Page 36 of Pack Favero

She raises an eyebrow, and I groan as I drop my head back with wavering patience. It damn near snaps when she teases, “There’s always tomorrow.”

“Zira,” I growl, her name coming out more demonic than I intended, but I only have so much self-control. I’m not built like Alek. I don’t have the patience. So, if she makes one more cheeky joke about ditching the date to do other things, I’m calling her bluff.

“What?” she protests with a laugh. “It’s you that asked me on a date. We could always not and say we did and move on to—”

I kiss her again before hauling her off her feet, her legs banding around my waist with a squeak of surprise that I swallow with my hungry mouth. Her arms are still wrapped around my shoulders, and I trap the one where it is when I cup the back of her head and pull her closer, needing to deepen the kiss. Needing to taste every inch of her. To fill my lungs with her banana-split-and-caramel scent that sweetens and thickens around us with a flood of arousal that has her perfuming deliciously for me.

Against my lips and between kisses, she informs, “This isn’t helping the slick situation from before.”

“Good,” I growl, kissing her harder as I carry her to the couch, turning our positions until I’m laying her down and climbing on top of her, still kissing her like her full lips are the source of life. When I pull back, I peer down at her and demand, “You have two choices. Either we put the brakes on this and I take you on the date I had planned, or we can—”

“Not and say we did?” she teases, raising a questioningeyebrow at me as her hands slowly begin to wander.

Gritting my teeth at the feel of her fingers trailing over my chest, lowering and lowering until they’re teasing the waistband of my jeans, I grit, “We either leave this apartment right now, or I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast on this couch, Zira. I’m hanging on by a thread.”

My pretty little omega gasps, and I watch with an enamored fascination as a blush stains her cheeks and her eyes turn glassy with the sudden gush of arousal that brings with it a stronger dose of her perfume. I can already feel the slick heat seeping between her leggings, which tells me she was probably telling the truth about needing to change her panties already, and I groan as her scent grows stronger and sweeter around me.

“It’s up to you, Freckles. Are you going to keep teasing me until I snap and give you what you clearly want, or are you going to be a good girl and go on a date with me?” I rasp, my voice rough with the soul-deep need I have for this omega.

For months now, this need has grown and grown until all I can think of is Zira Favero. Of her wild, copper hair that looks like a freshly lit fire in the sun, of her expressive, pale-green eyes and full lips that could send a man to his damned knees. She’s all I think about from the first moment I wake up, to when I finally shut my eyes at night, and every moment in between. She’s under my skin, in my veins, and wrapped around my heart so thoroughly already that there’s no doubt Zira is mine and I’m hers.

It’s no wonder my tether to my sanity has snapped after finally tasting her following months of trying to get to know her, of spending every lunch with her that I could, of keeping an eye on her in case she needed something, of obsessing so much over every damned inch of the woman that I can’t think straight when she’s near anymore.

Panting beneath me, those beautiful eyes growing glassywith a desire that matches my own, Zira stares up at me for only a few short seconds before she whispers, “How difficult would it be to reschedule this date?”

My cock has never turned harder faster, which is saying something, because the mere thought of Zira has me throbbing most days. But that aroused sparkle in her eye, the pointed nipples I spy through her shirt, and the unmistakable plume of her perfume has me rocking a hard-on from hell, and I can only do one thing about it.

“Fuck me,” I groan, right before I slam my mouth down against hers and kiss her for all I’m worth.

The moment I start, I can’t stop. I’m drinking her in deeply, licking, sucking, biting at her lips until Zira is moaning beneath me, her hips writhing and arms wrapping around my shoulders like she wants to keep me exactly where I am. I lose my hat at some point, finding I couldn’t care less, because all I can focus on is the taste of her on my tongue and the feel of her beneath me.

When my hands join in, mapping her curves like I’ve wanted to for weeks, Zira breaks her lips free and moans loudly, this sweet, sexy little sound that fucks any restraint left I might have had in my body.

“I need these clothes gone, as gorgeous as you look in them,” I rasp, eyeing the cropped shirt that reveals enough pale skin that my mouth waters with the need to taste.

“By all means, free me of them. Seems you’d like them better on the floor, anyway,” she breathlessly teases, and I flash her a devious grin before shuffling down her body to lean in and kiss the soft, creamy strip of skin beneath her breasts that are still woefully covered. Not for long.

As I drag my lips over her ribs, I hook my fingers into her leggings, looking up at her from beneath my eyelashes. She’s already watching me, a beautiful blush staining her freckledcheeks, though she doesn’t seem the least bit shy. In fact, that blush seems to be one more of need than anything, her emotions reflected to me in those pale eyes that beg me to give her what she wants, what she needs.

“Last chance before I get you naked and bury my face between these thighs like I’ve wanted to for months, Zira,” I warn, my voice resembling how I imagine it would sound if I swallowed grit.

“How can I make it easier for you?” she breathes, right before the little minx lifts her hips and tugs her leggings down without my aid, keeping her eyes locked on mine as though she’s showing me how serious she is about this.

It’s all I need before I’m tearing her clothes away, her boots flying somewhere behind me and her leggings discarded on the floor beside us, right before I hook her legs over my shoulder and I’m delving between her legs with a fierce growl.

Zira cries out in desire-filled shock at the first long swipe of my tongue through her wettened folds, her flavor busting over my tastebuds in a flood of banana, cream, and caramel. I fucking love it, inhaling so deeply I drown in her scent. I’d die a happy alpha if it were to kill me.

The first lick has a domino effect on my self-control, the thread snapping so thoroughly that I’m not surprised when one lick turns into another, and another, until I’m practically devouring my omega like a man starved.

Zira’s cries of pleasure and beautiful moans only fuel my effort, my cock hardening to the point of painful when she starts rolling her hips, grinding with a wordless demand for more. She’s breathless and needy and suddenly all omega right now, sweet mewls slipping free with every lick of her folds and suck of her sensitive clit I inflict on her.

Knowing how flexible my girl is, I lift her legs from my shoulders, pushing them higher until her knees are practicallytouching her shoulders and delve back in with more vigor.

“Oh my god, Barnes. I’m going to come. Oh, shit,” she chants, her moans growing in volume until it’s all I can hear over the rush of blood that soars straight to my cock.

I don’t stop ravishing her, fucking her with my tongue so thoroughly that I’m never going to get the taste of her from my mouth. It only takes a few more licks and a gentle suckle of her clit before she’s crying out with a wild buck of her hips as she breaks, her climax crashing over her so beautifully that I can’t help but watch as I devour her through her release.

Legs trembling, pussy fluttering, and slick and cum dripping from her entrance now, Zira turns absolutely languid as she shakes through her aftershocks, and I take one last lick of her before pulling back and crawling over her body.

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