Page 48 of Pack Favero

I grin as I eye the woman of my dreams. “Damn straight. I’m sorry we’re gonna have to postpone Sunday family dinner.”

“Ah, don’t even worry about it. I’m going to bug the shit out of Meemaw until you’re ready to let me be around your woman. Which, by the way, is stupid. I know I’ve said it already,but I have met the woman. She’s the librarian at my school. What do you think will happen?” Silver grumbles, and I snicker at her dramatic ass.

“That was Polite Silver, back when you didn’t know Zira was going to belong to me and my pack. Family Silver is a whole other tornado,” I tease, grinning when she snorts and hums in agreement. “I’ll unleash you on her as soon as I’ve made sure Zira knows she’s not going anywhere.”

“Alright, bro. Go woo your woman and I’ll continue to be polite and shit at school,” she snickers. “Give me a call or something when you’re ready to unchain my muzzle. Love you.”

“Love you,” I laugh, ending the call and discarding my cell, sliding it across the floor as I continue to watch my little lady.

“I’ve never had such a captivated audience before,” She breathlessly jabs, flashing me a cheeky grin when she lowers her head and finds me in the exact same position I arrived in. That was, I think, maybe an hour ago?

Beaming at her, I shrug and admit, “I’ve never been into gymnastics until you, but the way you just rocked the mats like a pro just sent me out of the stratosphere and back again.”

Zira laughs through her panting, her already pink cheeks darkening with a blush, a spike in her scent that tells me she likes the compliment mingling with the rest of the smells around us. “Well, I’d take a bow, but I think I might collapse if I try it. I went a little harder today, just to shake out the jitters.”

“Energy overload?” I ask without judgement, because I know. I’ve been there.

“Energy overload,” she confirms, huffing another laugh before dropping her hands from her waist and lifting them over her head, stretching that beautiful body with a pained groan. “Definitely going to regret it later, but at least I’m not shaking like an angry vibrator anymore, right?”

I fucking choke on my inhale, laughing once I’m done coughing, and I catch her sly little smirk before she suddenly bends at the waist, dropping her fingers to her toes and showing off the perfect globes of her ass in shorts that should come with a warning label.

“Holy shit,” I rasp, eyeing her like an animal who’s being teased with a delicious slab of meat I’d be more than happy to devour. Fucking me, I’ve been wanting to devour this woman long before I learned her name, when she was just a scent that clung to Barnes every day. Little did I know back then that the omega whose scent is literally my favorite dessert, would becomemyomega. “What an ass.”

“What was that?” she asks, peering at me from between her legs, and I fight every urge not to react like a fucking Viking and take her right there and then.

Eyes widening a fraction, I panic, blurting the first thing I can think of instead of repeating myself, “Need help stretching?”

Oh, fuck, why did I say that? I’m already sporting a boner just from watching her fold herself in damned half. Now I’m going to have to get up close and personal. It’s like a sexy form of torture that I willingly signed up for like the idiot I am around her.

Zira stands and turns to face me, propping her dainty hands on her slim hips and raises an eyebrow at me as she makes a pointed effort to glance at my shorts. “Think you can cope without that hammer breaking through your shorts?”

Frowning, I peer down at my lap, groaning with a roll of my eyes when I realize by raging hard on is very noticeable. So much for sitting down thinking that would disguise my body’s reaction to my omega. Ever since I stole those kisses at North Five, when she called me baby over the phone and it set a fire in my veins I haven’t been able to extinguish, I’ve been in a semi-permanant state of rock hard when it comes to Zira Favero. It’s really no surprise that I’m sporting wood right now, with her dressed in very little and showcasing all the ways I could bend her while I’m balls deep in her tight body and making her mine.

Deciding to own it, because she’s my woman after all, I shrug and stand. “Can’t help it when you’re around, little lady. Just the scent and sight of you does shit to my body.”

Like that was all she needed to hear, Zira flashes me a vibrant grin with her rosy cheeks darkening the freckles scattered over her pale skin, and she licks her lower lip before she saucily quips, “It was the downward dog that got you going, wasn’t it?”

I run my tongue over my teeth to try and tame the smile that wants to break free, more so when she’s beaming at me like a ray of sunshine breaking through rain clouds, and I shake my head in the negative.

“Oh? Was it the splits? It was, wasn’t it?” she goads, watching me closely as I lift myself from the ground slowly, stealthily, her pale-green eyes sparkling with amusement and something else that’s very dangerous to a man that’s been pining for his omega and jerking off in the shower to thoughts of her every chance he gets.

I shake my head again, before tilting it from side to side, hearing a click each time, enjoying the challenging glint that appears in those pretty eyes. I kick my legs back, stretching my thighs out one at a time, before rolling my shoulders back, keeping my eyes on my bratty woman.

Narrowing hers at me, she bites her lip before blurting, “Was it when I bent—?”

Before she can even finish her sentence, I’m bolting toward her, fast enough that she doesn’t see me coming until I’m halfway across the mats, and by that point, it’s too late. Zira screeches with a wild giggle before she turns to try and run, butI’m on her like white on rice before the little shit can take three strides away from me.

Tackling to her the floor, cupping the back of her head so she goes down safely, I use my body to pin her to the mats right before I tickle the crap out of her, sitting on top of her while grinning like a madman as she cackles and begs for mercy, trying to swat at me but failing while I have her arms pinned to her sides.

“White flag!” she wails through her infectious laughter, hips bucking in an attempt to shuck me off her. I don’t budge an inch, because what I lack in flexibility I more than make up in weight and muscle. “Mercy! Sanctuary!”

Laughing at her breathlessly shouting words of surrender through her chortles, I pause my attack on her ticklish waist and demand, “Are you done mocking me?”

“Done! So done,” she wheezes, flushed from head to toe and absolutely breath-takingly beautiful, her smile stretched so wide that I know it has to be aching. Hell, I’m smiling so big that my cheeks are protesting.

“Are you going to keep busting my balls for finding my woman fucking hot enough to leave me with a constant hard on?” I push, and the cheeky little shit glances down at my lap where, sure enough, she finds me tenting my shorts and throbbing for her.

Licking her lower lip, she swallows hard while still laughing breathlessly before she says, “How about we make it even?”

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