Page 18 of Pack’s Pledge

I want you so much.

I pushed against him, and he took a step back. I did it again, until his calves touched the edge of my loveseat couch, and he fell back into the cushions.

I always have.

I reached behind me, pulling down my zipper, and shimmied out of my dress, letting it fall around my ankles.

“I trust you,” I whispered into the darkened room. “I know you would never hurt me. But if you’re worried… Then letme.”

I lowered myself between his knees, my body between his suit-clad thighs.

“But–” he said, leaning forward, and I stopped him with a hand, small but firm in the center of his chest.

“No,” I said, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped to my lips, then lower, to my breasts, my waist, my hips, my thighs. “Just–” I bent closer, kissing the inside of his clothed thigh, my hands sliding up the smooth fabric to rest on his belt. I didn’t unbuckle it. “If you’re worried about going too far, then… just letme. Please. I want it, too.”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Conall

Britt wasgorgeous as she slipped out of her black dress, her body lithe and strong, a flat stomach and flared hips, slimmer than omega’s would be. Small, round breasts that I knew intuitively would fit perfectly in my hands. Pretty, lacy, lingerie–she’d worn that forme. I growled, and then froze.No. Down, Conall.

“I need to tell you something,” she said from between my knees, and I could feel the panic setting in already. She had a boyfriend, a sweet beta, a man who would treat her gently and live with her in a cute apartment uptown. They’d get a dog together. No, they already had one.What was she doing here with me? What was I doing here?But when she spoke, it was nothing like that.

No, it was worse: “I’ve never been with an alpha before.”

A confession.

I closed my eyes tight as my instincts rose to the surface, threatening to submerge me entirely.

She was mine. Mine to claim. Mine to mark. Mine to fuck, to breed, to bite–

“We’ll go slow,” I said out loud.

But we didn’t, not really: her fingers flew through the buttons of my shirt, practically tearing it off of me, and her hands pressed against my chest, the hard lines of the muscles that marked me as an alpha. They hesitated, but only for a moment, at my belt buckle, before I lifted my hips, letting her tug down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, and I tried not to cringe at the heavy slap of it against my stomach, at the trickle of pre-come that was building even now, at my obvious desperation. All for her.

“Fuck,” she said, as two small hands wrapped around my shaft, and she pulled back. She stared at it–me–and sensations churned in my belly: the thrill of having Britt’s hands on my cock,Britt’shands, after all these years of dreaming of it, and the fear of her rejection, of her pain, her ridicule. “God, it’s bigger than I imagined.”

“It’s okay if you want to stop,” I said, and her eyes snapped up, locking on to mine. There were tiny flecks in her gray eyes I’d never noticed before, never been close enough to see: silver and gold that sparkled and danced in the low light.

“Stop?” she said, her brows drawing together, and then her face melted into sweetness and she smiled. “Conall… Are you worried about,” she gave me one firm stroke, and my eyelids fluttered, “this?”

“Yes,” I groaned. It was impossible to concentrate on her words when her body was so close to mine, when her hands were on my shaft, when her fist wrapped tight–I gasped–around the loose ring of skin at the base of my cock, already tingling with need. “Fuck, please, Britt,” I said, but I didn’t know whether I meantdo it againorwait. It was all so much, and we’d barely gotten started.

“Can I tell you something,” she said, her hand moving slowly from the base of my cock, up to the head, and back down again.

“Anything,” I murmured. “Always. You know that.”

She laughed softly at that. “I was worried, before tonight, that…” She fell silent, the only sound the ragged breaths that escaped my lungs in time with her stroking. “That you wouldn’t be attracted to me, since I’m not…”

I stared at her, backlit by the moon from her apartment’s smudged window, her hair falling in a curtain around her beautiful, flushed face.How could I not be attracted to her?

“Since I’m not an omega,” she finished, shrugging. I didn’t need a mating bond or her scent to see that it meant more to her than she was letting on, but then she smirked, looking back at my cock. “This,” she said, and one firm stroke had me twitching in her grip, “this right here lets me I don’t need to worry about that.”

“Britt, how could you think I wasn’t–”

And then I couldn’t think any longer.

My thoughts fell away as her hot tongue licked a broad stripe from the base of my shaft, up to the tip, the wetness of her mouth cooling against the underside of my cock even as she swirled her tongue over my head.

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