Page 82 of Pack Scratch Fever
These suppressants are doing their job, but my poor body can only take so much.
There’s an Alpha in front of me that I can climb like a tree, and I intend to do so, consequences be damned.
When he sees the wet spot in my damp panties, he groans.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, you smell fantastic, baby. Don’t sit yet, just come here.”
I step in front of him until my panties are just inches from his mouth, and he leans over andinhales.
The sound that leaves him is more animal than human.
“Knew you were the scent match,” he says to himself. “I knew it all along.”
Then, he presses his cheek to my panties and nuzzles my core, growling as he does it.
He marks my pussy with his Alpha scent.
“You want to see?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” he groans, his eyes closing. “I want to see it. Show me what Maddox already got to taste.”
At the mention of Maddox, I shiver.
I slowly step out of my soaked underwear, leaving my bare cunt on display as I stand over him.
I glance down at his jeans and smirk.
I can see the outline of his thick cock against the denim, and my inner Omega lets out a sultry purr.
All insecurities have flown out the window.
Standing before Poe, I feel invincible.
And he just stares and stares at my cunt, his eyes black with lust.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “Fucking. Perfect.”
Then, he pulls me onto his lap, my thighs bracketing his hips.
“I’m going to ruin your pants,” I chuckle, thrusting against him. He sucks on my neck, and I whimper.
My stomach flips, and a dull ache throbs in my core.
He stops his movements at my gasp. “Are you alright?” he breathes into my skin. “We can stop.”
The cramp dissipates, and I grind against his erection, eliciting a delicious groan from him.
“I don’t want to stop,” I hiss. “I want to come again.”
He grips my hips harshly, pushing my aching cunt down against his pants. “Like this? You can come just from sitting in my lap like this?”
I moan and tilt my head back. “Yes,” I whimper.
My chest is in his face, my nipples pebbled and sore as they push against the lace of my white bra. Poe presses a kiss to my breast through my blouse, and I whimper again.
“Then come for me,” he commands. “Come for me,Omega.”
My body immediately obeys, pleasure washing over me. I soak myself, slick pouring out of me and onto his pants, ruining the denim.
