Page 80 of Pack Scratch Fever
Every cell in my body screamsscent match,and the longer we sit on the bench, the closer I scoot toward him.
“You really never had any pets?” I murmur, leaning my head against his chest. I close my eyes and breathe him in, savoring every earthy note he offers me.
I haven’t felt this relaxed inages.
“No, which is why all this cat stuff is so new to me,” he says.
“So, I’m just a crazy cat lady to you then?” I sigh.
He presses a kiss to my hair, and I nuzzle my face into his chest.
“No, you’re myfavoritecat lady.”
It’s so cheesy and ridiculous that I snort against his dress shirt, and his chest rumbles with a laugh.
“I like this side of you,” I admit, sighing deeply against him. A delicate purr sounds in his chest, and I let out a hum of delight.
My body thrums as his Alpha scent overwhelms me, and my core throbs with pleasure.
It turns out, I really like Poe.
Even when we first met, I had to fight the attraction I felt for him.
But it was there, and now that I’m seeing who he truly is, I’m enamored.
“I like all sides of you,” he whispers. “Especially when you say I’m an asshole.”
“Hmm.”
There’s another kiss to my hair, and the hand that was resting around my shoulders moves to the top of my arm.
“This color is stunning on you,” he murmurs. “You look like a princess.”
His fingers lightly trail up and down my skin, causing goosebumps to appear on my flesh. The tingling sensation goes straight to my cunt, and I squeeze my thighs together hoping to alleviate some pressure.
“Stealing Maddox’s line,” I mumble into his chest. “Not very original.”
He continues to dance his fingers along my pebbled skin, and I let out a shaky breath. He pauses his movements as I swallow.
“Is this alright?” he asks. “You’re trembling.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “You can keep touching me, if you want.”
Poe’s touches are deliberate, but with no expectation of anything else.
“I do want to,” he says. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I—” he stops himself from speaking and continues to caress my arm.
I can’t believe how sensitive I am. Every light touch makes my pussy throb, wetness pooling in my panties.
Every second, my arousal grows.
“Your scent,” Poe murmurs, “is better than anything I’ve ever smelled in my life.Anything,Piper.”
“Oh, my god,” I moan. “You—I?—”
I’m a babbling mess, horrified at how close I am to orgasming just from Poe touching my arm. I squirm against him, whimpering, and he stills his movements again.
“Can I tell you something?” he whispers.
