Page 10 of Pack Larsen

“And have to deal with this particularly fun conversation?” I snort, raising my eyebrow in question. “Bro, the moment you met her, you were acting like she was the bane of your existence. I figured it was better to keep my feelings under wraps so you didn’t get all weird.”

“So, why are you telling me now?” he grunts, hand tightening on the mug in his tatted hand.

“One, because you asked. Two, because we’re living under her roof, in close quarters, and I don’t have the same willpower as you do. And three, I figured it was better to share now, because I plan on chasing that little omega until I’m breathless and clutching my sides with a stitch,” I declare, making the decision there and then and feeling pretty damned good about it.

After keeping my little crush to myself for weeks on end, pretending like I don’t watch Silver’s every move when she’s around, don’t seek her out in crowds, and don’t light up on the inside like some sap when she’s near or busting Munro’s balls, I’ve decided I’m not bottling it anymore. I want to be her friend, I want to date her, I want a whole bunch of things concerning Silver Gage. What better opportunity to chase after what I want when I’m living in the same house and have access to the bright ray of sunshine now?

I never chased her before for Munro and our pack’s sake, because he clearly has issues concerning the omega and the other three are clearly a little dubious, but now that I know he’s affected by her and is battling it hard enough that he’s getting pissy with me for declaring my own crush? All bets are off. Munro can either get on board or get over it, and the others can make their own damned minds up, because I’m done pretending Silver Gage doesn’t do things for me.

I’ve had a sniff of her pleasure, heard those sexy, little mewls, and I want more. I want to be the one dragging those noises out of her. I want more of those vibrant smiles, the full-body laughter that always turns infectious, and the smart-ass mouth that always has something to say.

“For fuck’s sake,” Munro gravels, irritated beyond belief for reasons I can’t comprehend. I mean, I know Veronica fucked his head up, but it’s been a year since Munro wiped his hands clean of the nasty alpha, and Silver is nothing like that vindictive, little bitch. In fact, if there were two people who were complete polar opposites, it would be Silver and Veronica.

“Be pissy about it, bro. But I’ve never once kicked up a fuss over the relationships you guys have had with girls outside of the pack. I finally like someone enough to chase, so that’s what I’m gonna do. And, just so we’re clear, I won’t even be mad if you chase her, too. I mean, after you get over your hangups and problems with her,” I tell him with an even tone, a nonchalant air about me when I’m feeling anything but. I am very muchchalant, a giddy, little excitement growing in my chest now that I’ve decided that I’m going after the omega that sounds, smells, and looks like all of my fantasies combined.

Munro releases a derisive snort, shaking his head in denial, and says, “It’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens. But you do you. I’m going to Juno’s. Later.”

Then the surly beta downs the rest of his coffee, rinses his mug, and disappears, leaving me with rolling eyes and a prediction that he’s going to fold much faster than I originally anticipated. It’s clear he’s making his own diamonds where Silver is concerned, but I know how hard he’s fighting it. I don’t know why, or why he’d even bother, but his problems are his own and he’s allowed to work shit out in his own time. But there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll cave one day, and when that happens, I’ll be wearing a hat, jacket, and scarf at the ready.

Washing, drying, and putting the discarded mug away quickly, I begin to form a plan in my head on how to go about dating Silver. I’m about to catch myself a bubblegum baddie with pastel-streaked hair, an ass that I want to sink my teeth into, and a smile that could end wars. I better form a really fucking good plan.

***

I knock on the door to Silver’s room again, awkwardly balancing a glass of apple juice in one hand and a plate of toasted bagels slathered in peanut butter and jelly in the other.

“Silver? You alive in there?” I call through the door, sure she’s inside, because I heard her groan, sigh, and rustle around before it went silent again after I knocked the first time.

When she doesn’t answer, I chew on my lip and wonder what I should do now. I mean, I can’t very well chase someone if they remain locked away in their room, can I? The only logical next step is to simply invite myself inside.

Tucking the glass of juice into the crook of my elbow and hugging it to my ribs securely, I reach for her door handle, amused that it turns without resistance. She’s probably used to keeping it unlocked, what with her living alone pre our arrival. Since this is the second time her privacy is being invaded, I’m going to have to make sure she doesn’t form a habit of locking it. I can’t very well have a girlfriend who locks her door and keeps me away from her.

Entering the nest, I take a heady lungful of Silver’s scent. It’s every-fucking-where, surrounding me in an instant before seeping out of the now open doorway. Creamy, sugary bubblegum overwhelms my senses, and I groan at the back of my throat at its thickness. There’s something else there, too. Something distinctly Silver, mingled with the traces of her pleasure last night, and I find myself fighting a boner that has my dick aching beneath the ratty sweats I threw on when I woke up this morning.

Fighting the arousal that floods my system at a single waft of the omega hidden in the aesthetically-pleasing blankets and pillows, I step into the spectacular nest and shut the door with a careful nudge of my sock-covered heel.

“Silver?” I call, gentling my voice now that there isn’t a door between us. “Wakey, wakey.”

A sassy, little huff answers me, and I grin down at the girl wearing nothing more than booty shorts and a cropped shirt that reveals a whole lot of creamy skin.

“I have to be dead and seated in hell, because that’s the only explanation I can conjure as to why I’m being dragged kicking and screaming out of such a good dream,” Silver groans, rolling over until she’s lying on her belly and shoving her face into a pillow with another huff.

“You’re not in hell yet,” I inform, meandering deeper into the nest and fighting the urge to fall into it with her. That might be a little forward, especially when she doesn’t even know my intentions.

Silver groans as I get closer, and I can just about hear her when she grumbles, “What do you want, Aero?”

Snickering at the grouchy omega, I eventually make my way over to her, dropping slowly into a sitting position with her breakfast. “Well, I came bearing gifts, if that’s going to soften you toward me.”

There’s a pause.

“What is it?” she mumbles into her pillow, and I bite my lower lip when my grin grows a little too obnoxious.

“Why don’t you wake up and see for yourself?” I counter, still holding her breakfast.

Silence answers me for a long moment, and I can practically hear the gears in her head turning before she finally mumbles sleepily, “Nah, I’m good. It’s not worth it. Sleep calls to me like the ocean calls to Moana. Now go away. I’m ignoring you all like you all ignored me yesterday.”

Well, hell, that has my smile disappearing and a frown pulling at my eyebrows. Ignoring her? I didn’t ignore her yesterday. In fact, I distinctly remember flirting. I winked, damn it! My days of ignoring this girl are long over, so what the hell?

“I didn’t ignore you,” I state with absolute confidence, because I’m pretty sure I’d remember doing that. There wasn’t even a moment that I could have ignored her, because as soon as I went to my room, I had a long-ass shower and napped for a little while, lazing in the remainder of the sunshine that beamed through the wall of windows like a lazy house cat. By the time I woke up, the house was quiet and there wasn’t a soul in sight. I did find several boxes of untouched pizza in the fridge with a note, though.

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