Page 45 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"Cut it out," I tell him, knowing it's ruffling Silver's feathers. Besides, something in Silver's bond tells me there's more to this story. That and the sweet scent of omega I can smell on his skin.

I take a hold of my packmate's wrist and bring his hand to my nose. I inhale and, holy crap, that shit is so sweet it sets my tongue tingling.

"Did you finger her?" I ask, tempted to lick his fingers for a taste.

Silver sighs. "I fucking wish. She smelled so good. All I wanted to do was dive under the table and eat her out."

"I would have," Hardy says, coming closer for a sniff of his own.

"It was Sin Sky," Silver frowns.

"Wouldn't have stopped me."

"And this," Silver says, addressing me but pointing at Hardy, "is why we can't let the asshole anywhere near the omega until we've won her over."

Hardy scowls at our packmate. "Fuck off, you know I can behave when I have to."

Ignoring them both again, I ask Silver, "Why do you have her scent all over you then?"

Now he smiles, a huge grin that erupts right across his face. "I kissed her. Kissed her good and proper like I think she's never been kissed before. Kissed her until she rescinded her claim she's not dating, and agreed to go to breakfast tomorrow."

His eyes go all dreamy in a manner I've not seen in years. Not since he made out with Kerry Masters back in high school.

I drum my fingers against my thigh, taking a swig of my beer. "That's good then, isn't it?" I ask. Except if it is, why the signals of dissatisfaction humming in his bond?

"I think Axel kissed her too," he says, that dreamy look draining from his eyes and filling with hatred instead.

"Why the hell did you let that happen?" Hardy asks.

"She disappeared to the bathroom, and he ambushed her before I could put a stop to it." He drains his beer. "Not that I could see a way to put a stop to it anyway. Not without dropping the mask that we're all civilized members of society leading perfectly respectable lives," he mumbles.

"It's fine," I tell him, scratching my fingers through my beard as I consider our situation. "We always knew Axel wouldn't back off. He's not going to make this battle easy for us. Doesn't matter. You've already charmed her into a date. We'll just have to up that charm. Soon as we have that omega screaming our names, dancing from one mind-shattering orgasm to the next, the sooner she'll be forgetting Axel York ever existed. We just have to get there first."

"Starting with breakfast tomorrow," Hardy says, slamming his bottle onto the floor. "When we picking her up?"

"Nine," Silver says, eyes darting to me.

I nod. "You'll meet her, Silver, and take her down to that little place by the harbor's edge."

"Julio's?"

"Yep, that one. We'll be there waiting and you can introduce us."

Silver throws Hardy his most deadly drill sergeant glare. "You better be on your best behavior."

Hardy lifts his middle finger at Silver. "Scout's honor."

"You were thrown out of the scouts."

"Yep," Hardy says with pride. "For my dalliances with the girl scouts."

I jump to my feet, resting my palm on Hardy's shoulder. Hardy pretends to be this hard nut, this clown with deadly fists, but underneath it all he's soft as melted butter.

That's why he managed to collect so many pairs of girl scout panties. Well, that and the fact he was twice the size of all the other boys our age.

"This means a lot to me," I say. Although, I don't need to. Crushing Axel York is an obsession of mine, one my packmates are more than willing to indulge.

"Me too," Silver says, staring at the bottle in his hands. "This girl is special."

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