Page 160 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

“Okay,” he says, nodding slowly. “We’ll just have to show you, then. That’s okay.”

He leans in and brushes his lips against my forehead in a surprisingly soft and tender kiss, especially compared to the way he ate me out like he was a man dying of thirst and I was his oasis.

“And trust me, Wildflower. When you’re ready—and I mean really ready—to take things to the next level?” The smirk he flashes me would have my panties incinerating if they weren’t already lost somewhere in his bed. “It’ll be fucking magical.”

I lick my lips before my lips tug into a grin of my own.

“Oh, I promise it will be,” I say, my voice low and sultry.

His cock twitches in his boxer briefs, but he directs my attention back up to his face like he wants me to ignore that for now.

“Would you like a shower? Get yourself cleaned up?”

“Probably,” I nod.

I glance away, nervously biting my bottom lip.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the first thought that came to my head was sadness because the last thing I want to do is wash away Stone and Milo’s scents.

“What—what about you?” I ask, shifting so I’m sitting up a bit more.

He grins down at me.

“Do I want a shower?”

“I mean, yeah, I—I know you’re probably going to need some help because of your stitches.”

“Are you asking me if I want to shower with you, Wildflower? Because if you are, the answer is fuck yes.”

God, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

I’m tempted to press the backs of my hands against my face in an attempt to cool myself down, but that feels juvenile.

I lick my lips and nod.

“Let’s do it,” I nod.

“You’re the one who knows more about this than I do, am I allowed to get my stitches wet?”

“They’re non-dissolvable, so yes. It’s been more than 48 hours so it should be fine.”

“I love it when you talk smart,” he murmurs before leaning in and capturing my lips with his in a passionate kiss.

I can taste the barest hint of my own essence on his tongue and it makes a quiet moan leave my throat. I reach up and grip the wrist of his hand that’s still cradling my cheek to keep myself from getting swept away in the kiss.

It’s slow and lazy, like he’s taking his time with me. Like we have all the time in the world to just soak in each other’s presence.

My eyes flutter open as he pulls away with a satisfied smirk.

“I can talk smart more often if it gets me kisses and orgasms,” I laugh under my breath.

“Deal,” he nods. “Let’s get in the shower then.”

“You excited for the view?” I ask, standing from the bed.

“Fuck yes.”