Page 163 of Pack Scratch Fever
The entire drive back to the packhouse, one single word repeats in my head.
Love.
“Fuck,”I hiss, stumbling to the front door of the house. I used the key Poe gave me to unlock the door, but it swings open before I can finish.
My cramps are killing me, my skin itches, and my cunt flutters.
My Heat is coming fast.
Poe opens the door for me, and I stumble into his arms, sagging against him and dropping my purse on the floor.
“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he asks me. I just breathe him in, whimpering into his chest, while his arms wrap tightlyaround me. His Alpha scent only makes me more desperate for him.
“Oh,” he says softly, a low rumble sounding in his throat.
I’m sure he can scent what’s happening by now.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I…I need…”
Slick spills out of me in a rush, and my cunt walls clamp down on nothing.
“I’ve got you,Omega,” he says, his voice low and deep. “Just breathe for me, baby, and we’ll take care of you. We’ll make you feel good.”
I simply moan at his words as another cramp hits.
Soon, I can’t stand anymore, and Poe carries me down the hall and straight to my bedroom.
“It’s stronger than before,” I gasp as he lays me down in a thick pile of blankets on the canopy bed. “I can feel everything more intensely than last time.”
He sits at the edge of the bed and gently tugs at my leggings. The friction of the clothes is so overstimulating that I cry out, arching my back.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Sweetfuck, Piper.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Alpha, please.”
I don’t know what happened between the car ride and now for my Heat to come on this violently, but I was not prepared.
Thankfully, Poe is.
“I love when you beg,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how much I love to hear that sound. Now lift your hips like a good girl.”
Love.
There’s that word again.
By the time he removes my leggings and panties, tossing them to the floor, I’ve already soaked the nesting blankets beneath me. Slick drips obscenely out of my pussy, and Poe watches, his eyes black with lust.
“Need you,” I choke out. “Poe, I need you.”
“Fuck. Your pretty pussy is swollen, sweetheart. Spread it for me. Show me more.”
I spread my legs obscenely and pull myself apart, exposing more of myself to him.
Then, he growls, a primal sound that makes my inner Omega keen.
“You already soaked the couch the other day,” he says, smirking. “But I wasn’t there for that. We had to buy a new one because of your messy pussy.”
I whimper.
