Page 39 of Building My Pack

Recalling the way he'd acted at the bar and the scorching kiss after, makes my core clench tight. I haven't been with anyone since I was in heat, and Kennedy might just be breaking that streak. Closing the distance between us, I wrap my arms around his waist and lift my chin to look at him. "Thank you for dinner. And everything else, too."

"You're welcome," he replies in a deep tone. "Don't be afraid to come to us for anything. We'll help you figure all of this out."

His words are sincere and touch my heart, but he's talking too much. Stretching up on my toes, I'm nowhere close to tall enough to reach him, but thankfully he leans down, slanting his lips across mine. I don't waste time, parting my mouth for him. As our tongues dance, his coffee scent with that hint of chocolate batters my senses. It drives me a bit out of my mind. Forcing him back until his bum hits the counter, I run my hands up the outside of his thighs. The sound that leaves his chest has my panties soaked in an instant. Without warning, he leans further down to grip the bottom of my cheeks where they meet my thighs and lifts. I have two choices, either let my feet dangle like a rag doll or wrap them around his waist. I choose the latter and it's met with another sound of approval.

Keeping a firm hold, he walks forward until the counter meets the back of my thighs. I jump from the coolness of it and he apologizes, dragging me back to the edge. There's a lot of things in my life that I might've imagined. Being picked up like I weigh nothing has never been one of them. I love feeling like I'm small compared to him.

His mouth slips from mine to work over my jawline and down my neck. He breathes deep and clutches the other side of my neck before sucking hard on my pulse point. I gasp at the pleasure that shoots straight to my core. Gripping the front of his shirt, I yank the sides apart sending buttons flying. Another sound from deep within his chest vibrates straight into my happy button where it's pressed against the hardness in his slacks. Locking my legs around his hips, I tug him toward me, trying to get some kind of movement against that spot.

Literally growling, his hands go beneath me as he lifts me again while claiming my lips for another scorching kiss. He stalks through the swinging door, and I realize he's heading toward the stairs. I really do not want the embarrassment of him hurting himself carrying me up.

I tap his shoulders, breaking out of the kiss. "Put me down. Let me walk up."

He does, saying, "Only because I want to watch that gorgeous ass."

We're already on our way up, so I stop and throw a look back at him. "I thought you were supposed to be shy."

His eyes travel the length of my legs up to where the dress has ridden up, exposing the bottom of my cheeks. I'd dressed with optimism that things wouldn't go bad tonight. Besides, I've been feeling sexier lately than I ever have. It made slipping the black thong on underneath my dress an easy decision. Now I'm glad that I did as he notices it for the first time, growling out, "I am. Until I set my sights on something I really want."

I don't know why I do it. Maybe to test limits or because I want him to snap and give me that pure alphaness he exuded in the bar the other night. My steps slow until we're barely moving, and I ease the hem of my dress up an inch or so with every step.

We're only halfway up when his alpha comes out to play. "Stop. Bend over."

With the bite of command in his tone, I have no choice but to obey. I feel the thong start to cool where it's damp from need for him as it's exposed. A deep purr starts in his chest, almost bringing me to my knees. It isn't until I feel him slide the small strip of fabric to the side and he takes a long lick between my folds that I finally do end up on my knees. It wasn't far to go and he follows. His purr resonates through his tongue straight into my clit every time they come in contact and it's all I can do to not push back demanding more. Working one finger and then a second inside of me, he arches them just right, hitting a spot that sends me over the edge with a loud cry as he sucks hard on my clit.

I'm still pulsing around his fingers as he withdraws them and commands, "Stand up. Upstairs."

A whine leaves my throat, but I do as he says. This time there's no teasing or taking my time. I need him so badly that it's almost painful.

He's practically pushing me up the last of the stairs and spins me in place as we make the second-floor landing. I get tossed over his shoulder in a fireman's hold as he marches down the hallway to a door that's cracked open. Make this the second time today anyone has picked me up and carried me like I weigh nothing. Can't complain about the view either as Kennedy's glutes flex with every step. I let my hands fall to them and squeeze just to see if they're as hard as they look. He slides a hand up the back of my thigh and clamps down on the inside of it right before he's bending to set me on my feet. There's a slight moment of vertigo before his lips fall on mine. I can taste myself on him and find that I like it very much.

Then he drops to his knees in front of me, putting his face at stomach level. He runs his hands down the backs of my thighs, burying his face into my dress. Bending down, he unstraps my heels and helps me out of them before rising. Without the added height, he's at the perfect level to get a face full of breasts that have somehow miraculously managed to stay contained. Which doesn't last long as he gently pulls the stretchy part at my arms down, taking the top hem with it. When I reach back to unclasp my strapless bra, he makes a sound that has me stopping in my tracks. Taking his time to knead and tease through my bra, my nipples are straining against the fabric before he finally undoes the clasp setting them free. Showering each one with a devout amount of attention, he then stands to his full height, making me acutely aware of just how big he is when I'm not wearing shoes and I love it.

Taking me by the shoulders, he turns me back to the bed before finding the zipper on my dress and dragging it down. The material pools at our feet and I'm left standing in nothing but the black thong. A couple months ago, I'd have been shamefully trying to cover myself, but not only are these men in my life making me feel beautifully powerful, but I know he'd never stand for it.

"Hands and knees on the bed," he barks gently.

Complying, my eyes track his movement around to the other side until he's standing in front of me. He undoes the last button or two that is left in the devastation all the while holding my gaze. The white undershirt goes next, and my mouth practically salivates at the naked expanse of muscle in front of me. Having a job that's less physically challenging, he must work out religiously to be so fit, and boy, am I not complaining. He waits until my eyes come back to his before his hands drop to his belt. As soon as I glance down, he stops. It doesn't take more than once for me to catch on, so I wait until his slacks are dropping to look again. When I do, it's all I can do to keep from crawling over to him and licking the bead of precum off his tip.

"Did you present for your other alphas?" he asks, forcing my attention upward.

Come to think of it, I didn't. Mitchell didn't give me a choice. He just gave me what he knew I needed. Did I present for him? No, I didn't, and I shake my head slowly in answer.

He steps closer to the bed before dropping his face down in front of mine and crooning, "Good girl."

I whine as he backs away and moves back around the other side of the bed. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't turn around to look for him. The longer it takes for him to come back, the more impatient I become until I'm eventually facedown on my knees with my bum in the air begging him for it. Then I feel the bed dip behind me and I could cry in relief. Even moreso when his hands caress the globes of my cheeks before sliding the thong out of the way once again. Only this time, he's guiding his shaft into my greedy channel, which is trying to suck him in. Obviously wanting to take it slow, he takes his time getting settled one arch of his hips at a time until he's bumping my womb and still not in all the way. He's so fudging huge.

Then his body covers mine like a blanket and he runs a hand through my hair. "Do you know how many times I've imagined this over the past several weeks? How many times I've come to the thought of having you beneath me like this? Imagining how this hair would look draped across my thighs with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock?"

I whine and try to push back against him, but he's so heavy on top of me that it's not possible.

He tsks in my ear and raises back up. "Or do you want to know how many times I thought about how I'd take you here?" he asks, sliding his thumb down my crack to stop at the hole I've never allowed a man to go before. I'd always detested the thought of it, but now, with his digit teasing around the edges I can't help but wonder how good he'd make it feel.

"I'll let you ride Santiago's knot while I claim this tight, little hole," he says, just barely pushing inside.

I buck underneath him and beg, "Kennedy, please." I need him to stop or to move. Do something before my body bursts into flames.

"Beg your alpha for what you want, gorgeous," he tells me.

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