Page 68 of Pack Larsen

All politeness evaporates and my face falls into a bland expression that borders on disgust. “Ain’t happening, buddy. I have a pack, and am very happy with my guys.”

“Guys, huh? Got more than one? What’s one more?” he pushes, taking a step closer, forcing me back further. “You want my knot, I know you do. I can smell it on you.”

Great. A delusional creep, because I am absolutely not perfuming right now. I’m grossed out, sweaty, and spent as the adrenaline bleeds from my veins quickly now, and ready to get out of these platform shoes. There’s nothing about this alpha that has me even remotely turned on and wanting any of his body parts in or around me.

“No chance, dude. Back off,” I try, attempting to step past him.

His hand slams against the wall before I can go, blocking my escape route. I could turn and run back to Tanner’s office, though I worry with his long legs that I won’t make it before he catches me. The last thing I want to do is run from a horny and drunk alpha who thinks I’m starting a chase.

I’m about to call for someone, beyond uncomfortable with this situation when Munro appears like an avenging angel from behind the drunk asshole.

Gripping the back of his collar, Munro yanks the alpha back, the act so sudden the alpha loses his balance and stumbles away from me. He steps between me and the alpha, sneers down at the drunk bastard, and announces, “This one is mine. Keep your fucking dick to yourself.”

The alpha frowns, probably confused how he ended up on the floor, and blurts, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Her beta, asshole,” Munro snaps, reaching back for my hand that I gladly offer.

The drunk dude laughs, before he slurs, “A beta? As if a beta could keep a thing like that satisfied.”

Huffing a breath, fed up with this bullshit and wanting to go home already, I lean around Munro and inform, “He keeps me plenty satisfied, jack-off. More than I’d get from the likes of you.”

I feel Munro’s hand tighten in mine before he snarls at the alpha, “Get the fuck out of here, go sober up, and get your head checked when you remember how embarrassing you’re being right now.”

Without waiting for an answer, Munro starts dragging me back down the hallway. We pass Tanner, and I blurt, “See you next week!”

We’re outside, the cool night air wafting all over me, before I know it. Munro’s hand is still in mine and he tugs me along behind him as we walk to his car in silence. My heart starts beating quickly, speeding up the closer we get to his car, and I have to quicken my pace to keep up with the angry beta.

I’m panting by the time we reach the car and, just as I’m about to reach for the handle of the passenger side, Munro yanks me away. He turns me until I’m facing him, grabs my face with trembling hands, and slams his mouth on mine with a graveled groan that sets me on fire from the inside out.

Chapter 26

Munro

I’m kissing Silver with every ounce of pent-up need, want, and aggressive desire that burns through my veins, my hands framing her delicate pixie-like face in my hands like I’m afraid she’ll run away if I let go.

It’s a worry that is rendered baseless when Silver moans softly against my mouth and arches into me, her hands reaching for my battered leather jacket before pulling me closer. I’m pretty sure I die there and then, because heaven surely wouldn’t feel this good.

Silver’s lips are soft and yielding against mine, and her scent seeps into my senses with every inhale I take as I devour her right there in the parking lot. I can’t find it in me to care, my need for her surpassing any sense of decency I might have had if I was in sound mind. As it was, I’m fucked for all that is Silver, my mind reeling with how desperately I need her.

The moment I saw that fucking alpha try his luck with my girl, I saw red. I was out of my seat and striding over to her in no time, watching the big bastard as he leaned in toward my omega and suggested he knew Silver wanted him. Delusional cunt. Any fucker with eyes could see she was uncomfortable and wanted to be rid of him.

So, I did exactly that. Got him away from her before I killed him.

And now, I’m thrumming with adrenaline and a baser need for the omega that has occupied a large spot in my brain and won’t leave. She’s in my head, in my blood, in my damned soul at this point. I need her like I need air to breathe, like I need water to survive, and I can’t wait any longer to know if Silver is willing to give me a second chance.

Tearing my mouth away from her greedy lips, I lick away the taste of her, groaning at the flavor of bubblegum, and growl, “Tell me right now that you don’t forgive me, that you don’t want a do over with me, and I’ll let you in the car right now, drive us home, and leave you be.”

She pauses a moment, and I look into her sparkling, gray eyes as her pupils dilate and fill with hunger. Then she clutches my jacket harder, dragging me closer as she breathes, “What if that’s not what I want? What then?”

Fuck me, those words are pure magic and sin to my ears.

“Tell me what you want, princess. I need to know what you want,” I gruffly demand instead of answering, needing her answer before I offer my own.

She doesn’t even hesitate before she blurts, “You, asshole. I fucking want you.”

I swear my soul ascends to a higher place I’ve never seen before, my entire body filling with euphoria so fast that I feel dizzy with it. Silver is in my arms before I even realize I’ve snatched her from the ground, those creamy thighs of hers wrapped around my waist like that’s where they’ve always belonged. Her mouth is on mine in the next breath, and I’m drowning in bubblegum before I know it. I’ll die fucking happy, because I’ve never tasted anything so good in all my life.

As Silver moans against my mouth, I carry her around the car and open the driver’s side door, taking my seat with Silver still attached to me. Her ass lands in my lap instantly, and I waste no time in shutting the door, pushing my seat back as far as it can go, and locking us in the car, thankful it’s dark enough that we won’t be seen from where I’ve parked.