Page 75 of Pack Baines

“I should probably call—” I begin, only to be interrupted by a severe ache in my stomach that has me stumbling to a stop and clutching at my middle with a puff of air that slips past my gritted teeth.

“Kitten, are you okay?” Silver asks over the sudden ringing in my ears, her arm still linked with mine, doing more to keep me standing than my own legs, currently.

I shake my head, because this is absolutely not okay, this particular heart spike kicking my ass enough that I feel dizzy and lightheaded, my bones suddenly aching as though I’ve come down with the worst flu I’ve ever experienced. I can smell my perfume bleeding from my skin like a leaky faucet, a beacon to all alphas that I’m about to get my first heat in almost a decade, and I grit my teeth against the panic that brings. I also ignore the looks of concern from the two alphas and omega that have formed a haphazard barricade around me, blocking out curious alphas who have drawn closer to find the source of the scent pouring off me. Fuck my life.

“Oh, shit. Okay, yeah, not okay,” Silver rushes, wafting her hand in front of her face. “Yikes. That’s some pungent stuff, Kitten. We should get you to—”

“Juno?” a voice I’d recognize in my sleep calls, Creek’s blessed voice interrupting Silver suddenly.

“Oh, good. Excellent timing,” she calls back, waving Creek over like she’s a red flag enticing a bull to charge over, still holdingme up when another wave of agony has me clutching tightly at my stomach while I pant for the air it just stole.

“What the hell—?” Creek begins as soon as he’s near, gently taking me off the hands of my best friend and cupping my face to look over my pinched expression, my skin coated in a fine sheen of perspiration. Understanding dawns on him quickly, and he nods with determination. “Alright, beautiful. Let’s get you home, and fast, before we cause a scene here on the sidewalk for all to see.”

I huff a strained laugh, accepting the way he bends at the knees and hauls me into his arms bridal style, the cramping in my stomach stealing most of my attention. I’m only vaguely aware of him thanking Silver and the guys, Silver agreeing to call Munro to cover for me in class, and the guys all wishing me well as I’m carried away to and deposited into Creek’s car.

I’m a little loopy during the whole drive, my fever sending me into a state of near delirium, a seed of arousal growing until it branches all through my body by the time we reach the house. I’m writhing in my seat, clawing at the clothes that feel much too tight on my fevered body before the car even stops, Creek’s soothing voice cutting into my mind enough for me to hear him say, “I’ve got you, beautiful. It’s okay.”

I can’t answer, whines and mewls of need slipping free of my mouth while I fumble with my clothing. I’ve removed my boots, socks, jacket and shirt before Creek has rounded the car to retrieve me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my jeans just as I’m pulled out of the car and rushed into the house I now call a home with my pack.

My pack.

My family.

My guys. The guys I need more than anything in the world. I need their laughter, their smiles, their affection. I need their love and lingering looks, their protectiveness and safety. I need them. Their marks. Their bonds. Everything. I need it all.

Crying out when another wave of agony clutches at my stomach, my arousal building until it physically hurts, I grip the backof Creek’s neck as he kicks off his shoes and hurries me up the stairs, leading a path straight to my nest.

The door shuts with a loud bang as he lays me down on the mountain of comfort that surrounds me, and I’m already clawing at my clothes to free myself. Creek must sense the urgency, because his much more reliable hands are swift and efficient in relieving me of the constricting material of my jeans and underwear.

I can finally breathe a little better the moment I’m bare, but it lasts only long enough for me to take a single inhale before my mind goes crazy once more, and I’m panting hard as I lean in to remove Creek’s clothing. It’s like I have a one-track mind, the sole objective I’m gunning for is having Creek’s teeth sinking into my flesh and putting me out of the misery that is being unbonded. I want to feel him, to sense him wherever he is, to own a part of him that he owns of me in return. I want to be his. I want to be Evron’s, Geo’s and the twins’. More than anything.

So, while Creek scrambles out of his clothing, his honey-blond hair standing on end the moment his shirt is gone, I make a decision there and then that I won’t be getting out of this heat spike without finally forming the bonds that will make us a pack.

While Creek fucks around with his jeans and boxer briefs, my hands begin to roam over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing. I moan loudly, slick pooling between my legs when I brush my thumbs over my nipples, Creek’s groan of approval turning me on even more than before. Moreso that my scars mean nothing to him, his eyes heating to scalding as he watches me play with my breasts for as long as it takes him to remove the last of his clothing.

By the time he’s completely naked, he looks as frantic as I feel, his cock long and hard, thickened with desire and already leaking precum my mouth waters to taste. His ocean eyes have darkened, turning stormy with desire, and his hands are rushed as he reaches for me, dragging me beneath his muscular body with very little effort.

There are no words shared between us, only heated looks and a frantic nod of approval, as Creek notches his leaking cock atmy entrance and swiftly plunges inside me, my slick granting easy enough access that Creek bottoms out with that single thrust.

“Oh, shit, J. You feel so fucking good. Too good,” he grinds through gritted teeth, a wild expression fluttering over his handsome face, only serving in riling me up further. I’m convinced my body grows impossibly hotter, my pulse thrumming rapidly with the beats of my heart as I adjust to his size and length.

I can already feel the bulge of his knot teasing my entrance, and I want it. I fucking need it. I need his teeth buried in me, I need his bond, I just need him.

Feeling much like I’m crawling out of my skin and drowning in arousal, I arch my back and a jumble of nonsense mingled with begging slips past my lips as I grind against Creek from below.

“Fuuuck,” Creek growls. Literally growls, shocking me enough that my startled gaze snaps to his, and a flood of liquid heat pools between us as my body produces enough slick that I’d be embarrassed about it if I had time to think about it.

As it was, Creek takes that moment to pull his cock free, right before slamming home with a sharp thrust, rocking my body in a way that has my tits bouncing freely and my heart galloping like a free stallion beneath the confines of my ribcage.

From there, the reins holding Creek back snap, and I damn near scream with pleasure as he fucks me hard and fast, his cock filling me to bursting over and over again. He fucks me like a man possessed, hips pumping hard enough to slap against my ass, creating a salacious soundtrack joined by my cries and moans of pleasure and the sexy little grunts and groans he makes every single time he bottoms out and rubs his knot against the nerves at my entrance.

“Feel so good. Fucking heaven. Made for me,” Creek mutters between every thrust, sending me soaring toward the peaks of pleasure, my heart spike riding me harder than any other I’ve had.

My pussy clamps tightly around him with every pump, dragging his cock deeper and deeper every time the tip of his shaftdrags along the spot inside me that has my head thrown back and my walls spasming with the threat of my release.

“I want you to come for me, beautiful. I want you leaking all over me, coating me with your juices. I want to smell like you for fucking days. Can you do that for me?” Creek demands roughly, his voice like grit as pleasure fuels him.

I’m nodding rapidly, clawing at his waist as I silently beg for more, my body primed and ready for all of him. My pussy is already fluttering in anticipation, my walls tightening enough that Creek grunts as he pounds into me with enough force to knock out several moans and feminine grunts from the depths of my chest.

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