Page 45 of Pack Scratch Fever
I wish I had more coherent words for him instead of the choked-out responses that are only half intelligible.
“I would like to see you again,” Avery says, his throat bobbing as he swallows. “And again after that.”
I nod, my face flaming. I need to get out of here before I jump him and beg him to take me against my car.
“I would, too,” I admit.
“Also,” he says, his breath still shaky. “I’ll edit those photos and send them to you, and you can tell me which ones you like best of the cats.”
Oh. The cats.
I had completely forgotten about everything but the scent and taste of the man in front of me, and I feel a twinge of guilt.
I nod, unable to look at him anymore and fumbling for my car keys. “I can’t wait,” I sputter, fighting the arousal washing over me.
If I keep my eyes on him, I don’t know what I’ll do.
His taste lingers on my tongue, and I lick my lips.
I need to get out of herenow.
“Will you let me know when you get home?” he asks, his face flushed, his lips swollen from kissing.
As if I could say no to him after this.
“Of course,” I stammer, letting out a shaky laugh, my nerves and arousal making me sound like a complete mess. “I’ll be sure to.”
“Have a good night,” he says. He looks like he wants to step closer to me again, but he clenches his fists at his sides.
I know what would happen if he did.
I would throw myself at him and not care about the consequences.
So, reluctantly, I leave Avery in the parking lot, his words playing in my head the entire drive home.
I want to earn it.
Tell me not to touch you until I’ve begged for it.
My body is on fire, and slick slowly spills out of me and creates a wet spot in my panties.
Once I’m back at my apartment, I toss my purse on the counter and tear off my clothes, collapsing in my nest.
I can still taste Avery.
I smell him everywhere, and when I reach between my legs to touch myself, swirling my clit in small circles, I come embarrassingly fast with his face behind my eyelids.
I want to earn it.
Unbidden, an image of Poe, Maddox, and Avery fills my head, and the filthiest thoughts I’ve ever had flit through my mind.
Three mouths on me at once.
Three slick-coated cocks to play with.
Heats have never been fun for me. It’s always been a task to endure, something to stress about until it’s over.
But there’s a small possibility that maybe I’m allowed to enjoy them.
