Page 90 of Pack Obsession

But I’m barely hearing him because the guard’s hands are still on Casey’s waist, and every Alpha instinct I possess is screaming to put him down. I can picture exactly how it would feel to cross the street and tear those fingers off one by one.

“Logan.” Axel’s voice cuts through the red haze. “Cool your jets. Your breathing’s gone feral. It’s all play.”

“Easy for you to say,” I growl. “You’re not watching some random Alpha put his hands all over?—”

“Lower your heart rate,” Nash interrupts smoothly. “I’m approaching the office now. We need you focused.”

Casey chooses that moment to straighten, flashing the guard a brilliant smile that I know isn’t even close to her real one. “I think I’m okay now. Thank you so much for your help!”

“Wait!” the guard calls as she turns away, and I can hear the interest in his voice. Fucker! “Let me give you my number in case you need anything else...”

“Oh, I’ll give you a number,” I mutter darkly. “Right up your?—”

“Focus,” Nash cuts in. “I’m accessing the office. No one’s at work yet up here. Five minutes.”

Casey’s already moving away, that subtle limp still in place. The moment she disappears into the shadowed alley where I’m waiting, something snaps in my chest. I grab her waist, spinning her against the brick wall, and crush my mouth to hers. She tastes like cherry lip gloss, victory, and mine.

“You have no idea what it did to me watching that fucker touch you,” I growl against her lips. “His hands on your waist?—”

“It’s all fake,” she pants, but her fingers are twisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed. “Though I really, really like this jealous side of you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Control.”

I tap my earpiece, already pulling her deeper into the shadows. “Axel, you’re on point and ready for distraction when Nash is ready?”

Through the comms, I hear the soft rustle of tactical gear and the distinct click of what I know to be his modified flash-bangs—those custom jobs he’d shown us during prep, the ones that would give the guards something more interesting to be distracted by. They’re practically fireworks that make a bang.

“Yes, in position.”

Casey giggles near me.

Axel groans. “Wait, where are you two?—”

“I’m here, listening. Keep me posted.” I chuckle, leading Casey toward the abandoned parking building I’d noted during recon. The security cameras there have been dead for months, and no one uses them.

“Fuck, you’ve got Casey with you, don’t you, asshole? I can hear everything, you know.” Axel’s voice carries equal parts amusement and envy. “This is not standard mission protocol.”

“Consider it a performance bonus,” I say as Casey presses herself against me, her hands already working at my shirt buttons.

“Fuck you for teasing us!” Nash murmurs.

Looking down at her flushed face and those bright eyes, I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly she fits into our world. Not just the job, but all of it. The way she thinks, moves, adapts.

“You were incredible out there,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. “So perfect. Not just the act—though that was flawless—but the way you handle yourself, how quick you think on your feet.” My hands slide down to her hips, grippingpossessively and pulling up handfuls of her skirt. “Makes me crazy in all the best ways. Makes me want to show you exactly what watching you out there did to me.”

Her answering smile is wicked as she turns away from me, hands on the wall, bending forward. “So, show me.”

Fuck! I push her skirt up to her waist, revealing her gorgeous ass, legs spread. I peel back her thong, needing it gone. In my rush, I snap it, and it falls away, but I’m already unzipping my pants.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I’ve been a really bad girl,” she teases, staring at me over her shoulder, her ass wiggling. My gaze drops to her swollen pussy, her sex scent strong… I slap her rear, and she moans, so I go again, but this time aiming between her thighs. Fuck, she’s so wet.

“Hey.” She stiffens and glances back. “Did you just slap my pussy?”

Smirking, I grip her hips more harshly now, my cock poised and pushing toward her entrance.

“You just admitted to needing a spanking.”

I drive into her, unable to wait. She cries out, and fuck, but I love that sound.

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