Page 17 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

I wonder if Sadie would like to come here and meet new omegas. It might be nice to have her have a new outlet for her stress. Also, knowing she was safe here made me feel a little better. I’d have to let her know about their omega programs even if I selfishly just wanted this to be an us thing.

The last thing I needed were alphas outside the door trying to get to her.

Plopping down as she began stretching her legs out in front of her, not interested in whatever I was playing at. I took a second to watch her.

Sadie was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to get to know her more. It was more than her pretty curves and the way her eyes were so expressive. More than that scent of hers that I wanted to bathe in. It was this whole package of hers that I couldn’t wait to open, layer after layer of.

She was going to change everything.

For the next hour we stretched and lifted weights.

Sadie let me guide her, show her the correct form, and make small corrections in her posture. We chatted about things like music and movies, both of us having a similar streak of adventure that we bonded over.

Sadie liked hikes and I told her about a trail I liked to go on with Jace. I mentioned I could take her on a hike with us being a generous pack brother. She seemed to like that idea of doing more stuff together.

We easily fell into more conversation, time not mattering as my credit card got charged by the hour for the room. Both of us are just getting to know the other person and comfortable with the other person.

Just because Sadie was my scent match and instinct took over my alpha brain that she was mine didn’t mean things would be perfect. I wanted to make sure when I was dedicating myself to someone that they really were a good fit.

So far, it looks like Sadie is more than just the perfect scent.

She is beautiful all the time but seeing her in the thin sheen of sweat, in clothes that I bought her after working out together stroked some possessive bastard that I hadn’t known existed inside of me.

I could feel the way my cock was straining, wanting to stroke it and see if she slipped it in that pretty mouth of hers. Those pouty lips would look so good if they were wrapped around my cock. The scent of her driving me closer to the edge as I fisted my knot, finishing with her tongue sticking out as I painted it white.

Needed to steer clear of those thoughts or it was going to be an awkward walk to the locker rooms for me.

“I’m dead.” she was star-fishing on the floor, chest heaving as the cropped hoodie rose, exposing more of that pretty pale skin on her ribcage.

Her scent was hanging heavy in the air now. The scent blockers are wearing off and filling the room with all of her.

God, she was juicy.

I lick my lips, trying to taste the sweet peach, her natural musky scent coming out heavier. I could drink that every day and still be thirsty.

Fuck her scent was delicious.

Even with the tinge of exhaustion that was in there I could feel how good she tasted. It made me want to taste her. Kiss her stomach and work my way down. Lick her slick like a boy having his first ice cream cone.

I like that she wasn’t bashful, trying to tug down her hoodie or cover herself up too. Instead, she just lets herself be ogled, watching me watch her with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes like she was trying to understand what I was looking at.

A fucking goddess.Obviously.

The way she is looking at me is like she doesn't quite know what about her is interesting and shocks me.

She’s beautiful in a classic New England way. All blue eyes and brown hair, cute little nose and freckled cheeks. Her skin is pale like fresh cream that I’m sure turns pink if she spends too much time in the sun.

My hand reaches out to stroke the skin but I stop myself, hoveringbefore looking at her face, getting a small nod in confirmation before I rest my hand on her ribs.

Her skin is warm and a bit sticky with a little sweat. It’s still so smooth as I let my fingers run over her in delicate touches to not spook her. My tattoos contrast her skin and I like the way it looks. Like seeing my hands on her.

Want to give her a necklace.

No more of those thoughts. I chide myself.

Omegas like touch and I can smell the way her peach scent comes out stronger when I stroke her skin. The way her head tilts just enough that her gland is exposed and I’m hit by another wave of her.

A soft huff of laughter slips out from her lips, making me look at them. All pale pink and kissable, a freckle decorating the front bottom of her full lips and giving me a bullseye target to aim for when I kiss her.

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