Page 95 of This Pack of Ours

His eyes darted down, and we both froze as his almond perfume spiked in the air, heavy with lust.

It was a familiar smell; wound in with memories of heats and safety. He always smelled so good, looked so good, and I’d seen him so many times stripped bare, his hooded eyes meeting mine in the heat. How many times had I wondered what it’d be like to mount him in the thick of it? To have him writhing because of my touch?

But now the two of us were alone, and he was perfuming—forme. I couldn’t help the groan that tore from my throat at the idea.Me.Slick was coating my thighs, and I wanted him to touch me, to help relieve this aching pain.

His face flushed, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Shit.

No, not for me. Just our stupid fucking biology.

His body had probably learned to associate my perfume with sex, with heat, like some horny pavlovian shit. Fuck.

I wriggled, trying to cover my traitorous nipple.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice breathy, his eyes still squeezed shut. He was so cute. And so close, his body pressed to mine, our scents tangling thick in the air.

I needed to get out of here, and the throbbing between my thighs was driving me crazy. I couldn’t wait, I needed this dealt with so I could make that stupid meeting and save the Safe House.

I had moved a bit, but now I was closer to him. He smelled so fucking good, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

Mine.

Needed him.

“Can you—please—” I panted, reaching up and winding my fingers in his soft hair the way I’d always wanted to do.

His pupils were blown, staring at me. I bit my lip, pressing my thighs together, feeling the slick between them, and let out a whine as the pain deepened. His breathing stuttered, and I tried to catch my breath, to compose myself.

“Just… need you. Please. Have to.”

My hand had slid down to his jeans, to where he was hard, but I hovered there, waiting for his consent. I knew he hadn’t actually beeninsomeone else since he perfumed, and I probably shouldn’t even be asking, because I didn’t know if he wanted to, but fuck, I wanted him so bad.

“Please, Kit. Please, touch me.”

It was painful, the cramping in my belly, screaming at me, needing that release. And he was right there—my angel, just like he’d been since my first heat. But he was just staring at me, looking panicked.

Shit.

This was Vander in the park again. Just fucking pheromones. I felt a lump in my throat, embarrassment burning my face. Before I got lost in the lust again, I shifted back, going for the door handle. I’d make that appointment if I had to crawl there with half the packs in New Oxford on my tail.

“Wait—” I felt his blessed fingers touch my cheek, drawing another whine from me. I looked up to find his face close to mine, and for a moment I was frozen, taken in by the smoothness of his skin, the softness of those eyes, deep pits of emotion, swirling with want.

He swallowed and leaned down to kiss me.

Fuck, he tasted like I’d always thought he would—a sugary amaretto cocktail, and lit up every nerve in my body. I felt a groan escape from my lips as my hips bucked up to meet him, grinding against the erection in his jeans.

He whined, and the noise seemed to strike through me, causing me to shudder. My hands were fumbling now, tugging up my dress, pulling my soaked panties off. He broke the kiss to look down, hands undoing the buttons on his jeans, and then freed his long, beautiful cock, one I’d seen so many times with others, but now it wasmine.I needed him. Fuck, and he was already moving, lining himself up. I looked up and our eyes met. He was heavy-lidded, his glasses halfway down his nose, and his lips were reddened from our kiss.

I cried out as he guided it down, rubbing the hard, smooth tip through the slick surrounding my heat and over my clit. He watched me as he did it again, biting his lips slightly as he watched me tremble beneath him, and for a moment, I let myself believe that he’d been dreaming of this too.

“Kit,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to rest on his chest. There was nothing in the world but this right now. The pleasure his touch left in its wake, and I was arching toward him as he did it again, needing him. I hitched my hips up, angling him further, so he was nestled right up against my swollen entrance.

“Ah—Juni, fuck—” he said, jerking forward, his cock sinking inside. It was pure, cool relief, his choked gasp echoing bursts of ecstasy down my spine. We were both panting as he pressed closer, letting out another whine as he sank all the way inside me, his hips against my skin, joining us together for the first time.

“Y-you feel so good, Juni. Fucking perfect,” he whispered, and fuck, to hear him say that, to know he thought that, was utter bliss.

“Fuck me, then,” I said, tugging him closer. “Need you, Kit. Everything you’ve got.”

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