Page 90 of Pack Scratch Fever
My chest constricts at his words, and anger rises in me.
“Who?” I growl. “Who?”
Poe shakes his head. “I haven’t found out, but I will,” he promises. “And we’ll make sure to ruin that fucker’s life.”
He steps aside, and I slowly open the door to the nesting room.
Immediately, Piper’s scent overwhelms me, so strong I almost stumble.
Sugar. Mint. Lemon.
My cock hardens even more, my knot half inflating just at her aroma.
But it’s not about me.
It’s about the beautiful Omega in front of me, who’s wrapped up in blankets and looking at me with hooded lids.
“Avery?” she whispers.
“It’s me, baby,” I murmur, stepping toward the bed. “Your nest looks stunning.”
“Mmm.” She lets out a pleased sound, then sits up and stretches her arms above her head.
I try not to stare, but I memorize every glimpse of skin she gives me, her chest only barely covered by the blanket that’s sliding down her front. Her brown hair falls like a shiny curtain around her, and her face is flushed pink.
She’s an angel. A literal angel in my house.
I need to prove I’m worthy of her.
“How do you feel?” I ask cautiously, my inner Alpha desperate to come out and please her.
“Achy,” she admits, licking her lips and staring at me. “Needy.”
I can work with needy.
“What do you need,Omega?” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Tell me what you need, just let me give it to you.
And Piper, taking me by surprise, lets the blanket drop from her chest.
She’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
Her breasts are perky and round, the perfect size to fit into my palms. Rosy pink nipples jut out, delicious looking and begging for attention.
A low groan leaves my throat.
I’m at the foot of the bed in an instant, my breath shaky as I stare at her.
“Avery,” she whispers.
I nod, stunned by her beauty.
“You told me before to make you beg for it,” she says lowly. “Did you mean it?”
Her eyes are wild, her scent cloying and thick as she gives me a filthy, wicked grin.
“I meant every word.” My voice is hoarse. I can barely speak to her, not when she’s bare before me and more mouthwatering than I could have dreamt.
