Page 86 of Pack Scratch Fever
I stare at him.
He shakes his head, his brown eyes narrowing. “If I assumed wrong?—”
I throw myself into his arms, kissing him deeply.
“You idiot,” I laugh against his lips. “I’m half naked in front of you, and you think you did something wrong?”
He groans into my mouth, and I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him, until he takes mercy on me and lifts me back into his arms, my legs wrapping around his hips.
He’s so stupidly tall, it’s ridiculous.
When he pulls away from me, we’re both panting.
“I always want you half-naked in front of me,” he whispers. “Just like this, your pussy soaking wet for me.”
Then, he moves us both onto the bed and slowly climbs on top of me.
I writhe against him, thrusting up against his ruined jeans.
“So needy,” he chuckles, and I bare my teeth at him.
“That’s what happens during a Heat,” I hiss.
“Hmm,” he chuckles again, kissing down my neck.
I wonder how long I have with him before one of us loses control.
Poe’s scent has already flooded the room, stronger than I’ve ever smelled it.
To see Poe deep in a Rut, unhinged and free of his mental burdens while he takes me would be stunning.
I’m assaulted by another cramp, and I cry out in pain.
“It hurts,” I whimper. “Please,Alpha.”
I reach for the belt of his jeans, tugging, and he sits up and pulls it off.
He’s breathtaking like this, with his dark wavy hair a mess and his eyes wild. His lips are swollen from kissing, and his face is slightly flushed.
He’s no longer the grumpy, arrogant Alpha who walked into my cat rescue scowling and wanting nothing to do with me.
“Pants. Off,” I hiss, squirming and pushing my thighs together.
The ache only grows.
“Do I have your consent?” he asks, and I freeze at his words.
“What?”
“Do. I. Have. Your. Consent?”
He knows he does. Hemustknow that.
But he’s asking, and it means the world to me.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Even when you’re more Omega than Piper?”
