Page 53 of This Pack of Ours

His other hand came up to cup my head, and he pulled me away, holding my face so I was forced to look at his dark, contemptuous eyes.

I was panting, my head almost spinning as I tried to focus on him, on the way he wasn’t moving, just looking at me. Appraising me.

And how did I look right now? My hair mussed, my cheeks flushed, legs unsteady from a single kiss, all painting a picture of how desperate I was for this.

I groaned again as he held me and judged me, because I knew what I was—desperate and needy for him.I’m yours, please take me, please don’t leave.

If he left right now, he’d destroy me. He’d cut to my very soul and as my gaze held his, I wondered if he knew that.

“See, I likethat, Little Omega” he said, stroking my face, and I could have cried in relief. He wasn’t leaving me like this, taking his time as he brushed his knuckles down my neck, over my collarbone, feeling my hard nipples and continuing down my shirt, sending goosebumps over my skin until?—

I let out a whine as his seeking fingers stroked right over my rock hard, aching cock. I arched into him, trying to keep his hand there.

Please.

His pupils had blown, his eyes fully hungry, hooded, and he gave another smile.

“I like that, too.” His voice was a low growl, sending shivers down my spine. “And I like this…”

His hands moved to my hips, fingers digging into my ass as he lifted me up. I clung to him, legs wrapping around him as he pulled me close, angling me until my stiff length was trapped, rubbing against his stomach. Something hard and hungry was nudging up, pushing right against the fabric of my pants, right over where I was slicked and ready and waiting.

“Fuck. Please,” I begged, shifting my head up, burying it in his neck, kissing his skin. I felt frenzied, desperate, the pleasure building in my lower back, tightening in my balls and he’d barely touched me.Fuck.

I whined, because all I wanted to do was claim him, sink my teeth into his neck and make himmine.

“You sound so nice when you beg,” he said, and one of his hands slipped into the back of my waistband. I bucked, rubbing against him. My pants were slipping down, and his hand was getting so close to the slick pooling between my legs, to where I wanted him to fuck me. I lifted my head, giving him a desperate look. My arms wound around his neck, and I whined again, arching my back, watching him as his cold expression trembled.

All he had to do was move his seeking finger right where I wanted him, needed him, pressing past my body’s resistance. Just one touch; barely inside, I was half-sobbing as my release hit, spilling out into my clothes, my teeth biting down on the fabric of his shirt. My body was shaking, my head spinning from the bliss.

And then I was being lowered, his warm body pulling away from mine as he set me down on a chair. He took a step away, and I didn’t want him to go. I needed his touch. I looked up.

He was towering over me, face flushed, cock tenting his pants. I could barely move, wet, hot, sticky and panting as I gazed up at him.

A triumphant smile was on his face as he surveyed me, as if admiring his handiwork.

“I like that a lot, Little Omega.” His gaze flicked to my face, a sneer on his lips. “You understand? If you want me, spread your legs and show off those pretty moans, and leave me the fuck alone for anything else.”

They were words I’d been fearing my whole life, but coming out of his mouth, they were like ice water, painful but clear and refreshing.

The truth, thank fuck, and I didn’t have to worry about disappointing him, because I could do what he asked.

I’d done it.

He was walking away now, but I still didn’t know?—

“Vander?” My voice wavered a bit, but he stopped, almost at the door, eyes flicking back to me in annoyance. “Do you want… you’ll bond me, right? You’ll agree if the others want to?”

He shrugged. “Not really my choice.”

Then he was gone, leaving me in my mess.

Okay. Right. Somewhere, one of these boxes had to have spare clothes in them.

VANDER

I yanked open the next door and finally found a bathroom. I took my cock out of my pants and leaned over the toilet bowl, stroking up and down over my shaft. I gritted my teeth.

It was Kit. He was everywhere. His sweet scent, his slender form, the elegant lines of his neck. The slight break in his voice when he’d begged for me, and how hard he’d been, how slick. How his tight hole had seemed to suck me inside, and fuck… the feel of his teeth on my neck and the sound he’d made as he —

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