Page 37 of Pack Deception: Part Two

Tail wagging aggressively and tongue lolling out of her mouth, I’m sure she has not understood a thing that I’ve just said. I sigh. “It’s going to be okay. You were a police dog. Surely that means you’re already housebroken and well-trained.” I’m talking not to Nala now but to myself.

I finally find Brooklyn in her room, sitting on her bed with her laptop resting on her outstretched legs. There is a focused frown on her face as she stares at the screen, typing relentlessly. I think about turning around and coming back when she isn’t busy, but then Nala lets out an impatient bark, and Brooklyn's head pops up, surprise limning her gorgeous gray eyes.

Shoulders back, I try to throw some confidence into my gait as I stalk to her bedside. Nala follows right at my hip.

“And who might this be?” Brooklyn says, humor in her voice.

That’s a good sign.

“Nala. We rescued her from the pound this morning. She was set to be euthanized next Wednesday. And she’s a retired police dog.”

“Well, aren’t you gorgeous,” Brooklyn murmurs as Nala approaches her with caution. The hair on the back of her neck sticks up ever so slightly, and Brooklyn extends her hand for Nala to sniff. And she does. After sniffing the back of her hand and glancing up at me–seemingly to see if we like her–the hair sits back down, and her tail starts up its dance again.

Brooklyn laughs, a husky, alluring sound that immediately has my blood heating as Nala jumps up on the bed for extra love. At least she’s already making herself at home. My heart warms as my protective puppy gives sweet, slobbery kisses over as much of Brooklyn as she can. Not that she minds, it seems. Her laughter fills the room as she pets Nala all over.

“Okay, you love. That’s enough. Down,” she chuckles, and to my surprise, Nala barks and obeys immediately. She bounds off the bed and runs to the door but doesn’t leave. Instead, she circles a few times in one spot before plopping on the ground and laying her head on her front paws.

“Come here,” Brooklyn purrs after setting her laptop on the bedside table. My feet move without any hesitation. I crawl up onto the bed to sit beside her, but she takes it a step further and wraps one arm around me, using the other to pull both my legs over hers. There isn’t an inch of space separating us this way, and I cuddle down a little further to get comfortable, wrapped in her warm embrace. “Hey,” she says, and tilts my chin up with a finger, “Are you happy?”

She looks at Nala briefly, but the question feels more loaded than that. Like she’s still worried about the way she moved me in, about how I feel with my place in the pack.

I answer her unspoken question instead. “After I ran from my old pack, I spent months wondering what my life would look like. Worrying that I’d have to take suppressants my whole life, struggle through heats alone, and run every day until either they died or I did.” Her eyes shudder briefly at that, but I continue. “I thought I’d never be happy again. That I’d spend the rest of my life alone. Packless. Now I have four mates, sent to me from the Goddess herself. I have the sweetest new puppy. A job I love. For the first time in a while, I feelsafe.So…yeah, alpha,” I whisper breathily, “I’m happy.”

Silver lines her gray eyes, and I feel myself start to tear up, too, as she looks at me with a deep, unending devotion and says, “I love you.”

My words come out sounding choked. “I love you, too.” Then her lips are on mine, and her tongue sweeps into my mouth with thorough, lazy strokes. The hand on my cheek moves back so she can snake her fingers through my hair and tug a little. A moan escapes me at the movement, her soft lips not leaving mine for a single breath. We sit like that for a while, my legs thrown sideways over hers as we get lost in each other. But then her hand leaves my hair, and I feel the back of her fingers trail down across my throat, a whisper of a touch, and continue south to ghost over my breast.

I suck in a breath at the touch, and she takes the opportunity to move from kissing my lips to trailing light, biting marks across my jaw, down to my neck, and along my collarbone. I throw my head back to give her better access, and she takes full advantage. “Right here,” she groans, biting a little harder on the junction between my neck and shoulder. “I’m going to bite you here so everyone knows you’re mine. Soyouknow who you belong to.” The primal part of me, the part so ingrained in my biology to want to be possessed, preens at the growl in her voice.

An alpha claiming her omega.

Her hands find the hem of my shirt, and I lean away from her just enough to help her pull it off so I’m left in only my simple black bra and light blue jeans. Soft hands wrap around my ribs, right under the band of my bra and her thumbs stroke lightly over the exposed skin. Brooklyn’s eyes are a little glazed as she stares at me, her scent spiking in the room, and she leans down to place a featherlight kiss on the top of each of my breasts.

My heart rate spikes and I feel slick starting to pool at my core. The build-up is driving me crazy, and lust pools in every crevice of my being.

“Please, Brooklyn. Touch me,” I beg. But she growls softly, and I quickly amend it to, “Please,alpha.”Her purr of satisfaction sends a shiver crawling down my spine. Suddenly, she moves so quickly that I startle, and in the next second, she’s throwing my pants across the room as I gape at her. I’m now somehow laying flat on my back with my legs thrown over her shoulders, completely exposed to her. She doesn’t waste any time before licking me from opening to clit. I grip the covers on either side of me, holding on for dear life as she starts up a relentless rhythm. A no-holds-barred, veritable feast. Alternating between sucking my clit, giving teasing strokes with her tongue, and hard, fast circles with her thumb. My release barrels through me so fast and surprising that I shout, screaming her name as I clench around nothing.

Most people would stop, smug in their satisfaction at getting off their partner. But Brooklyn doesn’t miss a beat, not stopping for me to recover as she thrusts in two fingers, curling them to drag along the rough, oh-so-sensitive spot inside me.

I can’t tell if I’m sobbing, begging, or pleading. Maybe a mix of all three as Brooklyn pumps her fingers in and out of me, hard and fast. Merciless.

There is a tearing sound that I vaguely realize is the comforter ripping beneath my ironclad grip.

The pressure starts to build a second time, the feeling more powerful, more intense than the first. With her fingers still moving in me, my mate plants one then two trailing kisses along the inside of my thigh before…

“Ahhh!” I moan my release as her teeth sink into the meaty flesh of my thigh, right below my underwear line. It won’t create a bond outside of a heat, but it can still be a powerful aphrodisiac under the right circumstances.

“So perfect.” She kisses over the bite mark.

“So beautiful.” A kiss on my hip.

“Kind.” Up along my stomach.

“Smart.” Between my breasts.

“Tender and sweet.” She flicks her tongue over one peaked nipple and the next, making my core flutter with a small aftershock.

“Mine,” she growls against my lips in a final, rough claiming. My grip on the comforter relaxes, fingers a little stiff from squeezing so tight for too long, and I bring my hands up and weave them into Brooklyn’s hair to hold her head to mine.

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