Page 95 of Pack Scratch Fever
Laundry is done, food is plentiful, and we’ve got enough bottles of ice water to fill a second fridge.
I stare longingly at the door to the nesting room, my control slipping.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I admit.
I wanted this. I wanted to be there for Piper’s Heat, but I had no idea my wish would come true.
She asked for us.
She asked forme.
Poe nods. He’s at the opposite end of the counter, his Alpha scent permeating the room, the herby smell of catnip filling our home.
Mixed with the sweetness of Piper’s scent, the aroma is heady.
“Oh, what the hell,” he murmurs, and I turn to follow his gaze.
At the sliding glass door is a tabby cat, sitting on the patio and slow blinking at us.
Poe and his fucking catnip scent.
An orange cat walks up and sits next to the tabby, both staring intently at us.
“Dude,” I mutter, glaring at Poe. “Keep your cat friends out of this.”
His look is murderous, but he remains silent.
Thankfully, it’s only a few moments of an awkward staring contest before the cats become bored and venture off the patio.
And only a few moments after that until a sweet moan comes from the nesting room, followed by a muffledMaddox.
And that’s my fucking cue.
I forgot about Poe, Avery, about the cats.
All I sense is Omega.
When I enter the nesting room, I’m almost bowled over by the sight before me.
Piper and Avery are both wrapped up in nesting blankets, Avery spooning her and moving against her as she gasps. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are slightly parted in pleasure.
The scent in the room is heady and delicious, all Omega and mouthwatering.
“You called for me, baby?” I mutter, standing at the foot of the bed and watching my packmate pleasure her.
Her eyes open, and she turns to me with a brilliant smile on her face. “Touch me,” she begs. “I need to feel your knot, too.”
“You saved the best for last,” I purr, and Avery lets out a growl.
I ignore him and move to the opposite side of the bed, stripping out of my clothes while Piper watches.
Avery thrusts against her, and she moans loudly, her eyes trained on my cock.
I join her in the nest on the opposite side of Avery so she’s sandwiched between us.
Then, I lean on my side and kiss her, while Avery continues to move inside her.
“You’re so wet, Omega,” Avery murmurs. “So wet and tight. Do you want Maddox’s knot now?”
