Page 104 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"I don't think so, Alpha. I think you are the one who'll have to surrender here."

"I'm not surrendering, little one. Not if it means you'll keep rubbing that pussy of yours against my dick."

Her cheeks flush and I remember how much my dirty words turned her on in the restaurant. Not that she'd ever admit to it, but she's an omega. I can read her body like a book.

Also to my delight she doesn't stop. Maybe I'm finally getting somewhere. Or maybe all that pent-up omega frustration and desire is boiling over. My cock is making her feel good; I can tell by her scent and the little murmurs of pleasure tumbling from her lips.

I lean in closer and hover my lips above her soft skin. Her soft skin that smells like–

My nose twitches.

Angel fucking Boston!

I snap upright.

"Angel," I growl.

"Huh?" she says, her eyes all dazed and swimming with lust.

"You have Angel Boston's scent all over your skin."

"He kissed me," she says simply.

I growl again. "And did you kiss him back?"

"Yes." She tilts her head to one side, considering me.

"I thought you weren't doing that right now."

"What? You mean dating?"

I shrink back against my seat and to my utter surprise, she kisses me, leaning forward to close the space between us and pressing her mouth to mine.

Her lips are soft and wet and she tastes of champagne and minty toothpaste.

I capture her lips and kiss her back, softly, reverently.

She leans away, meeting my eyes; hers that strange amber color, sometimes nut brown, sometimes golden.

"You can kiss me too, Alpha," she whispers.

"Oh, I'm going to, little one. I'm going to kiss you so damn hard, I wipe any trace of Angel fucking Boston from your memory."

She frowns but then my hands are on her waist, encouraging her to move over my cock again and I'm kissing her hard, showing her exactly how a woman like her ought to be kissed. Showing her how it can be soft and gentle, barely touching her, teasing her one moment, then the next, sinking my tongue deep in her mouth, caressing her lips with mine, nipping and biting at her mouth.

Her arms wrap around my neck and her fingers tangle in my hair at the back of my neck, stroking, tickling, scratching against my scalp. I love that, love her little hands on me.

Those delicious noises issue from her mouth again and I can smell her getting wetter and wetter for me. I move her faster along me, feeling how she's soaking through her panties and my suit pants, warming my cock.

Fuck, I want to sink into her so badly, fuck her until she's screaming my name and my name only. But we agreed we'd take this slow. She's skittish and we're in this for the long game.

I break our kiss and nuzzle her ear.

"That feel good, sunshine? You like that?"

She's too lost in the feeling to respond with any sense. Instead, long drawn out vowels rush from her lips, and then she's tipping her head back, her beautiful neck elongated in the interior light of the car. Her legs shake across my lap. And then she comes.

"Ohhhh," she cries, "ohhhhh," as her body jerks and jolts and more of that deliciously sweet-smelling slick comes gushing from her cunt.

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