Page 155 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“Oh, a man who knows what he wants, huh?” She says. “What do I get in return?”
“Anything you want, Wildflower, anything you want.”
“That’s an awful good deal,” she says, slowly turning around. She pauses, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns back to look at me. “For me, that is.”
“Oh, trust me, I think I’m winning right now.”
She’s gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. And she knows it.
Her confidence only adds to the intoxicating energy around her.
“Come here,” I say softly, my voice hoarse.
“And what’ll I get if I do?”
“Two anythings,” I say. It’s a stupid answer, but I think my brain lost the blood it needed to function a long time ago. It’s currently being sent to the other head I’ve got between my legs.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she says, laughing as she walks slowly over to me.
The sway of her hips and the slight bounce of her tits, unrestricted without a bra, are mesmerizing.
Fuck me, I could come just replaying her walking to me over and over again in my brain. I’m so attracted to Reyna that her walking does it for me.
I’ve never had this sort of connection with any other omega. Sure, there have been plenty of other hot omegas that have expressed interest in me in the past—especially because of the uniform I wear—but they’ve never been Reyna.
She stops in front of me and the intoxicating mix of her perfume and Milo’s scent drive me crazy. It’s a delicious mix.
“So, I’m close, now what?” She asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I tug her onto my lap and she follows without much prompting so that she’s straddling me.
“Did you and Milo have fun?” I murmur, running my nose up along the side of her neck.
She stiffens in my arms for a split second. I don’t know if I would’ve noticed it, considering how distracted I am right now, if she weren’t on my lap, but I catch it.
“We did,” she says, glancing away from me. “Is that—do you—do you have any issues with that?" she purses her lips. “I’ve never done this pack thing before.”
“What? No, I don’t have any issues with that at all,” I say, my brows instantly drawing down. I shift my hands up from her hips to her shoulders, my thumbs tracing small circles along her collarbone in an attempt to reassure her. “We’re a pack, Wildflower. That means we’re a package deal. I think it’s awesome you took things further with Milo. I’m so glad you guys had fun together.”
A wistful smile appears on her lips as if she’s thinking back on it.
“It was fun,” she says.
“The question was honestly because I was a little surprised. Milo hasn’t shown interest in any omega before, you know?”
She nods. “Yeah, he told me about what happened in middle school.”
“So you know how big it is, that he’s willing to get intimate with you,” I say, flashing her a soft smile.
“Yeah,” she nods. “We’re taking things slow, we only really got to second base.”
“Second base being…” I let the question hang in the air between us. For whatever reason, different people have different definitions of what the bases are.
“Second base being I took my shirt off and we were making out," she answers. “You’re awful curious, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me? I may not be jealous, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
I let my gaze travel down from her face to her body as I trail my calloused hands down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My hands settle on her hips again and I give them a gentle squeeze.
