Page 47 of Pack Baines

“Told you,” he snickers almost silently, before pulling out one of the stack of textbooks we’ve been given for the year, and places his notebook on the desk. When he goes to grab a pen, I watch with a smirk as he realizes he still doesn’t have one.

Before he can utter a word, I’m handing him the same pen as before, rolling my eyes at his little lip twitch. Gathering my things and placing them on the desk, I blow out a breath and tug off my jacket. It’s warm in here, despite the size of the room, and I can feel a hot flush working its way under the collar of my shirt.

The rest of my first day at North Five University flies by, Munro and I sticking together throughout the entire day. I receive a few texts from the guys, each of them somehow already with my number, all of them checking in, telling me they miss me, generally making me feel all girly and cute. If I didn’t secretly love it so much, I’d curse them all out and declare I hate it.

By the time school lets out, the day weirdly heating up despite how late it is in the year, I’m exhausted and ready to head home. Only, I remember my promise to Lowie just as I step into my dorm room. So, feeling sluggish and too warm, I go about packing a bag with essentials, along with several of the blankets and pillows littered on the bed that still smell like Lowie.

Packing it all in my truck, I climb behind the wheel and text Lowie.

JUNO:Heading to your place. Are you finished for the day?

My reply comes quickly, and I smile tiredly.

LOWIE:Wish I was, Angel. Got a few more things to do for class, but Geo is home already. Creek and Leylan will be back before Ev and me, but we’ll try to come home ASAP.

Home. I don’t know why, but that simple word has the warmth beneath my skin notching higher. The idea of home, where all five of them are, makes me wish so desperately for it to be true. They were all my home long before I even realized mine was a shithole of epic proportions. I wonder what it would be like to actually live with them, to share spaces with them, to wake up to their scents every single day knowing I don’t have to be apart from them ever again.

Hell, now that’s the dream.

So, with a soft smile and a switch of air con on, I type out a reply.

JUNO:Hurry home x

Instead of waiting for another reply, feeling a little woozy from the heat and exhausted from a strange but exciting day, I place my cell into my bag and pull away from the school lot and head straight to the guys’ house.

The drive doesn’t last long, but the more I drive, the less the aircon seems to be working. And worse, is that my skin feels far too sensitive, and my clothes too tight. By the time I’m pulling into the drive of the lavish home the guys all share, I’m breathing hard, sweat slicked, and a little uncomfortable between the legs. Almost like…

“Oh, fuck me. Not again,” I breathe, tugging my shirt away from my chest in an attempt to cool my body down from what I’m now realizing is another heat spike that is only growing by the minute. Already used to my scent, it takes a moment for me to notice the way my scent fills the cabin of my truck, thick and filled with a need I’m only now feeling. “Shit. Fucking goddamn shit.”

Swallowing hard, I wonder what I should do. Lowie said Geo was home, yes, but I don’t want to go in there smelling like a needy omega with a neon sign floating above her head that screams ‘fuck me until it doesn’t ache anymore.’ Although, I’m not entirely sure Geo would mind, but still. It’s not like we’ve all had the discussion about my heat spikes, about Lowie and I spending the night together, and everything that comes with being the only woman in a pack of five men.

A thought I shouldn’t have had, because the heat in my veins grows and the ache between my legs expands until my entire body is begging for touch and pleasure and anything that will get rid of the ache.

Digging my cell out of my bag with a trembling hand, I hurry out a quick message, the intended recipient answering… along with four other messages. It dawns on me much too late that I managed to send the message in a group chat I didn’t even know I was a part of.

JUNO:Quick question. Do I knock or walk straight into the house and shout for Geo? Follow up question. Is me being hit with a heat spike going to bother him?

The replies come in so quick that I can only see a bunch of words before they all finally make sense.

LOWIE:Wrong chat, Angel, but hell, he’s a lucky fucker. None of us would mind a bit if you were in a heat spike and needed us.

LEYLAN:I can get him to run you a cold bath if you’re uncomfortable, Juju.

EVRON:Ask me, on a scale of I-wish-I-wasn’t-here to I-hate-that-beta-bastard, how much I resent being stuck in this hell hole.

CREEK:Head on in, pretty girl. Our home is yours.

And then there’s Geo, his reply blunt and demanding and doing nothing to control the riot my body is going through.

GEO:Get that sweet ass in here before I come out there and drag you inside.

Well, I suppose that answers that, then.

A choked snicker slips free as I tuck my phone away and gather my things before sliding out of the truck, locking the door before trudging toward the front door of the fancy house. Lethargy is weighing me down, and yet my body is positively thrumming, need pooling between my legs with every passing second.

Thankfully, before I even reach the door, it’s swinging open with a sweat-slicked Geo standing there in nothing but low-hanging gym shorts that tease the waistband of his boxers, a pair of sneakers with socks that reach his calf, and absolutely nothing more.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, gasping when the first cramp rocks my body and arousal slickens my panties so suddenly that I’m sure even Geo’s less-sensitive beta nose will pick up on it.

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