Page 68 of Pack Scratch Fever
I pull away and try to regain my control. I know there are a million different ways to make her come, but they probably shouldn’t be done in front of a security camera.
I glance up at the ceiling, frown at the black lens above us, and grab her hand.
“C’mon, baby,” I murmur, leading her down the aisle. “We’re not doing this here.”
She lets out a sound of protest, but I lead her to the back of the store quickly, keeping my eye on the two employees in front. They’re chatting with each other and laughing, not even glancing our way.
I should take her home—that’s what a gentleman would do.
But my scent match is asking me to make her come.
I’m not going to make her wait any longer than she needs to.
“Maddox,” she gasps as I stop in front of the stockroom. “It’s hurting badly.”
“I know, baby,” I soothe her. “I’m going to take care of it.”
I peer into the room, still keeping Piper’s hand firmly in mine. It has a large desk with a computer and shelves piled high with pet supplies. A dimly lit bulb hangs from the ceiling and casts the room in a yellow shadow.
There are no security cameras in sight, but we need to be quick.
My Omega needs to come—but I’ll be damned if anyone but me or my packmates gets to see it.
“We can’t do this in here,” Piper pants, and I turn to cup her face in my hands. Her beautiful face is flushed, her eyes glassy, her scent sweet and thick. She grimaces and huffs, exhaling slowly.
“You need to come, don’t you?” I ask her, and she nods.
“Then we’re doing it here, baby. Can you be quick?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I get to work. I push the desk chair against the door, then move the paperwork to the side of the desk.
“Maddox,” she groans. “Alpha.”
“Hang on, baby,” I murmur. “Just hang the fuck on for me.”
I rummage through the shelves until I find a giant fluffy pet bed, bright pink and obnoxious.
It’ll have to do.
When Piper sees it in my hands, she half laughs, half groans. “What the hell is that?”
I grin. “It’s what we’re working with, baby.” I arrange the bed so it’s on top of the desk, part of the soft fabric hanging off the edge. “Come sit here, princess, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Is this how I imagined I would be making her come the first time?
No.
But my life has always been unpredictable.
Besides, we’ll have a great story to tell our friends in the future.
It’s one of many memories we’ll make together.
“I can’t believe I’m about to sit on a dog bed,” she chuckles weakly. But she hops onto the desk, spreading her legs, and I finally see the dark stain between her legs.
She’s soaked through her jeans with slick.
I almost drop to my knees at the sight.
