Page 53 of Pack Obsession

Perhaps I should be scared, but my brain isn’t functioning properly. I arch against him, needing to be touched everywhere.

The tip of his erection nudges against my entrance, pushing in just a bit. It’s slick and huge, widening me, and I stiffen against him.

“You’re tight for me. Good girl,” he rasps before pressing in deeper.

The first push is slow, excruciatingly so. I know he’s doing it on purpose because he’s watching me, smirking.

“I love the feel of stretching you.” The instant he begins to fill me, my body clenches around him, every nerve on fire.

A sharp cry escapes me, but it’s not pain. It’s of release, of the agonizing emptiness finally being replaced by his powerful presence. The ache that has been haunting me for so long beginsto melt away, replaced by a searing heat that only Alphas can provide.

“Oh God,” I pant as he fills me deeper, stretching me, claiming me. The sensation is overwhelming. My vision blurs, every nerve ending focusing on the feel of him inside me. “You’re huge,” I whisper, my fingers digging into his back. “So big… it feels so good.” My hips buck against his as I try to draw him in deeper.

He snarls in response to my need.

“Yes,” he whispers back. “That’s right, suck down on my cock with your cunt.”

He quickly glances down the road, and I follow his line of sight to see no cars in sight. Then he suddenly drives deep and hard into me…

I call out, the sensation of pain, of unimaginable pleasure, taking me over as I feel him up there so far, so big.

“I guess I should have asked if I was your first.” His grip tightens, holding me captive against the car as desire pulses through me.

“Don’t worry, Alpha.” My laugh comes out breathy, teasing. “You’re not my?—”

The flash of possession in his eyes stops my words. His jaw clenches, something dangerous and primal crossing his features.

“Who. Was. It.”

I arch against him, trying to get closer, my body burning. “Jealous?”

“You fucking bet.” His voice drops to a growl. “Was it Julian?”

The thought snaps through my heat-addled brain. “No, God, no. We never… It was before him. Just some Beta, a nobody?—”

He draws out and thrusts hard, my words dissolving into a moan that echoes in the darkness. When I can focus again, his eyes are boring into mine, intense and possessive.

“You know,” he says. “Once an Alpha claims an Omega, she becomes his.” The words rumble through his chest into mine.

His words cut through my desire-fogged brain. Wait. What?

“That’s not...” I try to think past the way he feels inside me, past his intoxicating scent. “At Nexus, they never said...”

My mind scrambles through foggy memories of Alpha and heat classes. They’d talked about compatibility, about knowing when you found your Alpha, about the bond that forms. But permanent claiming? I’d heard stories of Omegas leaving their Alphas, of rejections, of...

His teeth scrape along my neck, and coherent thought scatters. Is this just heat talking? His Alpha instincts making him possessive while his own control slips?

“You’re...” I gasp as he shifts. “You’re just saying that because you’re…” Another moan escapes me. “Because you’re affected by my heat.”

He just smirks at me, a chilling smile, as I ride his cock, lost to his wickedness. He keeps me there, pressed up against him, buried in me as I fight for each rapid breath.

Then he fucks me, his hips bucking. The stretch, the reach inside me, has me howling for more. I hold on, his gaze never leaving me, watching me as I bounce on him.

“I can’t wait to have you naked when I fuck you to see all of you.”

I make a humming sound as no words are forming.

“But I’m not knotting you here,” he says, breathless, his grip on my hips tightening, “Not now. We need to go home now, continue this because I’m so fucking close…” He pulls out suddenly, but the release isn’t complete. He’s still hard and swollen, with the promise of what is to come. I moan in protest, the ache still there…

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