Page 91 of Pack Scratch Fever
My hands tremble as I keep them by my sides, and she notices.
“Get on your knees,” she says. “Get on your knees for me,Alpha.”
There’s no command in her tone, no underlying influence that she produces, but it’s still enough to make me obey her without a second thought.
A rumble of triumph leaves my chest.
This is my way of making sure her every need is met.
I kneel at the foot of the bed while I hear shuffling above me, then a concentrated waft of sweetness hits me.
Piper sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread while her cunt is bare before me.
Oh.
“You can look,” she purrs. “But don’t touch yet.”
My hands stay resting on my thighs as I take in her body. She’s completely naked, her smooth skin beautiful in the dim light.
“Whatever you want,” I whisper, staring at her glistening cunt, slick with her juices. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
She breathes heavily above me, her pupils blown and her lips slightly parted.
The scent of her Heat is overwhelming, triggering my inner Alpha, but I force myself to keep my composure.
“If it gets to be too much for you, tell me,” I say. “I’ll always take care of you.”
I hope she understands what I mean. She could have my knot right now if she wanted. I would lock myself inside her all day, giving her as many orgasms as she could take.
“Keep looking,” she whimpers. “Alpha…keep watching me.”
It’s only then that I notice the bandage on her hand, and I’m concerned for a millisecond.
Until she spreads her pussy lips, showing me her opening, and a desperate sound leaves my throat.
“Fuck,” I gasp, balling my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms.
She smells the sweetest here, all powdered sugar and sweet lemon.
“Do you want it?” she pants, keeping herself open for me. Her pussy lips are soaked in slick, glistening and clear with her arousal.
What a question.
“I need it,” I reply. “I fuckingneedit.”
“Then beg.” Her words are barely a whisper, so quiet I can hardly hear them.
She’s unsure.
So, I drag my gaze from her beautiful cunt to her warm, vulnerable eyes.
“Please.”
Her breath hitches, and she spreads her thighs more, her fingers keeping herself open.
My cock aches, my balls swell, and I’m dangerously close to knotting just fromlookingat her.
“Please,” I say again.
