Page 77 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
Mable tilted her head to the side, a mischievous look in her eyes. “But the sour apple candy I ate was green…”
“Brat,” I murmured, shaking my head.
“Grump.” She laughed, sticking her tongue out at me.
Something flared inside me during the exchange. I was feeling infinitely better now, and the way we did this back and forth whenever we were together always made my thoughts turn decidedly hornier. I wanted her to listen to me. I wanted tomakeher listen to me.
It wasn’t like I was trying to be cruel or anything; I just wanted to see my sweet Mable so blissed out from what I was doing that she’d listen to me no matter what. As I held her stare, I could tell she was aware of how the air in the room changed. She stiffened slightly, slurping up the last of her noodles.
And again, I was right there in the gutter, imagining what else she might suck on.
Fuck, be cool, Devin. Be cool.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mable could hardly meet my eyes, her gaze flicking between the nearly empty bowl she held and my face.
A soft growl escaped me. There was nothing I could do to stop it when Mable was looking at me like that. All shy and flirtatious. Like shewantedme to call her out on being a brat, wanted me to…
“I’m looking at you like this because you’re a brat who rivals Jasper.” Her eyebrows rose in shock, and damn, I loved catching her off guard like this. “Candy does not constitute food, and you know that. God, sometimes the urge to smack that pert ass is too much.”
Her stare flared, and it was the face I’d longed to see when we’d messed around over the phone. I had fully intended to let Mable be, to come here and take care of her and then go. Clearly, none of that had happened, and hell, if things were already off the rails, why not go nuts, right?
Right.
“Devin.” Mable ducked her head, hiding those pretty hazel eyes from me. “Oh my god…you were sick. Are you sure you can?—”
“I can assure you”—I reached for the empty bowl and set it down on the nightstand, took her hand, then placed it over my zipper—“I have fully recovered.”
A marvelous pink colored her cheeks as Mable was forced face-to-face, or hand-to-crotch, as it were, with my straining erection. Everything inside me roared for me to claim this sweet little omega, finally. She was this perfect, tiny thing, the rounded swell of her belly a gentle reminder that she was carrying a life—the future of my pack—and I was utterly gone for her.
“I…” A desperate whimper escaped Mable, sweet and delicate. “Oh, god…”
“Will you do as I say?” I released my hold on her hand, allowing Mable to decide where she placed it, and it was a damn treat that it stayed right where it was. “Or are you going to make me use my ‘grumpy alpha’ voice?”
She was still so bewildered, but there was a gleam of wonder and intrigue in her eyes. As I faced off with her, Mable’s shocked expression gradually melted as her syrupy scent went into overdrive. With an adorable little huff, she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me with a smirk.
“Thisisn’tbeing a grump? Or are you this overprotective with all your friends?”
“Friends?”
She blushed even deeper.Oh, that’s it, little one.
A growl took hold of me, reverberating through my chest. I grabbed Mable by the hips, spinning us around so she leaned back against the headboard and I sat positioned between her thighs.
“Lean back, princess.” My voice was a predatory rasp, and Mable’s brows rose to her hairline before a hint of a smirk touched her lips.
“Make me.”
“Remember you said that, princess.”
Without another word, I pressed her back by the shoulders, gripping the waistband of her pants and underwear beneath. Yanking them down her legs, I tossed them to the side and threw her ankles over my shoulder before diving in.
“Devin!”
But I could hardly hear her as I buried my face in her center, licking up her seam in one long stroke that had Mable’s fingers fisting my hair. I did it twice more and then stopped when she began to grind herself against my mouth.
“What!? No!” She started to sit up, a look of desperation on her face.
“Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” I was fucking beaming, loving the way she glared at me, but knew exactly what she needed to do to get what she wanted.
