Page 24 of Pack Baines

Not that Lowie allows as much, either. Especially not when he bends at his knees and tears me out of my seat. My legs have only one option, and that is to wrap around his narrow waist, my ankles hooking together to keep myself secure against him while we continue to maul one another like we might die if we stop.

I only vaguely notice Lowie moving, distracted by his wet kisses, the tangle of his tongue with mine distracting me enough that he could walk me to a cliff and throw me over the edge and I simply wouldn’t care. I moan against his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as he carries me to wherever the hell he’s taking me, my body heating strangely as I kiss him with everything I am.

Eventually, Lowie lowers his body, and it takes a slow moment for me to realize he’s carried us to the living room and he’s taken a seat on the couch. My legs fall to either side of his hips so that I’m straddling him, my fingers still clutched in his soft, dark hair he has shorn short on the sides and back, but long enough at the top that I can take a hold of it without issue.

With one arm banded around my back, the other grips my hip and drags my lower body closer to his, and a sound that has never escaped me before slips between our dueling mouths and halts my movements. The whine, a needy, high sound lingers between us, and I’m panting against his mouth with wide eyes and a face filled with shock.

But not Lowie. Oh, no. The guy stares at me for what seems like eons but must only be a few seconds before the brightest fucking grin splits his panty-melting mouth in a smile so vibrant I could do with sunglasses.

“That was a pretty whine, Angel,” he whispers, leaning in to nip at my lower lip and pulling away, forcing me to chase him. That grin grows wider, almost giddy, and he asks, “You never mentioned your designation, only that you came into it while you were at The Center. I’m going to assume you’re an omega, based on that sound and the way you smell like ten flavors of sweetness right now.”

I’m nodding, staring at his lips, almost in a trance as I watch with steadfast attention as his mouth moves around his words. I might also accidentally roll my hips against his, gasping around another whine when I feel the evidence of his desire for me straining against his pants. A hot flush rushes through my body at the speed of an oncoming freight train, and I know for certain that Lowie can smell the effect it has on me.

My skin feels too tight, I’m hot all over, and there is absolutely no doubt there’s a mess of slick in my panties that will resemble a flashing neon sign to alphas all over that there’s a horny omega nearby. I mean, there’s no way Lowie can’t feel my arousal seeping through my boy shorts, because I’m pretty sure I’m leaving a wet patch on his pants where I sit. Right over his rock-hard cock.

“I can’t handle those whines right now, Juniper. Shit,” he breathes, even as his hips grind up into my slick center, rubbing against the material that separates us both. His hands slip beneath my shirt, and he hisses even as his palms flatten against my skin, oblivious to the scars there. “You’re boiling hot, Angel.”

Sure enough, I feel like I’m sitting under the hottest rays of the summer sun. Sweat beads on my forehead and back, droplets sliding down my spine as I practically pant on top of him. I press my hands into his chest, my hips rolling once more like they have a mind of their own, and my brows pinch in mindless confusion. I feel likeI’m going insane, my body warring with my mind. I need him,badly, but it’s like a fever is riding me at the same time. It’s weird as fuck.

One of Lowie’s hands clamps down on my hips, keeping me still, and my whine turns into a whimper. He groans deeply, leaning in to press a kiss to my throat, and it’s like I’m awash with new sensations, feelings, and emotions. My body prickles, tightening for a split second before it relaxes into a languid puddle in his lap. I sigh deeply, tilting my head to allow him better access, and he growls against my throat as he trails kisses up and down my skin. He teases his teeth against my flesh, and a hot flush rushes through me at the sudden idea of him biting me. Of him bonding with me, keeping me, making sure we’re never parted again.

I’m in a hazy world of lust, lost to his touch, his kisses, his heat and scent, when suddenly he tears himself away and I cry out at the loss. I’m a little dazed when Lowie cups my face, and a serious expression greets me as he tugs me so close that I can feel his breath whisper against my parted lips. “Juno, are you on suppressants?”

I nod as best as I can, my words trapped in my throat as an all-consuming arousal burrows deep in my gut.

“When’s your next dose?” he pushes quickly, his words almost a blur.

It takes several tries before I register his words through the thick fog of desire, and my eyes widen when they finally penetrate. “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, no.”

“That’s what I thought,” Lowie snickers, part amusement, part worry. “When did you last take them?”

“The day before yesterday,” I rasp, putting my focus into releasing his hair from my white-knuckled grip. “I was meant to pick up my new prescription but Creek caught me off guard and I must have forgotten.”

“You’re smelling stronger already, and you’re burning up, Angel. Your suppressants are wearing off already, and if my nose isn’t mistaken, I’m pretty sure you’ll be in heat soon,” he explains gently, like I haven’t put two and two together and come upwith four.

I swallow hard, arousal still clinging to me with a claw-like grip, even as a niggle of panic worms its way through. “They won’t give me the prescription if I’m already on my way toward a heat. They’ll tell me I’ll have to wait until it passes before they offer the suppressants to me again.”

Lowie frowns, but he nods like he understands what I’m saying. His grip on my hips remains steady, keeping my body from seeking the pleasure it desperately needs, and he bites his lip as he searches for words that might ease the panic rolling inside me.

Before he can, a cramp in my stomach has me gasping, and I whimper once more, leaning into Lowie as my eyes shutter closed. I drop my head to his, and I pant for air, taking heady hits of his sandalwood and coconut. There’s a war raging inside me, and I can do nothing but ride it out as another cramp steals the air from my lungs and my body grows hotter.

“Low,” I cry softly, my core clenching with every inhale I take, my body bereft and empty of the pleasure it needs.

“It’s okay, Angel. Ssh,” he tries to soothe, bundling me up against him and rubbing my back, like he hopes that will help settle me. It doesn’t. It makes things worse, because now I can feel every valley and bump of his body, ridges of muscle and abs pressed against me like a tease that’s just out of reach.

Another whimper, this one threadier when the next cramp causes genuine pain, has him cursing and he rolls us both until I’m lying on my back, heaving for air.

“I don’t know what to do, Juno. Tell me what to do,” he rasps, hand fluttering over me like he wants to touch me but isn’t sure if that’ll make matters worse or not.

I cry out on the next wave of arousal that slickens my panties to an embarrassing degree, my thighs clenching around nothing in hopes of quenching the need building between my legs. “I need— I don’t…”

“She needs to come or she’ll have to ride out the pain until it fades. If she’s due a heat soon, this is the beginning. She’ll getmoments like these until her heat fully hits,” Leylan’s voice informs from the edge of the living room, and my body damn near convulses when I find him standing in nothing more than a pair of tight boxer shorts that do very little to hide his body. “Sorry, I could hear noises and it woke me. Didn’t realize what was happening down here, otherwise I would have stuck to my room.”

Lowie shakes his head, unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it looks like he’s more relieved than anything, and he looks down at me for the longest moment before he glances at Leylan. “What do we do? She looks like she’s in pain.”

Ley chews on his lip before repeating, “She needs a release, or a very cold bath. She needs the fever to break, and either one will do that, though one would probably be preferred over the other.”

His twin snorts from beside me, but Lowie cups my face gently as he leans over me and asks, “What do you want us to do, Angel? I can carry you up the stairs and put you in an ice bath until you’ve cooled down again and your head clears, or…”

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