Page 80 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"Protective boyfriends?" the woman asks.

"Something like that," she answers, pushing past us both and stomping through the door.

We both follow after her and half way down the hallway, she spins to face us. It's clear she's about to give us a talking to, but then those three Snakebite members wander out of the men's bathroom, and she crooks her finger and beckons to us. Together, we walk further down the corridor.

"I was peeing," she says with exasperation. "This is becoming too much."

"Did you see those three men, back there?" I say, hooking my thumb over my shoulder. "Did you see the snake tattoos on their necks? Snakebites. Crime gang. You know how much money they could make selling you on the black market?"

"That's not going to happen."

"It could. It does," Hardy says, his brow heavy.

Perhaps the weight of his expression gets to her – it's not often Hardy looks so damn serious – because the annoyed expression on her face falters.

"I can't live like this," she whispers, "always looking over my shoulder, worried any minute that someone might–"

"You don't have to," I say, "we'll be here to protect you."

"I don't know," she says, shaking her head. "You can't come barging into the Ladies' bathroom like that."

"I'd do a hell of a lot worse if it meant keeping you safe," I tell her, stalking forward.

Her scent swirls in the air.

She swallows. Her lips part. Her eyes swerve down my body and then up Hardy's.

Hardy takes a step nearer.

"We want to look after you, baby," Hardy whispers, capturing her fingers with his and tugging her towards him. "To keep you safe."

I come closer too, embracing her from behind, holding her between us. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We've got you."

I kiss the crown of her head, then her shoulder and her neck, purring gently against her skin.

Her angry breathing begins to settle and her stiff spine relaxes against our bodies.

"You're okay," Hardy whispers, nuzzling into her ear, his hands moving to her hips. She leans against his mouth, gasping when he sweeps his tongue around the shell of her ear.

Her breaths morph into needy pants. For all her talk about not wanting this, not wanting us, her body can't help but respond to us, and, oh fuck, if it isn't addictive. I could waste many happy hours of my life stirring this woman up.

I nip at her shoulder, raking my teeth along towards her throat. "You feel good?" I ask her, "when you're here and safe with us?"

"Hmmm," she murmurs and I know her eyes are drifting shut.

I take a pace forward, walking the three of us into the shadows of the corridor and up against a wall. It's stupid. Who knows if those scumbags are still loitering around? Who knows who else might be lurking about in this bar? But when little moans come tumbling from her lips, it's damn hard to think straight. My alpha hindbrain takes over and all it wants to do right now is soothe away all her discomfort and make her feel good.

Her soft little body is sandwiched between the two of ours, her hands pressed to Hardy's chest, her head tilted backwards and resting on my shoulder as my packmate trails kisses up her throat and along her jaw. I take his place, running the tip of my tongue over the pulse point on her neck. Her round ass presses against my cock and when she squirms with pleasure, the sensation is enough to make me hard.

Hardy's hands move from her hips to her waist, circling it completely, and I take my opportunity to run my palms over her curves and down to her backside. I squeeze the round globes of her ass and trace my fingers along the seam of her jeans, reaching between her legs. She bucks against my fingers and I curse the stiff material, wishing for an easy way inside.

To my surprise, it's Hardy who comes to his senses first. When the omega whimpers into his mouth. He leans back and peers down at us both.

"Shit," he whispers, as I nibble the point where her neck meets her shoulder. "Silver." I look up at my packmate. His eyes are full of lust but I can see how he's pulling on his restraint. "We can't do this here."

I growl a little.

We could. We could take her right here and now in this bar. She wants it. I can smell it in her scent. We could take her now and show Pack York that she belongs to us. She is ours.

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