Page 37 of Pack Favero

Pressing into her, my still-covered cock finding the place it wants to be most, I grin down at Zira when she gasps, wrapping her still trembling legs around my waist. I wait for her glassy eyes to flutter open before rumbling, “Still want to go on that date, or you want more?”

Zira laughs breathlessly. “I’m considering this as our date. We’re just getting to the good parts first. Like eating dessert before dinner. I’m not done with dessert yet.”

Fuck me, but she couldn’t be anymore perfect.

So, without further dialogue between us, I lean in and kiss her languidly, sharing her taste and relishing in the moan that fills the space between us. With her lips on mine, I manhandle her until she’s sitting in my lap, her bare pussy now seated perfectly on the bulge of my length. I can feel the slick heat of her seeping through my jeans, and I don’t have it in me to give a shit when Zira rolls her hips and kisses me harder, sending a shockwave of muted pleasure through my body.

“Get these off,” the bossy, little omega demands, sliding her hands to the waistband of my jeans and tugging before shereclaims the kiss she’s broken to ask for what she wants.

I don’t hesitate, kicking my shoes and socks off before undoing my pants and shuffling out of them while still drinking in Zira’s kisses, swallowing her soft moans and gasps when I finally free myself and my rock-hard cock drags across her slick and swollen folds. My knot is already swollen and desperate for her, my balls aching something fierce to release everything I have into her body, the thought of filling her with my cum bringing out a fierce growl from my chest.

With nothing between us now, Zira shucks her coat while she continues to kiss and nip at my lower lip. My hands, which had been resting on her waist, begin to travel. One sinks into the hair at the nape of her neck, keeping her mouth trapped against mine, while the other finds purchase on her hip. I use the hold I have on her to manhandle her some more, adjusting her body until my cock is notched at her entrance, her slick coating the tip of my shaft and mingling with the precum pooled there.

Just as I pull my mouth away from hers, only enough to speak, Zira shakes her head and cuts me off before a single word escapes. “If you need me to write it on my forehead that I need you to fuck me hard, fast, and thoroughly, Barnes, I’ll do it. But for the love of everything, please take my word for it that if you’re not knot deep inside me in the next five seconds, I might turn feral.”

Fuck it. That’s all I need for whatever lingering doubts that I might be going too fast for her to dissipate.

Dragging her mouth back to mine and smiling against her mouth as she squeaks in surprise, I surge my hips upward the same time I tug her down on my length, impaling her with one hard thrust. Her gasp is lost among the pleasure that explodes in my body, my heart pounding harshly beneath my ribcage, and my hand on her hip tightens until I’m sure she’ll be sporting finger-like bruises there tomorrow.

“Fuuuck,” I groan against her mouth, my balls tightening as much as her walls wrapped around me allow, her wet heat suffocating my cock in the best damned way possible. “So tight, Freckles. Shit.”

Zira moans loudly, her walls fluttering as she adjusts to the intrusion, her tight body shivering with need as she cries, “You’re so big.”

“You fit me perfectly, baby. Absolutely perfect,” I grit through clenched teeth, giving her a moment to adjust before she starts rolling her hips. She goes slow at first, testing the waters and driving me out of my damned mind, before she grows the confidence to start dragging that incredible pussy up and down my length. A slow, steady rumble builds in my chest as I roam my eyes all over her, watching her face as she glides her body along my shaft, drinking in the pleasure sketched all over her face. I run my eyes over her body, only encased in a cropped shirt that I instantly remove, and I’m groaning all over again when I realize she’s bare beneath it. “Dirty girl. Where’s your bra?”

“I have small boobs. I can get away without one,” she moans, dropping her body down hard on my cock and shutting the the fuck up of all words. Instead, I’m full of growls, grunts, and groans as she starts fucking me, riding my shaft with an increasing speed that is stealing every ounce of my sanity along with her cries and mewls and sexy moans.

It doesn't take long before I feel her walls ripple with another impending release, her cries growing louder and breathier. When her movements falter, I take over, thrusting into her body while I fuck her at a faster speed, hitting a spot deeper inside her that sends Zira spiraling over the edge with an almost scream that I’ll be replaying in my mind for years to come. “Give it to me, Freckles. Every last drop. Good fucking girl.”

She pulses around me as she comes, slick pooling between us as I continue to pump in and out of her, dragging out her orgasm. She’s gripping at my hoodie, hands clenched in the material at my shoulders as she loses herself to her pleasure, and I can do nothing but watch like I’m seeing my favorite movie for the first time ever.

When she starts relaxing, walls still fluttering, I manage to sink deeper and deeper until my knot teases her entrance. At the fist brush, we both moan, and I clench my jaw against the pleasure that races through me like a galloping herd of wild horses.

“Can you take my knot, Zira? Do you want it?” I grit, grinding against her, teasing her omega body with an alpha knot she’s almost taking.

“Everything,” she breathes, gasping as I sink deeper. “I want it all.”

And I’ll be damned if I don’t have it in me not to give it to her.

So, with one precise thrust of my hips and tug of her hips, I pull Zira down on top of me until my knot slots inside her greedy pussy and her body locks down on me tight.

“Ah, fuck. Shit,” I growl, hugging her to my body as I fight the urge to spill into her straight away, the pleasure so strong that it would take only one roll of her hips before I lose it.

A roll she makes as she cries out with a sudden release that steals her breath and takes me right over the edge with her. Before I know it, I’m coming hard, spilling my own release deep inside her body as she shakes and trembles with her own orgasm. My cock spurts jets of cum over and over until her pussy is overflowing, our combined juices leaking between us and making a mess which I find sexy enough that my cock twitches inside her.

Zira moans and she falls against my chest, panting forair as she continues to shake life a leaf, rocking us both with her aftershocks. She only stays there for a moment before she pulls back, frowns at my hoodie, and wrangles me out of it and my shirt. Only when I’m as bare as she is does she return, draping herself over me with a satisfied sigh that has me smiling dopily as I bundle her closer, groaning when her body jerks my knot latched snugly inside her.

Without a word, I adjust our positions until I’m lying along the length of Zira’s couch, her hot body sprawled over me as she comes down from the high of her climax. Using the blanket on the back of the couch, I drape it over us both as I lie down and adjust Zira until she’s comfy on top of me. We’re both still breathing hard, covered in slick and cum and a light sheen of sweat, but neither of us care, content to lie here together for however long it takes to come back from the pleasure-induced nirvana we were just sent to.

I don’t mean to fall asleep, locked inside Zira’s tight, warm body, but feeling her breathing on top of me, her breath tickling my chest as she draws patterns on my skin with the tips of her fingers, sends me into such a state of relaxation that there’s no hope in keeping my eyes open. So, with a gritty rumble in my chest that I recognize as my purr, I lull Zira to sleep with me, both of us passing out on her couch, bare and entwined, my heart blissfully full and happy as my mind.

Chapter 13

Zira

A deep, gritty purr and a soft touch drawing patterns onto my skin wakes me from the best sleep I’ve had in years, and I yawn against the hard body cushioning mine, my cheek pressed against a warm chest that vibrates against me. Instantly, my smile breaks free, memories of last night surfacing as quickly as the rain falls.

“What are you smiling about?” Barnes asks, his voice raspy with sleep, and my smile grows as I close my eyes against the sunshine that spills into the room through my open living room curtains.

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