Page 163 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

He smiles down at me and nods.

“Thanks, Wildflower, I think I needed to hear that.”

“I’ll say it as many times as you need, though it’s probably going to get more and more aggressive each time, because to me? It’s common sense. You’re too hard on yourself,” I huff.

He leans down and brushes his lips against mine in the barest hint of a kiss. It still makes my nipples pebble in the cool air. A shiver runs down my spine.

He doesn’t miss it. As observant as he thinks I am, I know he’s on the same level.

“Let’s get the shower running,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t want you to get too cold.”

He pulls away from me before dropping his boxers to the floor.

Holy shit.

I get a few seconds of seeing his erect cock with a Jacob’s ladder piercing with five barbells along the underside before he turns away to turn on the shower.

A soft whimper of protest leaves my throat before I can stop it. I clamp my hand over my mouth and let out an embarrassed groan when he laughs.

“God, I’m never going to live that down,” I mutter.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, I take it as a compliment,” he says, turning back to me.

My eyes fall right back down to the piercings.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock look that attractive.

“Wow,” I breathe out.

His cock twitches under my gaze.

When I finally find the willpower to drag my attention back to his face, my breath catches in my throat. His expression is dark, almost hungry. It’s the same look I saw him get when he was fighting in the ring.

It’s hot as fuck.

My perfume swirls around me, meeting Stone’s spicy black pepper scent.

“Let’s get in the shower,” he says, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

I just nod, because what else is there to do?

I get a sense that he was serious about not having sex today. It’s impressive, his willpower. Because I’m going to be honest, I don’t have that same control. I want to jump on him.

Or rather, I want him to pin me against the shower wall, bend me over, and fuck me until I’m coming all over his cock like I just came all over his face.

He lets out a soft groan as I step past him, running his nose up along my neck.

“Fuck, you smell divine when you’re thinking dirty thoughts.”

“Oh?” I feel a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks. I sometimes forget that my scent sometimes telegraphs every dirty thought I have.

“Want to know something about my piercings?” He asks, tugging me against his chest, his pupils so enlarged with lust that I can barely see a ring of blue around them.

I nod, unable to find my voice with him this close and the way he’s looking at me.

The hot skin of his cock presses against my hip and I have to fight the urge to move against him.

“When I fuck you from behind, you’ll get to feel every single one as they drag along your g-spot,” he growls.