Page 58 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
A rumble echoed through the phone, one that had the unmistakable edge of an alpha whose mind was in the gutter. Was this really happening? I’d fooled around with Jasper on the phone, but we’d seen each other now.
There was no anonymity anymore. Devin knew exactly who I wasandthat I was pregnant.
“Mable,” Devin growled through the phone, his voice going straight to my pussy, “you said you’re still in bed, is that right?”
I nodded before I remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes. I’m alone in my bed. I was napping. I told you that.” Playing innocent, I kept the conversation going, eyeing the lock on my door, just to be safe. A low hum sounded from Devin, and my attention went right back to the phone call.
“You know,Maple”—he paused, and I knew Devin had used my little code name on purpose—“Jasper had quite the story to tell about his phone call with you. Lots of details.”
My cheeks burned, and I flung my arm over my eyes. Maybe I could pretend like I wasn’t here? I could imagine that I was back in their house again, where…where Devin could get his hands on me.
“Oh, God. He really told you about that?” Was it giving the grumpy pack lead ideas? Because these hormones inside me were surging, and it was enough to ease the embarrassment so that I could offer a repeat performance. “I mean, he didn’t know me when that happened. You know, like in person.”
“He told me.” Devin’s voice was stone, only a hint of desperation beneath it. “I’ll admit that it made me curious, and I’ve been thinking about you since you left. You’re in my pack, and Itake careof everyone in my pack.”
My pulse was through the roof, my needs surging beneath my skin as I felt slick gather between my thighs.
“Oh, really? Even me?”
“Yes, you, omega. I will make sureallyour needs are met.” There was a heavy pause, during which my pussy clamped around nothing, only the sound of Devin’s voice. “And you’re going to tell me if you’ve been neglecting yourself. Aren’t you?”
Again, I was nodding, even though Devin couldn’t see me. “Yes. I…I can do that.”
“Good. Now”—I heard rustling in the background, my mind conjuring up a million things that might mean— “tell me, little omega, have you been resting?”
“Yes.” I could sense the buildup in Devin’s tone.
“Have you been relaxing, enjoying some alone time?” More of that rustling-almost certainly the sound of fabric moving against itself.
“Yes.”
“And have you been…tendingto yourself? Giving your body what it craves?”
Holy shit on a stick.
“Umm.” I could barely form words, my being humming with need, with arousal that was so sudden and intense that it almost hurt. “S-sometimes.”
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not good enough, Mable. I want you to correct that right now. I want to hear you take care of yourself for me.”
Was it possible that I was misreading this situation? Devin had been kind, exceedingly helpful, but he hadn’t really showninterestin me as much as the others. Still, I remembered the wayhe’d held me outside the coffee shop, and I paid attention to the sound of his voice right now.
He meant this. He meant every suggestive word.
“O-okay.” My voice trembled as I answered. “What…what do you want me to do?”
Jesus, who the fuck am I? You know what? I don’t care. I want this. Devin is undeniably attractive, and I felt that connection.
“What are you wearing, princess?” There was no confusing the sound of Devin’s growled words, and I wished that I could smell him right now, cover myself in his applewood-smoked sausage scent.
“Leggings and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy.”
“Take them off. Bra and panties too.”
Fuuuck.I whimpered into the phone before setting it down to shuck my clothes, tossing them in a pile outside my nest.
“Okay.” I sucked in a breath to regain my courage. “Now what?”
“How are you feeling, princess? Have you got slick on your thighs already?”
