Page 28 of Pack’s Pledge

Conall

In the morning,I made coffee.

I always did.

Britt arrived in the kitchen after a quick shower—she’d have to shower again, at home, before work, and I hated to think of it, of her, scentless and alone again--and I pulled her in beside me for a quick kiss.

“Good morning, Conall,” she said, smiling up at me. My name on her lips sounded so good,everydamn time.

“Morning,” I said. “I made—“

“Coffee,” moaned Beau, trailing behind her. “Thank fuck. Can you get me some, Britt?”

She turned her smile on him, blushing pink when he looped an arm around her waist, drawing her near, glancing over her messy hair at me as he did so. He bent down and kissed her under the ear, just shy of her neck.

He looked right at me as he did it.

My cock throbbed. I was used to I’d never been interested in who he slept with before before; why was a simple kissso damn hot?

I knew why, of course: none of those people before had been Britt. They’d just been strangers in our apartment in the morning, drinking the last cup of coffee and flirting too loudly, hoping to get a second date withthe omega. And that was the good ones. The bad ones had snuck out in the pre-dawn light, home to their regular lives, their boring jobs…

“Thanks, Britt,” he said, lifting an eyebrow at me. She nodded, seemingly unaware.

“Mmm,” she hummed in response.She’d made that same sound with my cock in her mouth last night, my dick informed me helpfully.

And then she’d turned to me, sleepy and sated, and asked,What about Beau? Adrian?

“Can you pour me a cup, babe?” Adrian’s loud voice announced his arrival in the kitchen before he emerged from the hallway, shirtless, his pajama pants slung low around his hips. “Oh, hey, Britt,” he said, looking from her, to me, then to Beau, who had her pulled half onto his lap on a kitchen stool.

When had they gotten so close?I wondered. How had I not noticed?

Or—that wasn’t quite right. I had noticed, it, hadn’t I, I’d been thinking about that kiss on the dance floor forweeks,had been watching greedily as Adrian held open doors for Britt, had licked Beau’s scent from where he’d brushed against her, leaving his soft, sweet mint atop her skin’s warmth.

Yeah. I’d noticed.

I just hadn’t quite realized that everyone else had noticed too.

Beau patted her ass as he started to stand, letting her down gracefully in that way that marked him as an omega.

“No, I can do it,” Britt said, pulling down a coffee cup from the cupboard she’d seen me get them from, pouring a cup. “Black?” He nodded, and she passed it across.

“Thanks,babe,” he grinned, and the way she blushed had my own face warming up.I didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on his bare chest. The v of muscle that led down into his loose pants.

She was supposed to be mine–thiswas supposed to be mine.

What did it mean that it felt so right seeing her with them?

I was still trying to parse it out when Adrian settled into his chair next to me, propped his scruffy chin on his hands, and said, without preamble, “So, Britt. What are you doing for breakfast?”

She blinked at him over her coffee. “What?”

“Is Conall taking you out? If I were to bet, I’d say you’re probably pretty hungry. Exercise will do that to you.” He winked at her, grinning, and her eyes widened. I smirked. She’d been loud earlier this morning, as I lavished her pretty clit with my tongue, then slid two fingers inside to feel her orgasm around them while my tongue moved lower, swiping over her fluttering pink hole. I’d half wondered if she’d wanted them to hear, and it had spurred me on, whispering filth into her ear as I stroked myself to finish on her sweet belly. I knew as much, now—she didn’t look embarrassed, just satisfied, even as Adrian’s smirk grew wider, even as my nose picked up a subtle sweetness I hadn’t recognized before.

“Let’s cook here,” I said. Adrian looked from Britt, to me.

“Breakfast as a pack,” he said, and I nodded.

His eyebrows raised, and I realized what I’d admitted, with that nod.

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