Page 64 of This Pack of Ours

Shouldn’t be suppressing a moan as I thought of Ez caging him back into the wall, pressing kisses down his neck and teasing him until Kit begged in that voice that always broke as he became more and more desperate.

But I couldn’t stop.

KIT

I woke up rock hard, my bleary brain extracting itself from my dreams, where a naked Juniper had been wound around me, her lips against mine.

I turned slightly, ready to try to go back to sleep, my brain registering that Juniper still wasn’t beside me on the bed.

Then I heard a breathy moan, so quiet I thought I might have imagined it. I froze; it appeared to have come from the far side of the room, where she had a beanbag just like mine. I stayed still, frozen, my ears pricked when the sound came again. A tiny exhale, just like the ones I’d been dreaming of. And now I could also hear the sound of fingers moving against something slick.

Arousal burned through my veins like liquid fire. It was too dark to see, but my brain supplied the image; Juniper, laying back on the chair, legs spread, her hand slipping down to the short patch of hair between her thighs. Was she just using her fingers? Or did she have a toy, something she was using to slowly impale herself on, stretching herself around?—

Fuck.

I moved my hips so slowly, seeking just some relief from the aching, desperate pressure that had built in my cock, and shit, I couldn’t do this, not here. Couldn’t make a mess that I’d have to somehow explain when she came to bed after, and shit, I was probably perfuming right now and she’d smell it?—

The bathroom.

I had to get to the bathroom.

I sat up with enough noise to alert Juniper. The sounds from the corner stopped, and as casually and normally as I could, I walked to the door. Just going on a bathroom break.

I closed the door behind me and leaned on it heavily, trying to breathe.

“Kit?” A smooth voice came from in front of me, and I looked up to see Jhin, standing with a closed laptop under his arm, blinking at me curiously. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, before his eyes trailed down to my straining erection, clearly visible in my clingy pants. His gaze got stuck there, his pupils blowing.

I bit my lip, because in my current state, that look was like a drug, and I needed more, needed him to want me.

To take me.Mine.

“Need to take care of this.” I spoke before I could second guess what I was saying, my hand brazenly stroking down my front. I bit my lip as his sage and blackberry scent spiked. Fuck. I wanted him so bad.

His eyes were glinting in the dark, so intense. A curious look twisted his smooth, handsome face. He was so tall, and I wanted to see what he looked like without his shirt on, to see how his lean muscles would move as he took me and fucked me. Juni might have started this, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain if he finished it.

I could hear Jhin swallow, and he put the laptop down on the shelf next to him. He took a step so he was right over me, and I was looking up into his shining eyes.

His hand came up to my face, stroking it, just like Vander had done earlier, but where Vander had been mocking, this was a true caress.

I couldn’t look away.

I wanted him to touch me like that more.

“Kit,” he breathed, leaning down. Our faces were so close, his nose brushing my glasses as he nudged my face slightly.

“Would you allow me to take care of you?” he asked. I blinked up at him as the words sunk deep into my heart. Something shifted in me as I looked into his eyes; he was looking at me like I was precious, and I believed it. Any desire I had for him turned into a burning, desperate need. He needed to take me. To bite me, to fuck me, to make mehisbecause I wanted him to make me feel like this forever.

I nodded and felt an exhale of his breath on my cheek before he drew me into his kiss. I’d had kisses that were hard and furious, kisses that lingered, soaked in lust, revelling in our bodies intertwined.

But I felt myself melting into him because I’d never been kissed like this before; this careful, reverent kiss that just… gave. His hand held my face, his other arm slipping to my back, but not pulling or demanding, just resting.

Enjoying.

I shuddered as he pulled away and could only stare as he gently removed my pajama pants, taking my leaking cock into his hands and sinking down until he was kneeling before me. I stared at him in shock.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said, my voice barely audible. That only happened in heats, when there was nothing else keeping them busy, when they were lost in lust.

“Do you not want me to?” he asked, looking up at me.

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