Page 200 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"Mad at you? Theo, this is amazing," she says, waving her arm at the nest.
"But I never asked you what you wanted. What if you don't like what I got you?"
She throws her head back laughing.
"You're being serious, you really don't get it. For someone so book smart, I think it's hilarious that you're still wearing that dumbfounded expression." She reaches out and squeezes my hand. "You could've gotten me the ugliest, large paisley print curtain like blankets or something, and I would still feel the same. Maybe. Actually, scratch that, I'd think it would be funny that you think I'd like something like that, but my point still stands."
I glance around the room and breathe out a quick sigh of relief when I don't see any blankets that match that description.
"It's the fact that you cared enough to put in this effort. No one's ever done that before."
"You deserve all of that and more," I murmur softly.
I stare down at her—her twinkling gray eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her messy black hair, wild from sleep—and I try and take a mental picture.
"Sure, you could argue that," she says. "But that doesn't change the fact that I haven't received that before. So maybe there'll be a day where you doing stuff like this will be a little more commonplace, but that'll never change how grateful I am."
She turns her gaze to the rest of the guys.
"To all of you. This is going to sound cheesy as hell, but it's almost like each of you completes my soul in a different way."
"I don't think it's cheesy," Milo says softly. "I think we all feel the same."
"It makes sense," Stone says with a grin, tugging Reyna onto his lap. "You are our scent match, after all."
Reyna's brows draw down as another whimper of pain leaves her throat.
"Fuck, that—that sucks," she hisses.
"Let us take care of you," Stone murmurs, trailing a hand down her stomach.
"Please," she pants out, shifting her hips upward.
God, she's the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen.
"We need to hear you say it, Spitfire," I growl, my voice pitched low.
"Is this your way of telling me—telling me you like dirty talk?" Her voice is breathy, and her cheeks are flushed. She jerks her head up towards Stone when his hand freezes, right above the waistband of her shorts. "Why are you stopping?"
"You heard Theo," Stone murmurs, running his nose up along her cheek. "He was pretty clear with his instructions."
"And good girls listen to instructions," Killian adds, sinking to his knees beside Stone.
"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "I thought it was pretty obvious at this point, but I want you. All of you."
"Were you serious about wanting to bond with us?" Killian asks, reaching up and twining his hand in her hair. Her eyes flutter closed as he massages the scalp at the base of her skull.
"Y—yes," she says, her voice shifting pitch to something similar to a moan. "I was serious."
"Good. That's all we needed to know," Killian says, nodding at Stone, who wastes no time sliding his hand down below the waistband of her sexy sleep shorts.
If it weren't for the hold Killian has in her hair, she would've thrown her head back with a moan. Instead, her chest heaves as she squirms against Stone's fingers.
She's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I reach down and squeeze the base of my cock through my boxers.
Stone's fingers work their magic between Reyna's legs as Killian tugs down the neckline of her tank top, revealing her perfect tits. They're the perfect handful for us, and we've all got some pretty big hands. You know what they say, big hands, big?—
"What—what should I do?" Milo murmurs quietly, moving to take a seat next to me.
