Page 82 of This Pack of Ours

My omega brain didn’t like that, and before I could stop myself I reached out with my hand. It brushed against his chest, trying to soothe, to calm his scent.

Mistake.

There was another snarl and I was being pushed back, my offending hand being pinned above me in the dark. There was just enough light that I could see his beautiful eyes glinting with rage.

Instead of being scared, a traitorous shiver ran down me, tingling down my spine and straight to my groin. Fuck, was hetryingto make this mind-numbingly hot?

“Yogurt?” he hissed. “You expect me to believe you pushed me in here because ofyogurt?”

“Why else would I do that?” I asked, trying to squirm away before he realized how aroused I was. He was millimeters away from feeling it rub against his leg.

“It’s a pretty shitty manipulation tactic,” he said. “You’re sneakier than I thought. Triggering my protective instincts and then trying your soothing shit is not going to make me like you.”

I blinked up at him.

I’d triggered his protective instincts?

“I reallywashiding from Juni,” I said in a small voice, looking down. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Hiding because of yogurt.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“It’s Greek yogurt?” I said, and he growled. I continued hastily, “Shit, Juni gets so mad about her food. She yelled at me for like, half an hour last time and it’s the only time she ever yells at me and I can’t take it today?—”

“Stop.” He cut me off, jerking my hand back, and I barely suppressed a whine. “You may have the rest of the pack under your pretty little thumb, but if you think you can leash me, you’re wrong.” He tilted my head up, making me look him in the eyes. “You can’t handle me, little omega.”

If I was aroused before, it was nothing to the sheer wave of desire that hit me with those words.

My body was desperate to prove him wrong, to have him hold me down and prove to him exactly how much I could handle. As my scent perfumed in the air, I saw his pupils blow and for a second we stared at each other, chests heaving.

“You like that, huh?" His eyes narrowed. “You that desperate for a knot? Or are you such a little slut that anything will have you dripping?”

I gasped, another furious shudder raking my body.

I shook my head, my face burning. No alpha had ever talked to me like that before, and I sure as hell should have been offended.

Not fully hard and definitely dripping slick.

His mouth twisted into a smirk, and he leaned down bringing his face closer. My eyes darted to his lips, so close to mine now.

“No?" he said, and I jumped as his other hand touched my waist, fingers tangling beneath my shirt as he started pulling it up, revealing my rock-hard nipples.

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as he took one between his fingers, tugging it slightly.

Ohfuck.

My dick jerked in my pants, and I had to bite back another whine.

“Sure feels like you’re a desperate knotslut.”

I shook my head again as the humiliating words threatened to melt my brain. He was still playing with my nipple and my cock was painfully hard, my knees starting to buckle. Then he shifted, and I could feel his own hardness pressing against my waist.

The whine escaped this time, and I twisted, rubbing my length against his through the fabric. He huffed out a laugh, pushing me back, away from him.

“You prance around here, acting like you own this pack, but do you know what I think?" He leaned closer so his lips were brushing my ear. “You’re nothing but a pretty, needy omega hole for us to fill. See, it’s us who own you, little Kit.“

I was frantically nodding, pleading with my eyes, because fuck, yes. That’s what I wanted to be for him, nothing but a thing for him to fuck, please.

“Please, Alpha. Need you,” I panted, and now I was frantically straining toward him, rubbing against him, trying to feed the lust that was burning me up.

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