Page 84 of Pack Scratch Fever
He repeats his question again, this time with an undercurrent of command.
“Omega. What do you need?”
I can do this.
I can answer him.
I just came in the man’s lap, for fuck’s sake.
“My Heat is here,” I whisper. “And I’d like you to help me through it.”
Poe’s eyes darken. “Just me, or my packmates?”
My stomach cramps, and slick spills out of me at the mention of Avery and Maddox.
“All of you,” I whisper. “I want…Ineed…all of you.”
Poe kisses me fiercely, running his hands up and down my back. “Then allow us to give you what you need.”
A shiver races down my spine. “It’s going to be intense. I don’t know if you can handle it.”
I have a frightening urge to cry while Poe watches me carefully.
“My last one wasn’t easy,” I choke out. “Last time was…last time was…”
Poe shushes me and strokes my hair.
“We’ll take care of you, Piper,” he murmurs. “I promise.”
My inner Omega believes him, his scent a calming balm to the insecurities and nerves inside me.
Still half naked on top of him, I whimper in his hold, squeezing my eyes shut at the painful cramps that can only be alleviated by a knot.
“Please,” Poe murmurs. “Let me.”
Letting out a deep breath, I nod.
“Take care of me,Alpha.”
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PIPER
One minute,I’m grinding against Poe; the next minute, he’s scooping me into his arms and carrying me bridal style back into the packhouse.
It’s all so gentle and selfless.
His chest rumbles with a deep purr, taking the edge off the painful cramps that threaten to killme.
“I’m stinking up your house,” I choke out. My sweetness fills the air, thick and overwhelming.
He chuckles lightly. “I wouldn’t call it stinking. It’s the opposite, sweetheart. I’m going to be drunk on your scent for days.”
I bury my nose in his neck, drinking up his aroma.
Catnip.
Earthy and familiar.
