Page 116 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
She stands up from her position at my feet, grabbing the bandages before she starts covering all the wounds she’s taken care of so far.
“You barely know me," she huffs. “For all you know, I could take this opportunity to do something crazy and kill you.”
“Nah, you wouldn’t be able to do that,” I say, shrugging with my good shoulder.
She raises an eyebrow skeptically, finishing the last of the bandages.
“Really? I doubt it.”
I don’t know what possesses me to do this, but in a flash, I’ve tugged her down to the bed beside me and have her pinned underneath me as I hover on top of her.
Stupid? Probably, but I’m only using my good shoulder, so it’s not like I’m causing any permanent damage.
Momentary discomfort is a worthy price to pay in exchange for the way her pupils flare as she looks up at me and her body practically goes limp underneath mine.
“Doubt me now?” My lips tug into a cocky smirk that has her eyes rolling.
“Yeah, yeah, fine, you were right. Now stop it before you hurt yourself.”
“I’m doing fine. Great actually. How’re you doing?”
I shift my weight and my hard cock presses against her thigh. My boxers and her leggings do nothing to hide my attraction to her.
We both freeze.
“How are you actually doing?” I say, my voice low. “Just tell me to move and I’m gone.”
But please, please, please don’t.
She swallows hard, her startlingly gray eyes wide as she looks up at me.
“You—you don’t have to move," she says.
Hell yes.
Fuck yeah.
I lean down, running my nose against the column of her neck, soaking in her scent. I love the fact she’s in my bed rightnow. Hopefully my sheets will smell like her, even after she’s gone.
Her perfume is intoxicating. It takes on this charged sweetness I haven’t scented from her and it’s driving me crazy.
I’veneversmelled an omega this delicious.
What is it with her? It’s not just her scent or her physical appearance, it’sher. All of her.
It’s the way she wasn’t afraid to call Killian out on his shit. All of us out on our shit, really. It’s the way she stepped up to take care of me, even though I’m basically useless to her right now, in the state I’m in, just so I could get out of that hospital. It’s the way she’s drawn all of us out of our shells and the monotonous rhythms of life we’ve dug ourselves into.
I let out a soft groan when her hands come up to rest on my chest, her fingertips come up to dance along the untouched skin on my back.
“Is that a baton in your boxers or are you just happy to see me?” She says, immediately snorting with laughter at her own joke.
I let out a bark of laughter so intense it makes my ribs ache.
“Did you—did you actually just say that to me?” I say between gasps of laughter.
“It was bad, wasn’t it," she says, grinning up at me.
“Really bad,” I say, smiling like I haven’t in forever. “But that just made it better.”
