Page 55 of Pack Favero

“Should we wake her before we get there, or when we pull up?” Mac queries, glancing at our omega as though he can’t keep his eyes off her for too long.

I can relate.

Every five minutes or less I find myself checking the mirror for her, as though I’m worried she’s going to suddenly disappear from the back seat. But there she remains, asleep and blissfully unaware that there are two alphas constantly watching her because they can’t get enough.

“I say let her sleep. We’re only ten minutes out, and I know those two assholes kept her up way too late last night,” I grumble, though not out of jealousy, but envy. Since Mac and I are stealing her away for a long-weekend getaway to make up for the time we’ve missed spending with her, Laz and Barnes played dibs on monopolizing her time last night. Alek was out of the running since he already has his time with her, but it didn’t stop him from grumbling about the unfairness of things when he wasn’t allowed to play rock, paper, scissors to win Zira’s time and attention. When Laz and Champ battled it out, they came to a tie, so they decided to simply lock Zira away with them together.

“You heard it, too, huh?” Mac groans, blushing already.

Nodding as I take the next turn, I roll my eyes. “Was hard not to hear. Our girl is a screamer.”

“Maybe invest in some earplugs if the sound of me orgasming is a bother to you,” the cheeky, little omega teases from behind me, and I flicker my eyes to the back seat, finding her smirking and already watching me with sparkling, minty-green eyes and a red mark on her beautiful face.

“On the contrary, pretty girl,” I correct, smirking at her. “I actually enjoy those sounds you make. I just wish they werecaused by me. Instead, I was forced to listen to you three having the time of your life while fighting the urge to jack off to those sweet moans and wall-shaking screams I didn’t know you could make.”

As expected, a blush burns up her neck and into her cheek, my words shutting her up real quick, though she does bite her lip to hide the smile I can see glittering in her eyes.

It’s just as I turn my focus back on the road once more that my omega chirps, “Maybe you’ll get your chance to witness the live show. If you play your cards right, that is.”

I damn near swerve the car, my hands clamping down tight to the steering wheel as Mac grabs at the ‘oh shit’ handle as he laughs, his cheeks burning as brightly as Zira’s. As soon as I’m sure the car won’t end up in a ditch because my omega stunned me into forgetting I’m driving with precious cargo, I glance at her and find her grinning madly at me, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Shaking my head slowly, my lips pulling up into a feral smirk, I warn, “Just you wait until we get to the house. I’ll have you screaming in no time.”

“Promises, promises,” she quips, right before she shuts her eyes once more and sighs as though she didn’t just pose a challenge that I will absolutely win.

***

Mac is laughing hysterically as he stands by and watches as I dangle Zira over the dock, her feet hovering over the chilly lake water as she screams and laughs, begging for mercy.

“Does this mean I win?” I ask her, my lips brushing her ear as my arms stay banded around her waist while I hold her back to my front, her feet kicking rapidly at the air as though that will move me.

“You win! I yield, I yield,” she surrenders, laughing so hard that her laughter morphs into a long, drawn-out wheeze that has me laughing right along with her.

“Are you going to keep issuing challenges that you have no chance of winning?” I push, grinning widely as she inhales just to start laughing all over again.

“We all could have won if you hadn’t nabbed me the moment I got out of the car and threatened me with a cold dunk in the lake,” she points out through her chortles, posing a very good point. But I figure we have five days with our omega to make her scream in the ways she was teasing, so why not get her back for teasing while I was driving. I spent the remaining ten minutes of the car ride sporting a hard on, and based on the way Mac kept shuffling in an attempt to get comfy in his seat, she had the very same effect on him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I goad, pretending to drop her, only to catch her as she screams and laughs so loud that she scares a flock of birds from their perch in a nearby tree.

“It would have been tons of fun. Tons of sexy, sweaty, and filthy fun,” she informs through panting breaths and bouts of laughter.

Grinning, I pull my head back and grin over at Mac. “Hear that, brother? Zira wants sexy, sweaty, filthy fun.”

As predicted, he blushes, but he doesn’t back down from the idea. Instead, his eyes fall on Zira and he says, “I’ve changed my mind. I like her idea better.”

“See? Someone sees sense,” she wheezes, wriggling in an attempt to get free despite hovering over the frigid lake.

Sighing as though I’m absolutely put off with my plans being thwarted, I pull her away from the lake and grumble, “No matter which plan we went with, it would have gotten you wet.”

“Oh my god,” she pants, her chuckles tapering off before she says, “Well, you definitely made me scream. Touché,Crawford Hart. Touché.”

Carrying her back to my brother, who only stands five feet away, I press a kiss to her neck and tease, “How about we make you scream in the good kind of way now?”

I hear her breath catch, but the little minx opts to play hard to get instead, sassing, “After you just held me over the lake like a criminal? Absolutely not.”

“I didn’t do it. Am I also excluded from the original plan?” my shithead brother asks, smirking at me as I glare at him without an ounce of annoyance.

Distracted by the betrayal, Zira manages to wriggle free until she finds her feet, landing on the ground with a muted thud before she skedaddles out of my reach. That’s fair. We’ve been here for ten minutes already and five of those were spent with me threatening her with a dip in the lake.

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