Page 43 of Pack Favero

My body shivers and prickles with goosebumps, the beating of my heart speeding up as his words sink into my mind. The effect of his words is sudden, my body reacting instantly. Arousal hits me like a sledgehammer, and I perfume wildly while slick pools between my legs in a wet wave of sweet-scented liquid that Lazarus can likely feel from where his boxer-brief-covered shaft is trapped beneath me.

Laz’s arms band tighter around me on his next inhale, and a deep, rumbling growl batters through his chest as he witnesses just how much I like the idea that he’s been battling his need for me so I could sleep. That my rubbing against him subconsciously has left him hard and fighting the urge to take what he wants before I’m properly rested.

It takes little else before I’m worked up and needy, my core clenching as my heart thunders in my chest. I already know I want Laz. I want them all, and I’ve made a promise to myself not to hold back. I don’t want to hold back. I want this pack. I want all they have to offer, want their time and affection, their laughter, sexy looks, and caring touches.

So, taking the same leap as I did with Barnes, I push myself up until my upper body hovers above Lazarus’s, my hands pushed into either side of the pillow he rests his head on. I’m met with smoldering, mossy-green eyes as he peers up at me, a serious expression on his face that holds more intensity than itdoes its usually calm patience.

Running my gaze all over his face, loving the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that tell me he’s laughed a lot in life, the pinch between his brows that tells me he’s holding himself back, and the way his jaw clenches tightly as he watches me back, I whisper, “I’m awake now.”

Heat fills his eyes like a wildfire soars through them, and his hands slowly glide up my naked back as he rasps, “What are you saying, sweetheart?”

“I’m saying, why are you holding back if my resting was the only thing stopping you?” I push, adding conviction to my voice.

A rumble of approval rattles his chest before he suddenly flips our positions, my back landing in the cloud-like comfort of his bed as he slots his hips between my thighs and presses into me. I gasp when I feel his length press against my center, only two thin strips of material separating us, and I’m panting for air as he leans in and intensely asks, “Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.”

The word slips free as easily as breathing, and there’s no mistaking the desire within the one syllable word that has more of an effect than anything else I could have uttered.

Laz groans suddenly, clenching his teeth as he roams his gaze all over my face before they dip low and trail over every bit of my bare body his eyes can reach. When they come back to me, they’re nuclear with arousal, and I gasp when a new wave of heat washes through me.

“You want me, Zira?” he checks, dipping the lower half of his body to gently grind against me, almost like he’s testing my conviction. Like he’s confirming my words. Jokes on him, because wild horses couldn’t tear me away from this alpha. I’m already wet enough that it'll take little resistance for him tobottom out as soon as he sinks inside me, and I want that. I need it, more than I need oxygen to fill my lungs.

To prove it, I wrap my legs around him and yank his body to mine, moaning when his length drags over my pussy. I’m thickening the air with my perfume, our scents bleeding together, creating a heady concoction of sweet, soft, and earth that soothes and riles me up all at once.

My voice is breathy and lust-filled when I say, “I want you, Laz.”

A slow, sexy grin breaks out over his face, those laughter lines crinkling and swooping my belly with butterflies before he drawls, “Then the princess must get what she wants. On your belly for me, sweetheart. Present for your alpha.”

My alpha. Oh fuck, I like that. I like it a lot.

Doing as I’m told as soon as Laz frees my body, I roll to my belly and raise my lower half off the bed, tucking my knees into the mattress with panting breaths of anticipation. Lazarus groans behind me, and I startle as his hands grip my hips with a fervent touch, gasping when he leans in to press a kiss to the curve of my ass. It’s distracting enough that I don’t even realize the sneaky alpha has hooked my panties over his thumbs, tugging my body free. It’s only when his heated breath fans over my slick folds that I realize I’m bare to him, and I moan loudly when he leans in to lick a long, languid stroke of his tongue through the slick pooled at my entrance.

“You taste like fucking heaven, sweetheart,” Laz growls against my folds before delving in for more, licking me from clit to entrance and back, driving me out of my mind already.

“Laz,” I pant, mewling into the pillow when he sucks my clit into his mouth and sparks of pleasure ripple over my skin.

Laz growls harshly against my body, sending vibrations through me before he pulls away and grits, “Saying my name like that should come with a warning, Zira.”

I flash a grin, still breathless and trembling with arousal, and I moan, “Lazarus.”

“Fuck.Fuuuck,” he growls in turn, and I have little warning before I gasp into the pillow when he spanks my ass swiftly and sharply, my gasp quickly turning into a haggard moan as he rubs the flesh of my ass. It’s clearly not the reaction he was expecting, because he curses colorfully before muttering, “Does the princess like a little spanking?”

Turning my head, I pant, “You should check.”

Chuckling darkly, he does, swiping his fingers between my folds and finding me soaked and desperate for him. The groan that leaves him this time is filled with hunger, and I moan when he presses his fingers inside me slowly, the slick sound of him penetrating my body, adding to the heady atmosphere.

“You’re tight, darling. So tight,” he rasps, his voice strained like he’s still holding back.

Before I can urge him on, however, he starts pumping those fingers in and out of me, fucking me slowly at first before picking up the pace. It takes very little time before I’m moaning and gasping into the pillow, already feeling the first licks of my climax gaining on me.

Laz must feel it, too, because with only a swift spank and a growled, “Come for me, Zira,” I’m obeying like a good little omega. I bite down on the pillow as a flood of arousal washes through me, my release stealing my air and coating Laz’s fingers with slick and cum in an instant.

Before I’ve even come down from one orgasm, Laz positions himself between my legs, and I feel the wet head of his shaft press against my entrance a moment before he sinks in hard and deep, sheathing himself to the base of his knot easily.

“Oh, shit, Zira. Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, his large hands gripping my hips as he pulls back and thrusts harshly back into my body, jostling me as I cry in both relief and arousal,only vaguely noting that he’s thicker than Barnes, filling me to bursting with every drive of his hips.

He only allows me a moment to adjust to his size, my body accommodating him well enough that when he pulls back, I miss the sensation of fullness instantly. A feeling that’s rectified when Laz pounds into me once, then twice, before he’s fucking me hard and fast and so fucking good that I lose all control of my voice box. I’m crying out, moaning and mewling, and damn near screaming as he sinks into my pussy over and over, his own grunts joining my sounds of pleasure.

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