Page 49 of Pack Favero

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“Well,” she drawls teasingly. “Since you can’t see the effect you have on me quite so blatantly, though you can probably scent it easily enough, I have a proposition for you.”

I inhale just as she says it, and I can smell the very obvious change in her scent immediately. Her perfume growsthick with sweetness, the sugar overriding the cream, hints of caramel sticking to the back of my throat in the best way imaginable as she grows aroused. It’s doing absolutely nothing to soften my raging cock. In fact, it does the very opposite, my balls officially aching with my need for her.

So, leaning over her, my fists falling to either side of her head, my lips twitch as I rumble, “Consider me intrigued. What’s your proposition?”

That sexy little grin breaks out over her face once more, even as she continues to blush like a virgin on her wedding day, and she rocks my world as she offers, “Why don’t you check for yourself how wet I am for you already and then we can both decide who’s hotter for the other.”

Well, fuck me hard and fast.

In a game of saucy flirting and forward sexual banter, Zira officially takes the crown, because there’s no way I’m topping that. Even with her pink cheeks and bashful bite of her full lower lip, there’s absolutely no way I’m even trying to beat it. Not that I’d be able to, because I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body has flown south for winter, my cock aching something fierce as it stands to attention so rigidly that there’s absolutely no mistaking that I’m iron hard and desperate for my omega.

The purr rattles from my chest before I realize I’m doing it, and I drop my face close to hers before asking, “That what you want, baby?”

My voice is rough and husky, a clear sign of what she’s doing to me if my fucking hard on wasn’t indication enough, and the heat in Zira’s eyes doubles. She wriggles beneath me, but I don’t let up, a dangerous smirk pulling at my lips as I drag the tip of my nose along hers, inhaling her sweet, soft, and sugary scent that I literally dream about.

“Tell me, Zira. Tell me you want my hand in your panties, feeling the slick between your thighs,” I demand, only nowrealizing how desperately I want to hear the dirty words fall from her lips made of sin, not because I’m trying to one up her in a game of sexy banter, but because it seems almost crucial that I hear those words come from my omega. I fucking need them.

Zira inhales sharply, her perfume flooding the gym, and I just know that my fingers will be soaked the moment I slip my hand beneath the waistband of those tiny shorts that have been teasing me for over an hour.

Blushing a gorgeous shade of red, her freckles popping against her skin, Zira eyes me for a long moment before she finally breathes, “Do it. I want you to.”

“Fuck,” I rasp, my cock twitching beneath my shorts, my heart beating harshly in my chest.

When I don’t move straight away, the little brat beneath me quirks an eyebrow and goads, “Or I could do it myself. I’ve had plenty of practice on that front.”

Words are spilling from me before I can stop them, and the rewarding grin I receive makes me feel like I just conquered too many battles to fucking count. “Touch what’s mine and I’ll hog tie you and keep you at my mercy until I think you’ve learned a lesson.”

She’s breathless, pupils blown wide, when she retorts, “That seems more like incentive to keep pushing your buttons, baby. If it was meant to deter me, then you have me pegged all wrong.”

The challenging gleam in her eyes, the cheeky smirk, and the term of endearment is too much for me to handle, and I’m moving quicker than I ever have in my whole life as I climb off Zira’s strong, nimble body to kneel beside her. When she tries to sit up, my hand darts out, and I flatten her to the mats once more with my palm pressed against her heated skin just before I reach for the waistband of her shorts with the other.

Zira gasps, and I grin darkly at her before I rumble, “Justhow wet am I going to find you, little lady?”

She shrugs, breathing hard, a desperate anticipation etched over her gorgeous face, and breathes, “Only one way to find out.”

Then the little minx parts her legs, and like a magnet for my eyes, I can’t help the way my gaze darts down her body to the apex of her thighs. There, I find her sage-green shorts soaked through, and I groan. I groan fucking loudly.

“So damn wet,” I grit, right before I shove my hand into her panties and feel the slick heat for myself, my cock twitching as soon as my fingers are covered and I’m gliding them through Zira’s folds. “This all for me, Zira?”

“Yes,” she pants, eyes shuttering closed with a soft mewl as I tease her entrance with my fingertips, gathering her slick before dragging my fingers to her clit.

She’s already swollen and so damned responsive that she almost bucks right off the mat when I circle the bundle of nerves, barely putting any pressure on her. Chuckling deeply, my purr kicking back up in my chest, I grind, “How much do you want, baby?”

Zira’s eyes pop open, and I clench my jaw at the sight of the untamed desire that pours from her gaze, heart beating double time beneath my ribs. Then she slays me with her next words, ruining me for all other women as though she hadn’t already done it before I scented her for the first time. “I want all of you, Alek. Every single inch. Don’t hold back.”

Nodding slowly, I keep my eyes on hers, pulse thrumming and blood searing through my veins as I dip my hand and slip my fingers inside her waiting pussy. I grit my teeth when I feel just how tight she is, my fingers slipping inside her slick channel easily enough with how damned wet she is.

Zira’s moan is unrestrained and so damn sexy that I’m sure I would have spilled in my boxers if I weren’t so focused onher heat, her sounds, and the unmistakable perfume that now clouds the air around us with soft banana, sugary cream, and thick caramel that overrides my senses.

It’s that moan that unleashes whatever I was holding on to that would have allowed me to take this slow. Instead, I start pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds of my movements fueling the blood-boiling need I have for this woman.

“Oh my god,” she moans, jerking her hips with every thrust of my fingers, and I almost grin at her to claim the title of God. But then she pants, “I’m so close already. I’m going to come.”

Oh, fuck yeah.

Watching her face closely, desperate to see her expression the moment she falls over the ledge, I fuck her faster and harder, crooking my fingers the moment I sink them right to the webbing of my hand. It’s all it takes before she detonates, crying out as her face morphs into one of pure pleasure just as her walls clamp down tightly on my hands as though she’s trying to lock down on my fingers as she gushes hot, wet slick and cum all over my hand.

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