Page 34 of Pack Deception: Part One

"What?" I ask, horror sluicing through me.

"You heard me," he huffs, skating a finger over my clit in the barest of touches. A pulse of pleasure hits me but is gone in a second. "Tell me, Summer, do you deserve to come after lying to us?"

I stare at him in open-mouthed shock. He asked me a question, but no words are coming out.

"Answer me, Summer."

Nothing. He grazes my clit again, and I cry out.

"Summer..." he prompts.

Not a word. He flicks my bud, and I hold back the cry of dismay when he pulls back again.

"Summer..." Slick is pouring out of me, and the need to come is so great it's becoming painful. My clit is throbbing, and small, unsatisfying pulses cause me to clench slightly around his cock still inside me. He smacks my pussy, and I can't hold back my scream of frustration.

"Summer!" I jolt awake. It takes me a minute of blinking through the haze in my vision to realize it was all a dream. Taking stock of my surroundings, the first thing I notice is my body wrapped around Brooklyn on the couch where I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I notice is, while it was all a dream, my body didn't get the message. My core is dripping with omega slick, my clit is throbbing like it was in my dream, and the need that was ratcheting through me is very much real, too. I feel too hot; my skin feels taut, like it's stretched too tight, and my pulse is racing so fast I know Brooklyn can feel it.

I need to relieve the ache. My leg is wrapped so tight around Brooklyn's that my pussy is perfectly fitted against her thigh. Seeing my opportunity, I grind down on it. The relief is immediate. I sigh, the arousal temporarily sated as my core clenches at the feeling. It goes away almost immediately, though. So I do it again. And again.

"Summer," Brooklyn says, voice straining. I can't seem to care though as my body continues its single-minded mission to sate this unbearable need. Brooklyn rests a hand on my ass, stopping my movements, and a pained whimper follows. "Stop, cherub," her voice is gentle but thick in a way I know she doesn't want me to stop. She just wants me to not regret this later. I can't though. I won't regret anything that takes away the pain.

"Hurts," I whisper, voice breaking.

Her body stiffens beneath me. I look up and meet her eyes, indecision warring in them. "Please, alpha." I didn’t mean to say it, to use the word I know will break her resolve. My body acts of its own accord, and the words flow before I can stop them. And break her resolve, they do.

In a move that she shouldn't be able to do with as close to me in size as she is, Brooklyn sits up with me in her arms until I'm straddling her, chest to chest. "Look at me," my eyes meet hers. "Do you want this? Be honest" she uses a hint of her alpha command, so there's no way for me to lie to her. Not that I would.

"Yes," my answer is fervent, and I keep my eyes locked on hers, open and honest and needy. In answer, she leans forward, dropping me on the other side of the couch.

I'm still in my work clothes from...yesterday? Today? The nearly floor to ceiling windows in the living room are pitch black, telling me it's late into the night or possibly early morning, so I must have fallen asleep in them. The living room is dark except for the TV glowing softly from its mounted position above the fireplace. I was supposed to go home after the movie, be in my own bed with my own pajamas. But I can't say I'm mad that I'm here right now, with Brooklyn, as a wave of preheat hits me.

I'm lying on my back, Brooklyn hovering over me, as she starts to unbutton my slacks. "You will stop me at any time if you feel uncomfortable," she says softly, giving me a stern look I don't dare argue with. I nod quickly, making her hum in approval.

She drags my slacks down at a slow, agonizing speed. A whimper builds in my throat as a wave of heat washes over me. I can feel it spreading through my whole body, surely turning my skin pink, and I rub my thighs together for any small amount of friction. Some relief from the fire building.

Brooklyn chuckles at my impatience, but she doesn't hurry along. Her eyes rake along every inch of my bare skin, from the apex of my thighs and down to where she removes my slacks completely. Dragging down my panties next, there's a little more urgency in her movements, and excitement races through me, ready for her touch. I'm fully exposed to her from my waist down, relishing in the look of absolute hunger in her eyes as she stares at my core. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and I imagine it licking something else.

I groan, going to rub my thighs together again at the visual, when her hands dart out and she holds my thighs open. Soft palms trail from the bend of my knees—where she is holding me open—up toward my center, where I'm burning for her touch. Her fingertips skate past my folds and up to my silky pink blouse. One button at a time, she opens it until my lacy black bra is on full display.

"Beautiful," she breathes under her breath. I'm not sure I was meant to hear that, but I flush at the compliment. She grabs the top of each cup, pulling them down one by one, exposing my peaked nipples, stiff with arousal. Brooklyn leans down and takes one nipple in her mouth, sucking it hard causing me to jolt at the sensation. Everything becomes more sensitive during my heat. Where that action alone would have felt good a week ago, today it has my core tightening and an orgasm building already. Slick pours out of me, and she lets go of my nipple with an audiblepop.Cool air from her mouth hits my now wet nipple and sends another wave of lust through me as she blows on them.

I groan as she repeats the process on the other side. My nipples are stiff peaks, and my core is throbbing now, heat rushing between my legs. Brooklyn tilts my chin up so I'm looking at her and then starts to slowly crawl down my body, leaving a trail of kisses against my chest and stomach, until she settles between my legs. She keeps eye contact with me the whole way, making it even more erotic.

When her arms tuck around my thighs as she gets comfortable, anticipation courses through me.

Just touch me already, I want to growl at her, but the words won't come out. Still looking directly into my eyes, she brings her nose to my core, sniffs, and nudges my folds, brushing my clit.

"Ahhh!" I shout and claw at the couch for some sort of anchor.

"So responsive, m–" she chokes off mid-sentence. I almost frown at her, but then her tongue darts out, she licks a stripe up my core, and my first orgasm tears through me. That's how easy it is to come when I'm in heat, or even near it. Every inch of my body becomes a live wire. Over and over again, my body reaches that peak, but my heat keeps coming. So by the end of the week, when it breaks, my body is so exhausted I usually need several days to recover.

Brooklyn laps leisurely at my core while my orgasm rocks through me. When it's done, and all that's left is a boneless feeling and small tremors shaking my legs, she sucks my clit into her mouth and pushes two fingers inside me. The boneless pleasure I felt washes away as the needy, hot feeling overwhelms me again. Her fingers pump in and out at a maddeningly slow pace, but I still feel the pressure building in me for the second time.

"Faster, Brooklyn. Harder," I gasp as she pushes her fingers against the small, rough patch inside me. She growls a little at my words, and I know what she wants to hear. "Faster,alpha."The purr of approval barely sinks in before she's pumping in and out of me almost savagely. It's perfect.

"That's right. My perfect, sweet omega," she coos as I shout her name. "So tight," the words come out between clenched teeth. I can feel myself tightening as I race toward the edge. The pressure builds and builds until...

My back arches off the couch, my eyes squeeze shut, and my mouth is open in a soundless scream as euphoria takes over. My pussy pulsates over and over; Brooklyn's fingers don't stop moving until I've come all the way down from my high. When I've stopped clenching down on her fingers, she withdraws them, and I can't even bring myself to feel embarrassed at the audible squelching sound from my arousal. I'm too blissed out to care about anything but remembering to breathe.

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