Page 83 of This Pack of Ours

He let go of my wrist, his other hand pulling my shirt all the way off, and then he was gripping my ass, lifting me up like a rag doll. He elbowed open the closet door and cast me down onto the bed.

I looked up at him. He was still fully clothed, towering over me with a sneer on his face. Like I was an annoyance, like he might still walk away and leave me here trembling with want.

Leaveme.

The idea was unprecedented.

Insulting.

So fucking hot, another whine tore from my throat, causing his cool eyes to flick to my face.

He started unbuttoning his pants, and I watched, biting my lip, as he drew out his thick cock agonizingly slowly.

“This what you want?" he asked, stroking it and drawing out a bead of precum.

“F-fuck,” I choked, my hands fumbling with my pants, tugging them off, spreading my legs apart and baring my neck to him. I was trembling as his dark, hooded eyes swept down my frame, lingering on the sight of my straining cock, veins protruding, a shade of red I’d rarely seen on it before. My thighs and ass were covered in my slick, and I could feel more coating me as he stroked his hand up and down again. The fucker looked like he was still considering, still not convinced, leaving me feeling bare and exposed and even more impossibly turned on.

I whined again, spreading even more, arching my back desperately, praying I would be enough for him.

VANDER

He was everything.

So fucking beautiful, spread out on the bed for me, his glasses askew, his pink hair sticking to his damp forehead, his flushed chest rising and falling with his panting breaths.

Mine. An omega begging for me, wanting me, slicked for me. Wrapped aroundmyfinger.

We own you, little Kit.

I knelt on the bed, still stroking my cock, enjoying teasing this out.

This is what I needed. This power. This control.

Fuck. I slid a finger down to where he was fully slicked, brushing against his hole, and heard his choked gasp, felt him arch against me.

“Beg me,” I said, eyes flicking back up to his face.

“Please.” His voice was a beautiful whine, breaking slightly on the word. It sent a surge of pleasure tingling down my spine.

More.

“No,” I said lightly, pressing my finger inside of him. “Try ‘Please give me your knot, Vander’.”

I saw his face redden even more, and he hesitated, his resistance making the words all the sweeter.

“Please give me your knot, Vander,” he whispered, trembling.

My name had never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

I let another finger nudge its way inside, smoothed by his slick. The sound he made almost had me coming right there, my cock painfully hard as it rubbed against the side of his thigh.

“Say ‘I’m nothing but a needy knotslut.’”

His dick bucked, a bead of white dripping down onto his trembling abs. His eyelids fluttered.

“I’m nothing but a needy knotslut," he panted.

It was devastating—his sweet scent and his breathy pants. The feel of his smooth, soft skin under me as I finally took my tortured erection and guided the tip down to him. He arched his back more, his hands grabbing fistfuls of the blanket, a tiny sob coming from his throat.

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