Page 12 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“Sweetheart, you’re not thinking clearly...”
A growl escaped her lips as she reared back, “I can assure you, I am lucid enough to know that a quick knotting will help immensely with the pain.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, clinging desperately to me.
Was she thinking clearly? If she was, then her request was very reasonable… andverywelcome.
“What is your name?” I asked softly.
“Mable.”
Sweet, just like her.
“I’m Percy,” I replied.
A soft smile broke out across her face. “Percy… I like it. Now, Percy, will you please knot me?”
The pleading look in her eyes, coupled with the use of my name and her scent clinging to every surface, was impossible to resist.
Our lips crashed together, and I finally got to taste the sweet lips I had been thinking about since the grocery store.
“How do you want me?” I asked, cocking a brow. “You’re in charge here.”
A rush of perfume filled the air at my words.
Any last remnants of restraint snapped, and I kissed her back, devouring her taste, only breaking apart to trail kisses down her neck, enjoying every inch of her sweet skin.
“You’re overdressed,” she panted, her hands plucking at my T-shirt.
“I could say the same for you.” I smirked, standing to full height and gazing down at her. Pupils blown, lips swollen, she looked sinfully perfect.
“Nest,” she muttered, shoving me in the direction of the alcove.
A small part of me wanted to pump my fist in victory—the omega was letting me into her nest! That was an impressive level of trust. I had kind of assumed she wanted a quick knot against a wall before sending me on my way.
Her nest was filled with all manner of soft and comfortable items, all in various hues of pastel colors. It was both chaotic and soothing, and suited the little omega.
“You’re overdressed,” she pouted.
“Well, I guess I better remedy that.” I smiled, ripping off my shirt as her eyes roamed hungrily over my body.
Once I shimmied out of my jeans, which proved to be awkward, since I was on my knees in her nest, I turned myattention to her. I intended to help her out of her clothing, but the enticing little omega was so eager, she had ripped off every stitch of it in what seemed to be a matter of seconds.
All I could do was gape.
My day had taken a fucking awesome turn—from going to the store to grab onions to staring at a beautiful, hot-as-fuck omega who was begging for my knot.So much better than onions.
She was petite but had curves in all the right places. Dusky pink nipples that begged to be tasted, teased, and plucked until she moaned my name, and legs that looked impossibly long, considering she was a shortie herself.
She smiled at me before turning over on her knees, bending down and presenting her pussy to me. Slick was running down her thighs, the scent of it driving me insane and making my cock twitch in excited anticipation. My hindbrain was dangerously close to taking over, and I wanted to rut her sofuckingbadly.
My mind went blank at the sight, only one thought running through my head.
Mine.
Sure, it was supposed to be only a one-time thing, but fuck, I wanted to possess this omega in a way I had never desired before. I wanted her wearing my scent, wearing my mark on her skin so that the entire world knew who she belonged to.
Grasping at her hips, I lined up my cock, hissing as the head met her slippery heat. Mable pushed back, desperately trying to impale herself on my erection—a notion I was in no way against, but I was doing my best to be sensible.
