Page 57 of Pack Obsession

When I meet his gaze, I see every one of these emotions reflected in his eyes, burning with ferocity, and it steals my breath—like he’s drowning in me just as much as I’m losing myself in him.

He lays his head against my shoulder, stuck deep inside me, his breathing ragged.

“You’re so perfect, Casey,” he whispers into my ear. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

I cling to him, desperate for something to hold on to. The pressure inside me is immense, his knot swollen and pulsating, still pumping into me, holding him captive within my body. The sensation is both powerful and strangely comforting. My breath catches in my throat, and I moan, my body adjusting to the strange new sensation of being so completely filled with him.

His hands move, gently cupping my face, his eyes searching mine. “You did so well,” he mutters, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You took every bit of me, every single inch.”

My cheeks flush, the heat of his words stirring something deep within me. “I… I wanted it,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted all of you.”

He smiles, a tempting curve of his lips that sends a thrill of excitement through me. “And you got it,” he says, his gaze intense. “You got every last drop of me.” He shifts again, and a soft moan escapes my lips as the knot stretches me internally. “You’ll get used to this, little one,” he adds, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “You’ll get used to being filled.”

He carefully pulls my legs higher, positioning me more comfortably against him, the slow, deliberate movement sending a shiver of sensation rippling through me. The sensation of being held captive by him is intoxicating, a thrilling confirmation of his claim. I can feel the warmth of his body around me, the heavy weight of him pressed against me, and I can’t help but snuggle closer.

Slowly, he begins to shift, pulling me gently until we’re both curled on our sides, facing each other, his arms wrapped securely around me.

“I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he explains, his hand stroking my hair. “Did I hurt you?”

I nuzzle my face into his chest, inhaling his scent, the musky, intoxicating smell of him calming my racing heart. “No,” I say softly. “It felt… right.”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates against my ear. He kisses the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment.

We lay there in silence for a while. My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I can feel myself starting to drift, the exhaustion of the heat and the intense pleasure finally taking over.

“Go to sleep.” His hand strokes my back, slow and rhythmic. “I’m right here.”

“I’m so tired,” I mumble, my body completely relaxed against his.

“I know,” he says, his lips brushing against my forehead. “You did so well. You were perfect.” He shifts slightly, adjustingmy position, making sure I’m comfortable in his arms. “Rest now.”

The last thing I feel before drifting off to sleep is the gentle brush of his lips against my forehead, the comforting weight of his arms around me, and the intimate feeling of his knot inside me. I’ve never felt safer or more content. His words echo in my mind as I drift into oblivion.

I did well… I was perfect.

Chapter

Sixteen

AXEL

The SUV’s engine roars as Logan drives, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The muscles in his jaw work overtime, and I know exactly what he’s thinking—the same thing I am. We should be home with Casey already, but the chase through the streets to shake off Julian’s men took fucking longer than anticipated. They’re like roaches and everywhere we turned, more popped up.

Now, Logan’s steel-gray eyes are laser focused on the empty highway road ahead.

I shift in my seat, trying to contain the restless energy coursing through me.

“Nash’s timing has always been lucky… the fucker!” Of course, between the three of us, he’s the one who ends up alone with Casey as she goes into heat. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for it to have been me. “Remember the Davidson job? He waits until we’re halfway through the job to join us and stumbles over the culprit, taking him out like he’s the damn hero of the day.”

“Christ, don’t remind me.” Logan’s laugh is sharp but genuine. He pauses, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Speaking of jobs... middle of planning the upcoming heist for the Muso brothers, and our Omega goes into heat.”

“OurOmega,” I repeat, tasting the words. They feel right in a way I wasn’t expecting. Something settles in my chest, even as another part of me bristles with protective urgency. “Never thought I’d hear us say that.”

“Never thought we’d mean it.” Logan weaves around a slow-moving truck. “Remember what we used to say about Omegas in our line of work?”

“Too risky. Too complicated. Too much potential for shit to go wrong.” I lean back, watching the woods blur past. “Casey’s different, though.”

“Different doesn’t begin to cover it.” Logan’s lips quirk up. “You think she has any idea what she’s walking into with us?”

---