Page 89 of Pack Rivals, Part One

She wants to touch.

I leave her and stroll around, trailing my hands over silk and gauze and cotton. Her eyes follow my fingers and I can see the pulse jumping in her throat.

It's like foreplay.

I reach the pile of panties and lift a pair of tiny things into the air. Black. Lacy. I glance from the underwear straight at her.

She stares at me with her mouth hanging open, pulse leaping like crazy.

Little thing is half-crazed. I like whipping her into a frenzy. Watching her fight all those feelings of hers.

The assistants return, arms laden with dresses. I dismiss half a dozen right off.

"I'm taking her somewhere fancy."

"You are?" the first one asks. He glances at the cheap blouse and skirt she's wearing, lip curling.

I think about the knife in my pants.

"Where else would Pack York take their omega?"

The man jolts like I whipped his ass.

"Pack York?" he says, eyes swimming between us.

"Yep, Pack York."

I don't look the part. I'm no Axel. No Connor. I'm dressed in my dark jeans, black t-shirt, chain around my neck. But I bet he recognizes my face.

"She's going to be the most fucking beautiful woman at the party," I tell them. "I want her to have the most beautiful dress too."

The two assistants exchange glances, then drop their dresses onto a chair and head for the back.

"I think we have something that'll do the job, Sir."

"You always name drop?" she asks me when they disappear behind the curtain.

"Only when I have to, little one." I usually just use my knife.

"I liked one of those dresses actually, it would have done just fine."

"Nope, weren't good enough."

"You said I could choose."

"Yeah, but you have to choose right."

She doesn't return my smile, and I drop the panties and walk her way. I stroke my hands down her arms. Her breath hitches.

"I'm teasing. See what they bring out. You don't like it, fine."

"Okay." I don't move away. "Can you please stop it?" she whines.

My hands freeze. "Stop what?"

"Looking at me with those eyes."

"Better?" I ask, closing my eyes. "Want me to keep them shut?"

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