Page 92 of Pack Scratch Fever
I’m not ashamed to beg, to whimper for her.
She deserves it.
I would stay at her feet forever, just gazing at her if that’s all she wanted.
She moans softly, using a finger to gather up the wetness between her slit. It glistens on her finger when she holds out her hand.
“You want to taste me,Alpha?”
“I want to do everything to you,” I grit through my teeth. It’s torture in the best way, kneeling on the floor and offering myself up to her. I stare at the finger covered in her slick, swallowing down saliva that pools in my mouth.
Not only do I want to taste and knot her, but I long to bite her.
I want to tie Piper to me forever and give her every part of my soul.
The truth is, I’m in lo?—
“Then taste it,” she says, and I lean forward to clean her finger with my lips and tongue.
Oh, fuck.
She’s all sweet spun sugar and lemon.
I moan around her digit, sucking the slick off it until she pulls her hand away, leaving me to savor her taste.
She looks down at me in wonder, her lips parted, her pupils blown.
It’s an image I want burned into my mind and photographed onto my soul.
“Do you want to taste it from the source?” she whispers, and I nod slowly.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, please, let me. Sit on my face, I want you to smother me,please.”
My mind is a litany ofplease, please, please.
She pats the space on the bed next to her. “Then come over here,Alpha.”
The minute I rise from my knees, she grabs my shirt and pulls me to her, crushing her lips to mine.
I stand over her naked form, craning my neck down to suck on her tongue and take everything she gives me. I cradle her face, her cheeks hot and clammy from her Heat, her hypnotizing scent filling my senses.
“Take this off,” she whimpers against my lips, tugging at my shirt. “I can’t…I can’t hold on much longer…”
I pull off my clothing and let it fall to the floor. She lets out a soft moan when she takes in my chest, her eyes roving approvingly over my body.
But then, she scrunches her face and winces in pain. “It hurts,” she hisses, clutching her stomach. “Ah?—”
I hurry onto the nest and lie on my back so my head is resting on a pillow near the headboard. “Come sit,” I murmur. “Let me make you feel good, sweetheart.”
She hesitates, naked and unsure.
I point to my mouth. “Right here, Omega. Right here, let me drink from you.Please.”
Eyes wide with surprise, she cautiously crawls toward the top of the bed. “You won’t be able to breathe,” she whispers.
“That’s what I need. Drown me,please.”
I reach to grab her hips, and she lifts one leg over my chest to straddle me, her perfect pussy inches from my face.
