Page 41 of Packed in the Fire house

Need.

My head swam as I tried to ground myself, but my mind was only focused on one thing. Walker.

Judging by the way he was looking at me, and how strong his scent was, he was feeling the same.

My control was holding on by a thread.

When Walker’s lips met mine, it was like a rubber band snapped, and we grabbed each other, desperately.

His hands tangled in my hair as he kissed me, his touch demanding, but almost reverent.

Weneededthis.

My back arched as I bowed into him, his arms wrapping around my waist, holding me in place. Not that I was going anywhere.

I fisted my hands in his shirt; he had too much fabric on him. It needed to be gone. Immediately.

“Fuck, omega,” Walker growled against my lips. The use of my designation and that desperate, grumbling tone made my insides quiver and slick gather between my legs.

His hands tightened, and for a moment, I was airborne before being placed on his desk.

We pawed at each other’s clothes, desperate to get them off. We were overdressed, and we needed to rectify that.

“Walker,” I whined, pulling away, only to rip off his clothes, tugging the T-shirt over his head.

The moment his chest was bare, I ran my hands over it, appreciating every ridge and plane. Walker clearly worked out a lot as a firefighter, and I was definitely appreciating the fruits of that labor.

“Please,” I whined. Everything was happening so fast, but at the same time, it wasn't happening fast enough. Vicious cramps ripped through my stomach, and I needed a knot to soothe them.

A knot I was confident Walker could provide.

Cold air brushed against my nipples as he ripped my shirt over my head and threw it into the corner of the room, my nipples pebbling as he pulled us together. His painfully hard cock pressed against my core, setting my body ablaze.

He feltgood.

And he wasn’t even in me yet.

“Off,” I whined, pawing at the waist of his pants.

“Impatient omega,” he cooed against my lips, but without breaking contact, he reached one hand down and pulled his cock free.

I didn't hesitate, grabbing it firmly.

Holy fuck.

He had felt big when he was pressed against me, but in my hand was a whole other story.

Had I not been completely crazy with lust, I probably would have been worried that this monster of a cock would have ripped me in half.

Instead of being scared, the prospect excited me.

Walker could destroy my pussy any day.

As I pumped his cock a few times, I appreciated the way he hummed in pleasure, his lips exploring every inch of my skin as he did, turning me into a pile of goo.

We scrambled to take my yoga pants off—it was clumsy, but we didn’t give a fuck.

When his fingers found my folds, I was pretty sure I had died and gone straight to heaven.

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