Page 103 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"Yep, football."

"What position?"

I cringe. "Quarterback."

"Oh my god," she says, sitting up straight in her seat. "You were the school stud."

I don't answer that. "I was on track to play professionally."

"Oh." She sinks back into her seat, face swimming with compassion. "What happened?"

"Injured … in an accident." My fingers tighten on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white.

"I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago." I force my shoulders to relax. "And life didn't turn out half bad. Hey, if I'd gone down that route, maybe I'd have been addicted to steroids by now and a washed-out has-been."

"You? No," she says seriously. "But I think you have a pretty good life. You seem to care about each other, the three of you."

"We do. They're my brothers," the words sticks in my throat, "I love them."

"And now you're the studs of the city. All three of you."

"I'm not a stud," I mutter.

She giggles, pinching my bicep. "You know you are."

I reach over and tickle her back. "I am not."

She wiggles against my touch, giggling even harder, then swipes for me, reaching over to launch her own attack.

"Woah, now," I yelp, swinging us off the road and into a side alley. I bring the car to a stop. Flicking off my belt to reach right round and tickle her belly.

She screams, bringing her knees up to her chest and trying to bat away my hands.

"Surrender?" I ask.

"Okay," she laughs, "okay, I surrender."

I flop back on my seat and grin at her. She grins right back, then before I know it, she flicks off her own buckle and sets in for another attack. Her fingers stroke against my ribs and my belly, heading for my armpits.

"You're in for it now, Omega," I chuckle, reaching over to grab her by the hips and lifting her straight onto my lap.

We're nose to nose, the skirt of her dress pulled high, a flash of her thigh visible. I pin her arms to her sides.

"Surrender now?" I ask. She looks me in the eye and shrugs. "Don't make me tickle you again, Omega."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and holy fuck if that doesn't have my half-hard cock stiffening like steel. She feels it beneath her and, her eyes glinting even more, she bites her lip and rubs against me.

I groan, long and hard.

"Omega," I warn.

"If you're going to play dirty, then so am I," she says.

"Two can play dirty."

She rocks her hips, moving her core along my shaft, a core that smells obscenely and temptingly wet.

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