Page 89 of This Pack of Ours

I took a breath, my temper flaring a bit. This was my apartment, damn it, and I wasn’t going to freeze my butt off in here just because the Argo pack had decided they were staying with us.

I opened the door and peered out. The small corridor was quiet, and I flicked off the light before stepping out of the bathroom. My teeth were chattering as I moved two steps down the hall and stopped just before the open archway to the kitchen. The nest room was on the other side, and I could see my towel on the vanity chair.

Okay, I’d peek my head around and if they were looking; I could tell one of them to grab it for me and wait for me to retreat to the bathroom.

Sounded like they were watching TV, though. Porn?

I poked my head around the corner, but the TV was off. Vander was on the couch, facing away from me and watching?—

Oh shit.

Ez was sitting on the love seat, his eyes hooded and legs spread, because between them knelt Kit. Ez’s fingers were tangled in Kit’s pink hair as his head bobbed up and down?—

Heat exploded in my core, my face flushing as Kit pulled off with a moan, his lips plump and red. He pushed Ez’s wet length back so he could lick straight up the shaft, his big eyes fixed fervently on his alpha’s face. Then he lowered his head and started sucking on the knot. Ez’s head fell back, an obscene sound of pleasure coming from between his gritted teeth, and if he looked right now he’d see me?—

I stumbled back into the dark corridor, right into a towering wall of alpha.

Jhin caught me as I nearly crashed to the ground, tugging me upright.

“Are you—” he started, but cut off as his eyes slid down my shivering body.

His look back up my face was a mix of lust and bewilderment, with an arched brow peppering in a hint of accusation.

“Forgot my towel,” I choked, wrapping my arms over my small breasts.

His expression softened and he looked away, shrugging off his cardigan and handing it to me. I snatched it and wrapped it around myself, fumbling with the buttons. I turned to flee, and hesitated, eyes darting to Jhin. Did they hear me crash into him?

Before I could think twice, I was pushing Jhin back into the spare room and slamming the door behind us.

Adrian was zipping up a suitcase on the bed, glancing up as we entered.

“Jhin? What’s going on?" he said, and then looked at me. “Oh, sorry Juniper, we’re just packing…” His voice trailed off as he saw my lack of proper clothing.

His telltale blush blossomed on his face as he looked quickly at the wall.

Jhin hadn’t gone much further into the room, and I elbowed him back some more. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head. Now the shock had faded slightly, the anger was creeping in.

The audacity.

How dare they monopolize the living room with—fucking cock sucking!

And how dare they make it look so fucking hot—now I was forever stuck with the mental image of Ez’s chiseled abs flexing as he bucked into Kit’s eager mouth. I was trying toforgetthem all, scrub them from my mind with bleach and they fucking dothat?

“What is wrong with your pack?” I demanded of Jhin. “Who decides to get sucked off in the middle of someone else’s living room?”

Adrian let out a gasp that he turned into a cough.

Jhin ran his fingers through his hair, his expression falling into something haunted. “I think… the scent match?—”

I snorted.

“They couldn’t take it literally anywhere else?”

Adrian was edging around me, and he opened the door, letting the sound back in.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I snarled.

“To see if they’re done?" he said, his face still bright red.

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