Page 81 of Pack Scratch Fever
“What?” I pant. He presses another kiss to the top of my head, and his hand trails down my throat, dangerously close to my mating gland.
I shudder.
“I’ve been imagining how you sound when you come since I first met you.”
I lose the last of my control.
I don’t wait any longer. I angle my head up to press my lips to Poe’s, and fire races through my body.
He cradles my face with his hand, but he’s aggressive when he kisses me, his tongue thoroughly tasting the inside of my mouth. I moan into the kiss, and he growls in response.
When I pull away to breathe, he moves his head to lick at my neck, nuzzling his cheek into my mating gland.
Marking me.
“Oh,” I gasp, running a hand through his wavy hair and tugging. “Don’t stop.Please.”
Poe snarls into my neck, assaulting my mating gland with his mouth, and my release takes me by surprise.
It’s embarrassing how fast I come. I let out a cry so loud it echoes, not caring as pleasure explodes throughout my body. Poe continues to mark me; my sensitive mating gland throbbing with every suckle from his lips.
I come in my panties and leave a wet spot on my light wash jeans, but I don’t care. My core clenches on nothing, desperate for a knot as I ruin my underwear.
When he finally pulls his lips from my mating gland, he tilts my face toward him and kisses me until I’m breathless and twitching from the aftershocks.
“You just came,” he breathes in awe. “You came just from me touching you.”
“Yeah,” I gasp. “I guess I did.”
I gauge his response, hoping that he’s not repulsed.
Not like that time at the hotel.
“Can you do it again?” he demands, his pupils blown with lust. “Could you come again for me,Omega?”
The undertone of command in his voice makes me shiver.
“I want to,” I whimper.
“Fuck, let me…just let me look at you for a moment,” he stutters, sitting up and shifting my hips so my back is to his chest. When he glances over and sees the wet spot between my legs, he groans. “Sweet fuck. That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
Deep within my haze of lust, I realize it’s also a warning sign that my Heat is imminent, and I could trigger his Rut.
But I push that thought aside.
“I want to straddle you,” I whisper, sitting up. “I want to grind against you.”
I want to come again as soon as possible.
He spreads his denim-clad thighs wide as I stand and face him, the ruined crotch of my jeans only inches from his face.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Where the hell have you been my whole life?”
“Better make sure you can keep up, old man,” I taunt, unbuttoning my jeans and stepping out of them.
I don’t care that I’m outside and his neighbors could get a view of my ass.
All I care about is hopping back onto Poe as soon as possible and drowning in that Alpha scent.
