Page 39 of Pack Baines

“Fuck, yes,” Lowie grunts from behind me, right before I feel his knot expand only slightly and I feel the heat of his come spurting into me with his own release, his groan vibrating against my back enough to make me shiver and sigh.

It takes a moment for me to gain control of my breathing once more, my heart slowing until it isn’t beating rapidly like it’s trying to escape the bones of my ribcage. By the time I come down from such incredible highs, I realize Lowie has repositioned us to our sides. I’m curled against him, his front plastered along my entire back while his arms bracket my head and waist, hugging me tightly to him. He’s still lodged inside me, not an uncomfortable feeling, only full and settled and… somehow oddly at ease.

With a tremor, I lift a hand and start trailing it over his sweat slickened skin, smiling at the way he shivers at my touch. Lowie hugs me tighter as he presses a kiss to the back of my head, and I hear him inhale, taking in a lungful of my scent, before he sighs as though he’s finally found home.

“How are you feeling, Angel?” he asks me so softly it’s a wonder I manage to hear him.

I’m still smiling as I answer. “Pretty damn good, actually. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty damn good,” he echoes, laughing against my head when I snort.

We’re silent for a long moment after that, both simply enjoying one another’s touch. The fingers attached to the hand and arm beneath my head play with my hair, while the hand tucked beneath my breasts begin to draw lazy patterns over my skin, and my eyes slowly grow drowsy while exhaustion rolls over me like a slow tide.

“You asleep?” Lowie whispers sometime later, his body still joined with mine, and my lips twitch.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, my smile growing when Lowie snickers.

“You comfy?”

“The comfiest,” I answer honestly, hugging his arm tighter to me as I breathe him in, the most relaxed I’ve been in a while. So long, in fact, that it would make me cry like a bitch if I wasn’t still in a state of sated bliss, surrounded by Lowie.

He pulls my comforter over us, barely jostling us, and he kisses my neck where he’d bitten me. With a rasp to his words that reveal how much he wants to, he dutifully informs, “You’re lucky I didn’t break the skin, or else you would have been stuck with me in more ways than the current.”

Laughing, my body clenching down on him and making him groan and shove his face into my neck, I tell him, “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

Lowie pauses for a moment, thinking over my words, before finally asking, “That something you’d want?”

“A bond?” I wonder, raising his hand and pressing a kiss to each fingertip.

I feel him nod before he pushes, “Yeah. A bond. With me? Us?”

I don’t even have to think about it, because even though we’ve only just found each other again, I know deep in my soul that all five of them were meant to be mine. I don’t need time to question the ease with which my words come out, only that they’re true and real. “I think I’ve always wanted that with you. Before I left, you were all my pack to me. My family. Nothing has changed since I left, Low. I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d bitten and bonded with me there and then.”

Lowie groans. “You really shouldn’t say things like that when I’m still knot-deep inside you, Angel.”

“You asked,” I laugh, turning my head to face him. When he peers down at me, light-blue eyes softening, I grin and tell him, “Feel free to bite me whenever you want.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he growls, before shutting me up with a bone-melting kiss that has my toes curling and my body ready for round… You know what, I don’t even know or care. Lowie can fuck me six ways to Sunday, and I’ll welcome it gladly.

Chapter 16

Juniper

It’s late by the time Lowie and I settle for the night, hours passing before the swell of his knot goes down enough to slip free of my body. Oddly enough, I miss it the moment he’s parted, but I keep that little nugget to myself, because I’ll be damned if I make myself out to be a stage-five clinger so soon into our new… relationship? I mean, that’s what this has to be, right? Because they all said they wanted me, and I’ve made it very clear they’re mine and I’m theirs. So, this is definitely a relationship… right?

“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” Lowie wonders from where he stands near the small, attached bathroom I was blessed with after cleaning me and himself. A necessary evil, because I’ve come to discover that omegas produce a fuck load of slick, and alphas aren’t short in the sperm department. We made a mess for hours on end, and so Lowie took it upon himself to clean it all up.

Leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, the light silhouetting his delicious frame, he cocks his head at me in question as he dries his hands on a towel and discards it in the bathroom. It’s a small room, with only a shower, toilet and sink, but since many university dorms don’t even have that, I’m beyond grateful. I’m especially grateful for it tonight, knowing that I don’t have to wander the halls looking for a communal bathroom to clean up in. I halfwonder if that was designed on purpose, attached bathrooms added for omegas who need it.

Instead of answering him with the truth of what my brain is currently caught up on, I think back to earlier and carefully ask instead, “What did you mean earlier? When you said it felt better than anything you could have imagined?”

I’ll be damned if Lowie doesn’t blush softly, a pink hue pooling in his cheeks, before he climbs back into the bed and bundles me against him. My nose finds his neck instantly, and I inhale his scent deeply while he pulls my thigh over his hips and grips my ass with one hand while the other tickles my shoulder. My hand falls to his chest gently, soaking in his warmth and relaxing under the steady lull of his heartbeat.

I’m almost certain Lowie isn’t going to answer me, but eventually he groans and chuckles, before admitting, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but apparently, I get a case of loose lips when you’re around.”

When he doesn’t add any more, I pinch his nipple and prod, “Don’t leave me hanging, Low. What did you mean?”

“Ow, you nasty little shit,” he laughs, batting my hand away before grabbing it and placing it over his chest again. When he sighs and peers down at me, I raise an eyebrow in question, and he finally confesses. “That was my first time, too.”

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