Page 83 of Pack Scratch Fever
“I’m sorry,” I choke out, still convulsing in his lap. “I’m making a mess?—”
“I’ve got you,” Poe groans. “You can keep going as long as you want.”
I don’t stop.
My orgasm is violent and messy, my cunt squeezing on nothing, desperate for more. Poe keeps his face buried in my neck, scenting me and sucking gently on my mating gland.
I don’t know how long it continues, but I know this is the strongest and longest release I’ve ever had.
The only other time I’ve even come relatively close to this is during my Heat.
“Oh,” I gasp, as fire builds in my womb. The scent of warm sugar wafts through the air, mixing with lemon.
I clutch at Poe’s dress shirt, staring into his eyes and panting.
He’s looking at me with wonder, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wild.
“Is it—” he swallows. “Are you?—”
He already knows the answer to his question.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Oh, shit, I am.”
As if to drive the point home, a cramp pierces my stomach, and I let out a cry of pain.
“Shit,” I hiss. “My Heat can’t be starting here. It can’t. I’m so fucking embarrassed?—”
Poe’s blissful face turns into an expression of disbelief. “Embarrassed?” he repeats, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Embarrassed about what?”
How about that I’m half naked on top of him, coating both of us in slick?
How about the fact that I’m acting like a feral Omega that’s never been touched before?
I should move out of his grip. I should leave and spend my Heat alone in my apartment.
But I don’t move, still clinging to Poe’s shirt desperately while I straddle him, my slick soaking both of us.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need, and I can give it to you.”
My head spins.
“What do I need?” I repeat. My body grows hot, sweat beading on my forehead.
“Piper.What do youneed?”
What a loaded question.
There are so many things I need.
The better question is, what is Poe capable of giving me?
What are Maddox and Avery capable of?
I swallow, ashamed to answer and waiting for the inevitable rejection that will follow.
Waiting for Poe to scrunch up his face in disgust at my slick or to be furious that I got off twice, and he didn’t once.
I don’t even realize I’m trembling until he cradles my cheek.
