Page 19 of Pack Obsession

No. She’s here for protection. Nothing more. A temporary arrangement until we figure out how to handle Julian.

I head to my room, trying to keep my attention on work, on the job ahead… on anything except the Omega now sleeping down the hall, but her scent lingers in my nose, and her words echo in my head.

Choosing the monsters who might protect me...

The question is—can we protect her from ourselves?

And more importantly… do I even want to try? I told myself I wasn’t interested in her, in an Omega just yet. However, actions speak louder than words.

My room is down the hall—stark, cold, cool air blowing in from the open window. I kick off my boots, the soft thud barely registering. I can’t settle. I’m wired, buzzing. I pace to the window and stare at the forest cloaked in night.

Her face keeps flashing in my mind—those wide, dark eyes, those soft curves, lips I want to taste, breasts I want to suck. She’s a fucking distraction, all right, a weakness I hadn’t planned on.

I drop onto the bed like I’ve been shot, landing face-first in the pillow. It smells of laundry detergent and crisp cleanness. My eyes squeeze shut, but it doesn’t help. I can still see her, that soft skin, the way her waist tapers in, her scent heavy in my nostrils. She’s a fucking ghost haunting me.

A groan escapes my lips. I picture her again, her lashes dark, that slight tremble in her lips when I lingered too close to her. In her presence, it sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my cock. I’ve never been one for flowery thoughts, but she feels… different, like a goddamn drug, and I’m already craving another dose.

I roll onto my back and slide my hand down to my belt, unbuckling it. I push down my zipper, my breath jamming in my lungs as my heavy cock pops out. My pulse hammers against my temples. I close my eyes, the image of her becoming clearer,more vivid, like I can see her beneath my lids. I can almost taste her. I wrap my hand around my thick cock, palming it. I hiss….

"Fuck!" The friction ignites a fire.

I inhale faster, each intake a ragged tear in my control, picturing her naked, kneeling in front of me, deep-throating my dick. The mirror in front of my bed showing her bent over, her ass high, and her thighs spread, showing me her pink little pussy, glistening for me.

I shudder all over.

The blood rushes to my ears, a deep roar drowning out everything else. My grip tightens, my hand pumping faster.

I tense, muscles coiling tighter and tighter until I fucking burst.

"Casey," slips past my lips, followed by a guttural growl. I explode, a roar tearing from my throat as I come all over my damn hand.

I gasp for air, my vision blurry, my chest heaving. Even now, her image lingers, taunting me. I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling.

I didn’t expect this, didn’t want this.

I’ve never lost control this way. Yet a dark smile tugs at the corner of my lips.

That blonde, with her angelic face and those curves, she’s got me, and I’m not sure whether to be pissed or thrilled.

Chapter

Seven

CASEY

My hair is still damp from the shower. The borrowed sweatpants pool around my feet, clearly meant for someone much taller, and the t-shirt smells like expensive laundry detergent. I try not to think about whose clothes these might be.

Everything in this room screams money and taste, from the thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets to the obviously original artwork on the walls. Even the air feels expensive, filtered through some high-end system that keeps the temperature perfect. But there are no specific scents, telling me no one has used this room for a long time. The room is a far cry from my cramped bedroom, with its temperamental heating and thrift-store furniture.

Nash’s words from earlier echo in my head.Do you know what you do to us?The memory of him looming over me sends electricity down my spine. Those green eyes darkening as he leaned closer, the raw power radiating from him making every instinct inside me stand at attention. The way his voice dropped low and dangerous when he said my name...

Stop it.

I pace the room, trying to shake off the memory. This isn’t a romance novel where the dangerous Alpha turns out to have a heart of gold. These men kidnapped me. The fact that they’re protecting me now doesn’t change that. The fact that Nash’s presence makes my skin tingle, that Axel’s laugh does things to my insides, and that Logan’s stare melts me definitely doesn’t change any of that.

But standing at the window, watching moonlight paint shadows across the small manicured lawn that backs into the woods, I contemplate how different they are from Julian. How they haven’t tried to hurt or break me. How Nash backed away when he could have...

My stomach growls, mercifully derailing that train of thought. Back home, I always kept snacks handy—protein bars, dried fruit, anything to keep my energy up for when I can’t sleep. My brother used to tease me about myhamster tendencies, always storing food away. But old habits die hard, and right now, I feel exposed without my usual stash. And my stomach growls once more for food.

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