Page 37 of Pack Baines

Chuckling against my skin, likely amused by the reaction, Lowie whispers, “Last chance, Angel, before I make you mine in a very biblical sense.”

I grin through a gasp and haggard moan when the asshole tugs the waistband of my panties down a little, enough to suck on the skin beneath my hipbone. He follows it with a sexy drag of his mouth over my skin, scraping his teeth over the opposite hipbone before pausing entirely.

It takes an embarrassingly long moment for me to realize he’s waiting on confirmation, and I offer it freely. “Lowie, I swear, if you don’t give me something right now, I’m taking matters into my own hands. I have enough toys that’ll get the job done.”

It’s an empty threat, of course, because although they make toys for omegas, I’ve never been able to afford any. My fingers have done the job just fine over the years, but I can imagine that what Lowie could give me would put them to shame. Would likely blow every orgasm I’ve ever had before last night out of the water with very little effort.

His laughter tickles my skin, his breath warm and wet, and very much in the wrong place. My hips rise of their own violation, my body practically begging for more, for him to move that mouth south that little bit more until he’s where I want him most. Just the thought of his mouth on my slickened pussy has a moan turned quickly into a whine tumbling from my parted lips.

“Fuck,” he growls against my skin, tugging my panties down a little lower. It’s still not enough, and my mewl of pleasure quickly turns into a whine, high and thready, full of need and desperation. His growl deepens, turning into a demonic sound that floods the apex of my thighs with arousal. “Those sounds, Juno. Enough to ruin any man’s self-control. I’m trying to take it easy on you.”

“If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t be underneath you,” I pant, crying out when the bastard tucks his fingers beneath the gusset of my panties, his knuckles brushing against my wettened folds.

“Sure you don’t want soft and sweet?” he asks, almost like a tease. He knows I don’t want it soft and sweet, and the bastard is enjoying dragging it out as long as he can.

Before I even realize I’m doing it, a small growl of frustration bubbles up my throat and slips free of my mouth, and Lowie pauses his movements to peer down at me in both shock and what I think is approval. Slow as molasses, a sexy grin appears on that handsome face, and I practically melt into the bed beneath him. “You’re full of pretty sounds, Juno. How many more have you got in you?”

“If you’d hurry the fuck up, you’d find out,” I snark back, though it loses its bite with how breathless and soft the words come out, revealing more to him about how much I want him. How much I need him.

Lowie’s eyes flash with an edge of danger, his own desperation flaring to life in those light-blue eyes, and I feel the crackle of tension snap between us before he’s tearing my panties away with a heady snap of material.

As soon as I’m entirely bare, naked from head to toe, Lowie’s gaze roams over every inch of my body. I feel his eyes linger on my scars, gaze darkening as he traces them, but he doesn’t mention them. He simply takes his time committing every inch of my body to memory before he gravelly admits, “Juniper, you’re fucking stunning. The most beautiful thing in this entire world.”

I can feel my cheeks heat as my perfume permeates the air around us, sugary sweetness surrounding us both, and Lowie’s grin turns a little feral before his large hands grip my hips and the bastard flips me so fast that I feel momentarily dizzy and disoriented.

A smack to my ass makes me jolt and gasp, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder while everything around me stills once more, blurting, “What are you doing?”

“Giving my girl what she’s dying for,” he answers thickly, hands roaming over the globes of my ass with a caress that contradicts the way he spanks me again.

The moan that slips free of my mouth shocks me more than it does Lowie, who groans deeply, his purr thickening, a rattle in his chest that turns my insides to mush. He does it again, and I find myself lowering my upper body to the bed, my ass still in place in the air.

“Fuck, yes, Angel. You’re perfect, presenting so prettily for me,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, and it’s only when he grips my hips and drags my ass a little closer to his body that I realize how hard he is beneath the boxer briefs I want removed.

“And you’re still wearing too many clothes, Lowie,” I remind him, my voice low and dripping with enough sexual want that there’s no mistaking it. And if he does miss it, the way my scent blooms around us would clarify that I need him just as much as he clearly needs me.

Chuckling, Lowie leans over my back and whispers in my ear, “Sorry, baby. I’ll fix that for you.”

Sure enough, I hear more than see him remove the offending garment, leaving himself as bare as I am. I’m peering over my shoulder as soon as I feel the bed dip with his weight, and my mouth is salivating when I eye the muscles that lead down to an impressive length between his legs. Lowie isn’t at all small, thicker than I would have imagined, and fucking beautiful.

“Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and this won’t last anywhere near as long as I want it to,” he growls, gripping my hips and dragging me against him.

Skin against skin, I feel his rigid shaft glide against my soaked pussy, coating himself with my arousal as he groans with approval.

“That’s what round two is for,” I whisper, flashing him a cheeky grin when he looks at me with an animalistic need that rivals my own.

Lowie’s chest is heaving, eyes on mine, and he mutters, “Absolutely perfect.”

Before I can utter another word, Lowie is notching the tip of his shaft of my entrance that has only ever been breached by two of my fingers and Lowie’s the night before. His fingers are digging hard into my skin, likely enough to leave a mark, and I love the feel of his hands on me. I’ll wear whatever mark he’s willing to give me with pride.

But those thoughts evacuate my mind when he slips into my body slowly, stretching me more than I’ve ever been stretched before, and words are completely lost on me. The feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming, a whine of protest breaking free between moans when he pulls back, only for me to mewl long and hard as he pushes back in, only deeper.

“Shit, Juno. You feel like heaven,” he chokes, one hand running up and down my spine as if to keep me relaxed, while the other rounds my ass cheek and squeezes, right before he pulls back and thrusts back in with more power.

“Oh my god,” I cry, gripping tightly to the sheets beneath me, the pinch of pain that accompanies his thrust causing my body to tense everywhere.

“Ssh, you’re okay, Angel. I’ll make it feel better, I promise,” Lowie swears softly, voice gritty and rough and so fucking sexy that I find myself relaxing beneath him, the pain slowly but surely morphing into pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

His praise as my body turning damn near languid, and Lowie uses that opportunity to sink deeper into me until he meets resistance, a bulge at the base of his cock nuzzling against my opening.

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