is like a tidal wave threatening to drown me.

“Open for me,” he whispers, his cock nudging at my entrance.

I shake, my body burning up, so desperate to have him inside me. My body’s a slave to this heat, to the overwhelming need that seizes me.

He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound that sends a fresh wave of shivers cascading through me. “Good girl,” he breathes, his words like a caress against my skin. The ache is becoming unbearable. My hips tilt involuntarily, drawn by the primal urge to take him into me deeper and deeper, to find some relief from this agonizing need.

“Axel, you’re killing me. Please fuck me.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He drives into me, so fucking big that I scream, unsure I was prepared for him. I begged for it, but he’s a damn stallion, and I’m tiny compared to him… yet he’s in there so deep that I can barely breathe. Hands on my hips, he doesn’t seem to notice as he growls and starts fucking me.

“So stunning,” he says. “I am going to enjoy plunging in your little pussy over and over, knotting it, stretching it. Are you ready for me?”

I try to speak, but only a moan spills out as I hold on for dear life, my body rocking back and forth while this mountain of a man destroys my pussy in the best possible way.

Logan

The fist connects with my ribs, stealing my breath, but I swing a fist into the fucker, smashing his face in. Swinging the blade with my other hand, I catch another guy in the throat. Blood, choking. Fucking asshole!

“Behind you!” I manage to choke out toward Nash as Julian raises a chair to slam into his back. In that same heartbeat, Ihurl my blade at the fucker, and with his movements, I catch him right in the arms. He howls like a baby, the chair dropping from his grip, which does the trick. But Nash is drowning under three men.

A blur of motion, I vault over the fallen man, my body moving on pure instinct. My boot finds one man’s back with a satisfying shove—the crack of breaking bone sounds as he collapses, howling in agony. No time to savor it, I pivot, driving my elbow into another’s temple, feeling the impact reverberate up my arm as he drops.

“I had it under control,” Nash grunts from where he’s still wrestling with the guard over the gun. Always the stubborn one.

“Sure you did.” I move to help, grabbing the guard’s gun hand. I twist until I feel the tendons strain and pop beneath my grip, the weapon clattering to the ground. Nash ends it with a headbutt that drops the man like a stone.

I twist around to see the guards groaning on the floor, bleeding. I’m fucking tired of this shit. I march over to Julian, leaning on the wall, attempting to pry free the blade rammed into the back of his bicep.

Nash straightens what’s left of his shirt, somehow managing to look like he just stepped out of a business meeting rather than a brawl. Show-off.

“We should finish this. More will be coming.”

My focus is that damn idiot who started all of his.

He sees me coming and backs away but has nowhere to go… He’s got blood everywhere on him and the wall, but he jumps at me like a damn wild cat, and I take him on.

We go down in a tangle of limbs. Julian fights dirty, clawing at my face, trying to gouge my eyes. I catch his wrist and twist until something snaps. His scream of pain is satisfying but short-lived because suddenly, there’s white-hot agony on my side.

Another knife he must have forgotten.

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