Page 70 of Pack Scratch Fever
Filthy slurping sounds fill the room, mixing with Piper’s muffled whimpers.
I curl my fingers, searching for a certain spot inside her, and she grows rigid.
My mouth fills with syrupy slick as I smile around her pussy and Piper comes in my mouth.
She pulls my hair so hard my scalp burns and my cock twitches with pleasure. Little gasps and cries escape her as I work her through it, taking every drop of slick she gives me.
She doesn’t stop for a good minute, much to my surprise. She just uses my face the way she sees fit, and I’m happy to let her.
This is what I’m meant to be doing.
Not tech work. Not coding on my laptop all day.
No, I’m meant to be on my knees eating out my Omega as she relaxes in a fluffy pink pet bed.
When it’s finally over, she lets go of my hair and sinks back onto the desk, her back resting against the computer monitor.
“Oh…my...God,” she breathes, and I chuckle.
“I could say the same thing, baby,” I murmur. I press one final kiss to her cunt, then pat her thigh. “As much as I would love to keep you in here, I don’t want you to get caught.”
At my reminder, she sits up and scrambles for her clothes. “Shit,” she hisses. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She hurriedly pulls on her jeans as I snatch her panties off the ground, stuffing them into the back pocket of my pants. “How long have we been in here?”
I glance at the time on the computer monitor. “You came in less than a minute, then rode it out for a minute or so. I’m sure the employees are still up at the front having a conversation.”
But she’s still frazzled as she smooths down her hair and reaches up to fix mine. “I didn’t hurt you?” she asks.
My eyes widen. “Are you joking? That would have been a hell of a way to go. Killing me with your pussy? It’s the dream.”
She covers her mouth and laughs. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispers.
“Let me take you to dinner.”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously? After all that?”
“I’m the one that got to eat, not you.”
Her face flushes, and she nods. “Fine. But we need to get out of here before we get caught.”
“You go on ahead; I’ll clean up here. I’ll be out in a second.” I move the chair away from the door, and Piper hurries out of it. My grin stays plastered on my face.
I rearrange the desk so everything is back to how it was. Then, I take the ruined pet bed, fold it, and toss it in the far back of the storage room.
I sneak out of the stockroom and hurry to the bathroom, cleaning up the remnants of Piper that stain my face and neck.
But her taste stays on my tongue, sweet and delicious.
If there was any doubt before that she’s our scent match, it’s gone now.
We’ve found our mate, and it’s only a matter of time before we bond with her.
This beautiful, brilliant girl waltzed into our lives, and we can’t let her go.
No matter what.
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