Page 95 of Packed in the Fire house

The click of the lock was music to my ears, and judging by the wave of delectable perfume that filled the air, it was for Sunny as well.

“This isn't exactly an ideal setting,” I muttered as I stalked back over to her.

“Oh, well.” She beamed, holding her hand out for me. As I reached her, she pulled me into her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “This feels right.”

She wasn’t wrong.

The kitchen counter was positioned at the perfect height for my cock to press against her pussy, which was radiating warmth through her yoga pants.

Gazing down at her as she ran her hands over me, I couldn’t help but think how it was possible for me to love someone so damn much.

Yes, I loved my pack mates—they were my family—but Sunny? She waseverything. In a few short weeks, she had become my first thought when I woke, and the last when I went to sleep.

Her and Luka.

The fact she was open to more children thrilled me more than I wanted to admit. The moment those words had left her lips, I had been rock hard with thoughts of claiming her, breeding her sweet, juicy pussy again and again until she was round with child.

Was it a little animalistic? Fuck, yes. Sunny brought out that side of me, and sometimes, it was hard to remain a gentleman.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Sunny frowned, making me smile.

“Do you want to help me correct that gross oversight?” I asked.

Instead of answering, she fisted the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. The needy look in her eyes as she took me in almost undid me.

How the hell had I found an omega who looked at me like I hung the moon and was also the hottest guy on the planet? It was a lethal combination. She was going to give me an ego problem if I wasn’t careful.

“I suppose it’s only fair I do the same,” Sunny mused as she pulled back, grabbing the hem of her own LAFD T-shirt that I was pretty sure once belonged to Walker.

Would she agree to wear my shirts to bed? That way, I could steal them back in the morning and have her scent on me all day.

“We want to keep things fair,” I agreed with a serious voice as she tugged the shirt over her head, exposing the thin scrap of lace that barely contained her breasts. They were spilling out and looked so damn good, my mind stuttered, unable to form thoughts for a moment.

“Oh… uh… wow.”

Sunny giggled, a beautiful sound. “Yeah, it's one of my old ones that they managed to rescue from the fire, so it's a little small, but it really does make my boobs look good. Don’t you agree?”

I nodded.

I most certainly fucking agreed.

My mouth filled with saliva at the mounds of creamy flesh that had been exposed. I had seen her naked before in the shower. I had even had the immense pleasure of finishing over those beautiful tits.

But I hadn’t tasted them.

Andthatwas something I needed to rectify immediately.

Bending slightly, I found her neck with my lips. She leaned back, giving me better access while humming contentedly. I rained kisses on her neck, alternating between kissing lightly and sucking the skin.

I was trying to be gentle so I wouldn't leave marks, but part of me wanted to leave her with my marks all over her.

Every time I nipped at her skin, she would jolt in my touch, pressing her pussy even harder against my already rock-solid cock. The friction of her wiggling in my grasp was already getting me close.

My cock wasn’t exactly small. It was both a blessing and a curse. I needed to make sure that Sunny was more than ready for me to ensure that the whole process went smoothly.

While trailing kisses from her neck to her chest, I trailed my hand along the smooth skin of her back and unclasped her bra in one quick, skilled maneuver.

“Beautiful as this is, I think it needs to go,” I muttered, tossing it across the kitchen for us to find later.

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