Page 12 of Pack Larsen

Fuck me, I’m turning into a girl, because I’ll be damned if that doesn’t give me butterflies or some shit. I almost have the urge to start kicking my feet and giggle. I’m going to get special treatment and the others are going to get the cold shoulder. Am I an asshole for supporting that decision? Don’t care. I’ll take it.

“I’m good with that,” I laugh, settling into the nest, strategically hiding my boner while I lie down beside her. “So, what’s your favorite color?”

She pauses, and I see her lips twitch before she bites into her bagel. She ponders the question for a moment before she answers, “Pink. But the pretty, soft shade of pink.”

Like your lips, I think to myself.

“Like your hair,” I voice out loud, reaching for a strand of pastel-pink hair, noting the pastel blue and purple, too.

She nods, eyeing my hand as I twirl the strand around my fingers. She doesn’t comment, simply asking, “Yours?”

My answer comes quickly, “Gray.”

“Huh,” she blurts. “Wouldn’t have expected that.”

She doesn’t know it became my favorite the first time she looked at me, those pools of liquid silver glancing at me only once to cement the color as my favorite. I don’t tell her that, though. It wouldn’t be very friend-like, would it?

Instead, I throw another question at her. “Favorite food?”

“I don’t have a favorite food, because I’m a food slut, but my favorite drink is chocolate fudge milkshake,” she answers easily. “You?”

I damn near blurt ‘bubblegum’ like a cheesy dork, but I stop myself just in time, answering, “Burgers. Gimmie a double cheese with fries, and I’m putty in your hands.”

Silver snorts, but she nods. “Good to know. Okay, if we’re doing twenty questions, what’s your favorite season?”

And, just like that, I spend my morning Q&A’ing with the omega, learning shit about her I never would have imagined. The topics and questions are light and breezy, simple enough that it’s fun. It’s nice, even if it’s just surface-level shit. I find I like listening to her talk, watching her facial expressions, and eyeing how her hands move when she speaks.

I’m almost disappointed when her words taper off and she falls back to sleep, the plate and glass of juice long ago discarded. Since she didn’t tell me to leave, I stay exactly where I am, enjoying her presence even while she snoozes some more, catching the zz’s I stole when I barged in here. All the while, I grin to myself, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath of contentment. The first one I’ve taken in I don’t even know how long. And damn, but it feels fucking good.

Chapter 5

Silver

I already know who’s wrapped around me like a four-limbed octopus, the strong and mouth-watering scent of frosted plum surrounding me as effectively as Aero currently is. I can feel every inch of him pressed along my back, the toned muscle in his chest and abdomen, the strength of his thighs as he keeps me pinned beneath him, and his steady pump of his heart as it beats against my back.

Groaning softly into the pillows, I blink my tired eyes open, grumbling, “What time is it?”

“No idea,” Aero answers sleepily, nuzzling into me like a cat, apparently content with our current sleeping arrangement. Hell, I already know he’s happy with it, because I can feel the evidence pressed against my asscheeks. How the hell did we even get here? Last I remember, we were asking random questions, playing a makeshift game of ‘get to know you’.

“Your dick is wedged betwixt my cheeks, dude,” I mumble, ignoring the way my body is reacting to the feel of his hardened length covered in only boxers and sweatpants. Not much I can do about the way my perfume leaks a little, my bubblegum mixing with his scent to make a sickly-sweet, sugary concoction that makes my mouth water.

“Just ignore it. I’m trying to,” he replies without making a single move to remove himself from on top of me. Not that I actually mind, but I’m pretty sure this is a few steps over the line of friendship, right?

I snort. “Easier said than done when it’s hard as steel and wedging my shorts up my ass.”

Aero laughs, and the sound would make angels weep with joy, his chest vibrating against my back with the delicious sound. I bite my lip, hoping and praying that a whimper doesn't slip past my lips, because he feels so good on top of me and his scent surrounds me, encasing us both in a bubble I want to stay in a little longer.

Sadly, that isn’t an option, because it’s the last day of the weekend and I need to see Alek before he sends out a search party. Again.

So, with a sigh, I wriggle under him and mutter, “As much as I’m enjoying having a cuddle buddy for the first time in my life, I have to meet my cousin and I can’t do that trapped under you.”

Thankfully, he completely ignores my admission about never being cuddled. I didn’t mean to say that, it just slipped out, but it makes me sound pathetic. I mean, all omegas love cuddles and snuggles and all things affectionate. I’d completely ruin the mood if I told him I was born into a sterile, uppity pack who think any form of affection towards their kids is a waste of time. Pretty sure I was only born out of a biological necessity, though it’s never been confirmed. I can’t say my mother or fathers have ever been particularly pleased to be parents, but mom’s heat hit and she declared that she needed a child to continue the Gage legacy, they popped me out and tried to mold me into what they wanted me to be. That clearly didn’t happen, because my grandparents had more of an impact on my life than those that created me, much to their disapproval.

I’ve never been more proud to be a disappointment in all of my life, because my grandparents fucking rock. I’ll die happy knowing I’m more like them than my parents.

“What if I don’t want to move?” the omega grumbles, and my lips twitch, feeling the same sentiments stirring inside me. Clearly, I’m touch-starved or something, because why else would I be more than content to remain a body pillow for the omega above me? I refuse to look any deeper, to be perfectly honest.

“I’d say you were shit out of luck,” I snicker, rolling awkwardly, turning to face him when he finally falls from on top of me and lands beside me instead. “Last time I didn’t go to my cousin’s, he sent his pack out looking for me. I was literally in the library on campus and was running behind because I got distracted writing.”

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