Page 64 of Unexpected Delivery

That dick better not encroach on my plans with Arbor tonight. She might not know it yet, but I intend to woo the hell out of her.

A few minutes pass as I split my focus between the engine I’m currently working on and the door to my office.

Hael comes out with Gracie strapped to his chest in the wrap-contraption-thing Arbor always wears. He smirks, flipping me off with the hand resting on Gracie’s head. Well, it’s on the back of the carrier. He’s more than likely supporting her neck, and I can’t murder him because he’s holding my baby.

Our baby.

Whatever.

I might be willing to share once I’ve buried my teeth in Arbor’s soft flesh, but I’m so close to the edge of going feral that even one of my best friends seems like a threat.

Hael saunters closer, nodding back toward my office. “You better get in there and ask her on a date before I forget that I’m trying to be a good packmate. This mission leaves no man behind, so get your shit together and go tell the girl she’s pretty and that you like her.” He chuckles darkly. “It’s weird that we’ve got a baby mama, but we’ve never actually?—”

“Hael,” I growl in warning.

He chuckles, grabbing one of the shop cloths and tossing it at my head. “You get the idea. Now, clean your ass up, and go ask your woman on a date.”

I snag the rag and start cleaning the grease from my hands. He makes it sound so easy, but I’m not convinced that I won’t lose my shit and bite her at the first opportunity—whether or not she’s given consent.

I swear, I’m a little too close to losing my damn mind.

Arbor is bent over, digging in one of the ancient filing cabinets when I let myself into my office.

A low growl rattles out of my chest as my head tilts.

Fuck…

What’s one step past feral?

Rabid?

I’m in motion before I can stop myself, crossing the room in a few large strides. My arm wraps around Arbor’s middle, and I flatten my palm, pulling her up until she rests against my chest.

She smiles at me over her shoulder. “Mmm, you smell really good. Have you been working hard?” She spins in my hold until she’s facing me and circles my waist with her arms. “Does it get hot enough in the shop to sweat? When we walked through, it felt pretty close to the temperature outside. I assumed you must be cold.”

“Arbor.” I hear myself growl as she twists in my hold and dances her nose across my dirty T-shirt.

She ends up in my armpit, snuggling her face into the space between my arm and chest. “Yeah, Morris?”

“How do you feel about that other dress Hael bought when you went shopping?” My nostrils flare, picking up her delicate cherry blossom scent. It causes my dick to jump, thickening simply from her smell and having her this close.

“It’s nice.” Her fingers dig into my back as the sounds of her huffing my scent in return fill the air. “I like it. Why?”

I slide my hands down her back, over her ass, and dig my fingers into her lower butt cheeks.

“Perfect. I want you to put it on tonight around six-thirty. I’d like to take you out for our first real date.” I clear my throat. “If you’re open to that.”

Her head wobbles up and down as she melts against me. “Okay, but right now, I want you to pick me up.”

My hands are already perfectly located on her ass, and I barely have to lift because she scrambles up my chest.

Arbor nuzzles her cheek to mine and buries her nose in my throat. “You smell better than any cup of coffee I’ve ever smelled.” My knees go weak as her naughty tongue flicks against my throat just under where my beard ends. “Taste better too,” she mumbles, digging her hands into the back of my neck as she grinds against my pelvis.

Don’t bite without permission. Keep your goddamn teeth to yourself.

The little omega brushes her nose over mine and kisses the hell out of me.

I growl against her lips as her pheromones flood the air. Spinning around, I rest her back against the wall to keep us both upright as our tongues dance. My fingers dig into her ass, and I try to keep myself from helping her grind over me. She’s a wiggly little thing, and she seems desperate for more, but I’m a gentleman, dammit.

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