Page 63 of Pack Larsen

“I fucking need you, Silver. More than anything on this damned earth, I need you,” he grits, hand reaching for my thigh and dragging it higher on his waist, opening me wider for him to rub against me.

Through a gasp that quickly turns into a moan, his bulge dragging over my clit through my panties, I breathe, “I need you, too, Pace. Please.”

Fuck it, I’m not above begging, far past the point of being subtle and demure about how badly I need this man. How badly I need them all, a startling realization when I acknowledge how that also includes Munro the grumpy beta bastard.

“Love the sound of you begging, Tink,” he growls, right before he grinds against me again and a rattling purr breaks free from his chest, the vibration thrumming through me where we’re touching.

“If it means you find us a room and you strip this dress off me, I’ll beg as much as you want,” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair at the nape of his neck as I sigh with the next roll of his hips, my head falling back against the wall while pleasure burns through my system like a wildfire.

“Whatever my omega wants,” he growls, still purring as he pulls me away from the wall so suddenly I have to wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep from toppling backward. With hurried steps, he’s carrying me up the stairs and through the hallway until we reach my nest, Pace barging straight in as though he’s done it a million times before. Hell, maybe he’s pictured it enough that it comes naturally to him now, but whatever the reason, I’m beyond grateful.

As soon as the door shuts on us, locking Pace and me in a cocoon of my scent that slowly grows infiltrated by smoke and leather while his mingles with the faint scents of my alpha twins and omega, Pace turns me sharply before his fingers reach for the zipper of my dress. He’s careful to pull it down, loosening the dress until it falls and pools at my heeled feet, and the purr rattling his chest grows denser and louder.

Pace is already turning me back around the moment the dress is no longer an obstacle, his heated, honey eyes roaming over every inch of my body in quick succession. His gaze lingers on my breasts encased in pink lace, and I watch his throat as he swallows hard.

“Christ, Silver, you’re stunning,” Pace swears roughly, standing back to take me in.

Sadly, I don’t have such patience, my own need heating my body to a fever pitch, burning so hot that it’s close to boiling. My perfume is so strong, so thick with fruity sugar, that it’s all I can smell with every inhale, only the faintest hint of smoke and leather seeping through the density of my lust.

So, without waiting a second more, I reach behind me for the clasp of my bra and unlatch it, shimmying my bra free and throwing it somewhere near my closet. My panties are next, sliding down my trembling thighs to join my dress, leaving me in nothing but a pair of strappy heels that reach just below my knees.

Picking up the panties and dress, I turn to throw them in the same direction as my bra, and when I make to twist back around so I’m facing Pace, the alpha gruffly commands, “Don’t. Stay facing the wall, Tink.”

I do as I’m told, a shiver running through my body at the gritty quality of his voice, his words dripping with sex and his own pulsing need that I feel mirrored in my own body. I’m trembling with suppressed need and anticipation, my head tilting as I listen intently to the sound of shifting material, the smooth glide of a leather through belt loops, and the discarding of shoes as they thump against the floor near the door.

I’m panting with suspense by the time I feel the air around me shift mere seconds before a heated body presses against my back. Pace’s front, dented with defined muscle, lines perfectly with my back, and he bends his head to press a kiss to my shoulder that rocks a shiver through me.

“So fucking responsive,” he rasps, dragging his teeth over my sensitive flesh, drawing out a garbled moan from deep in my throat as my head tilts to offer him better access without realizing what I’m doing.

Pace groans against my skin, pulling his teeth away, only to lick the line where his teeth have likely dented my flesh. Not quite broken, but marked enough to leave behind a promise. A promise of what’s to come, what he wants, and where this whole thing is going. “Don’t tempt me, Silver, because I’m on the edge. I’d bite you right here and now, marking you as mine, if I didn’t think you’d regret it in the morning.”

My breath catches and more slick pools between my legs, my arousal spiking, because it’s the first time any mention of a bond has been brought up between any of us. I’m not even surprised at this point by the way my body flushes, the idea of receiving a bond from Pace sending me into a damn near delirious state of arousal.

I hear Pace inhale deeply before he presses deeper against me, his bare cock nuzzling against the globes of my ass, and he growls, “You like the sound of that. I can smell it, Tink. You like the idea of me marking you up, making you mine?”

I can only moan in answer, pushing my ass against Pace with a needy, little roll of my body, and he chuckles darkly before he clamps his hand against my hip to stop my movements.

“Answer me, Silver,” he demands, fingers biting into my flesh and notching my desire up another level I didn’t know was possible. “You want my teeth buried in your flesh while I’m knot-deep inside your sopping pussy? You want me fucking you into your nest while I bond you so deeply that there won’t be getting rid of me ever?”

“Yes,” I breathe before I can clamp my mouth shut, trapping my words.

Pace growls his approval, and I feel his cock twitching against my ass, the tip of his cock slathering precum over my skin almost like he’s marking me with his scent instead of his teeth.

“Fuck, Tink,” he grunts gravelly, and before I my brain can compute what’s happening, I find myself on my hands and knees in my nest, peering over my shoulder at a hungry-looking Pace Larsen. He’s bare and breathing hard, cock standing at attention, his knot swollen with need. Wild, honey-colored eyes roam over every inch of my body before his gaze stops at the apex of my things, his gaze darkening until his pupils have taken over most of his irises, and I moan as he reaches his hands out to grasp my asscheeks tightly. Then his voice takes on a huskier quality as he commands, “Present for me, Silver. I want that ass in the air and your face buried in the blankets when I sink into you for the first time. I want my omega presenting for her alpha. Show me how much you want my cock, Tink.Present for me.”

Fuck. Me.Dead.

If I wasn’t already wet, that would have done the trick. It’s like he hits every omega nerve in my body with his words, my body coming alive with every command, and I waste no time in dropping to my elbows and sticking my ass in the air, peering over my shoulder as I check for approval.

It comes in the form of a light spank against my ass, and I moan into the blankets and cushions beneath me, gushing slick until it’s dripping out of me.

“That’s it, fuck yes,” Pace growls, and I feel him drop to his knees and position himself between my legs, pressing in close enough that I feel his shaft press against me.

He’s leaking precum as much as I am slick, and I mewl at the back of my throat before I start begging, “Please, Pace. Please, I need you. I need your cock, your knot. Fuck, please.”

“Shit, Tink. I can’t fucking say no to that,” he grunts, right before I feel him guide the tip of his shaft at my opening and press inside only an inch. Before he sinks any further, he sternly instructs, “You keep this perfect ass exactly where it is for me, Silver, got it? Keep presenting for me while I fuck you.”

He’s plunging into my body in the next breath, filling me so thoroughly and quickly that I cry out in surprise, my hands fisting the blankets around me.

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