Page 38 of Pack Larsen

I’m sinking my hand into the back of Aero’s hair before I realize what I’m doing, clutching at his inky-black hair tightly, drawing out a groan from deep in his chest. It’s like that single sound lights a fire inside me that spreads through every inch of my body, and I’m damn near climbing the guy like a tree. Not that he seems to mind, because I’m hauled into his arms with my legs banded around his waist before I can gasp.

The moment I’m secure, one of Aero’s hands gripping my ass cheek while the other remains cupped at the back of my neck, Aero’s kisses grow deeper and needier. It only fuels the hunger thrumming through my veins, and I moan against his mouth, my legs tightening around him as though I’m ensuring he stays exactly where he is.

I’m breathless when Aero pulls away, panting against his lips while I inhale heady doses of his scent. My eyes blink open languidly, my gaze connected with Aero’s heated baby blues, and his voice is like gravel when he asks, “You want to tell me that was a bad idea?”

I can do nothing but shake my head, my eyes dropping to his mouth before I lean in for another kiss, trapping his groan of approval between us. He kisses me back with a vigor that sets my blood alight with need, and I don’t care for one second how much I start perfuming like a bitch in heat. All I can focus on is the heat of him against me, the feel of him, his scent as it grows to match mine, his own omega-ness mingling with mine until there’s nothing but arousal and need surrounding us.

When Aero pulls back next, breathless and panting, it’s only to nip at my lower lip with a filthy groan that makes me impossibly wetter. Or so I thought, because the disastrously gorgeous omega groans when I perfume and whispers against my mouth, “Say you’ll be mine, Silver. Tell me I can have you.”

“What about the others?” I pant, a sprinkle of doubt sneaking in now that my mind isn’t being turned to mush by soul-stealing kisses.

“You can have them, too,” he says, misinterpreting my question, but it’s nice to know he’s willing to share.

Mouth pulling up into a grin, I rub my nose against his, and he releases an adorable sound of contentment before I clarify, “I mean, what’s happening right now? I know my conversation with Pace didn’t mention any of the good stuff happening between you and me, but I just need some clarity. When he asked for a second chance—”

“He meant with all of us. We want you, Silver Gage. We’ve just been waiting for you to give us the time of day again. I’m simply impatient and decided to go for what I wanted instead.”

“And Munro? How does he feel about—?”

“He’ll pull his head out of his ass if he hasn’t already done so. Him trying to talk to you is the step in the right direction,” he murmurs, and before I can comment on that little tidbit, he’s kissing me stupid again. I can barely remember what we were talking about when we part, Aero breathlessly demanding, “It’s just me and you right now, baby. Tell me whatyouwant.”

I only waste a handful of seconds thinking about it before my mouth makes the decision for me. “You. I want you.”

“Music to my fucking ears,” is all I receive in return before I’m whisked away.

I’m carried out of my studio and into my nest before I can even consider changing my mind, Aero lowering me into the soft clouds of comfort before hovering above me with a lethal look of pure hunger that rivals anything I’ve ever seen before. It heats me up from the inside out, and I’m on the brink of boiling when he confirms, “You’re mine, Silver?”

Groaning, I blurt, “Fuck it. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight. And I’m yours,” he replies with a low chuckle that turns my insides to mush, sends my heart beating erratically, and my mind blanking for all that isn’t Aero.

With my hand at the back of his neck, I grip him tightly and tug his mouth to mine, lips devouring and hands greedy for this omega. Formyomega.

That thought sends me into a spiral of need, my heart beating frantically beneath my rib cage while I kiss Aero like he’s the air I need to breathe. Thankfully, the feeling is reciprocated, and Aero damn near bruises my lips with the force of his kisses. He lowers his body onto mine, and I feel every inch of his body pressed against mine.

Every. Single. Inch.

Like the feel of him, the hardened length of his cock pushing against his sweatpants, sets off an explosion of desire inside me, I relent to every feeling and succumb to what I clearly want most.

My hands and under Aero’s shirt, running over smooth expanses of skin, without any kind of coaxing. He groans into my mouth as he kisses me like I’m exactly what he needs to live, and my hips raise and grind against him with a needy, little mewl of my own.

Before I know it, our hands are roaming, exploring, and sneaking under clothing. Aero’s hands sneak under my shirt, finding my braless breasts, and the sound that pours out of him damn near makes me feral.

I grind against him again, feeling his hard length through his sweatpants and my flimsy shorts, and I break free of his mouth only to pant, “Clothes. Too many of them.”

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, right before he’s sitting up and tearing his shirt over his head. With little modesty and a hunger in his eyes that only fuels my arousal, his thumbs hook his pants and boxers, tugging them both down over his hips in one fell swoop.

My greedy eyes roam over every perfectly sculpted inch of the man, the smooth skin, the divots and ridges of defined muscle, not overpowering but enough to have my mouth watering, and the sexy adonis belt that leads to the long, thick length already leaking precum, and a lot of it. He’s a work of art, built to perfection, and my hands reach out to touch without much conscious thought.

Aero’s head falls back with a deep, satisfied sigh as my fingers glide over his chest, lowering until I’m teasing the hairs at the base of his cock. Through gritted teeth that reveal the restraint he’s implementing, he grunts, “As much as I want your hands on me, baby, I need you more.”

Chest heaving and eyes roaming all the way back up his delectable body, I stare into his pale eyes and breathe, “Then take me.”

He’s suddenly like a man possessed, kicking out of his pants and boxers before his hands are on me, removing my clothes one by one with painstaking slowness. Greedy eyes take in every inch revealed, and any remote level of shyness I would have felt before completely dissipates as his gaze grows absolutely lethal.

That look alone has me soaked, slick dripping out of me in rivulets, a need so bone deep and famished roaring inside me that it almost feels like I’ll go insane if I don’t have him inside me in the next five seconds.

Apparently, he’s very much on the same wavelength, because he’s hovering above me the next moment, eyes scanning my entire face. My thighs part easily for him, my legs framing his hips the moment he has the space to slot himself between them, and I moan loudly at the first touch of his cock against my slick soaked center.

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