Page 50 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Stone

R ecovery has gone better than I thought it would. My wounds are starting to hurt less and less each day, and I’m getting a wider range of motion with my arm.

Even though I’m getting better, nothing has changed how bored I feel.

I’m so used to being on the go all the time. From the moment my eyes open when I wake up to the time they close when I go to sleep, I’m used to pouring all my energy into work.

I don’t know what to do with myself, considering the fact that I’ve been stuck on bedrest for the past couple of days.

I feel useless, especially after Milo came in with that video he found of an underground, illegal feral alpha fighting ring. The only thing I could do with that situation was call some of the detectives at the station.

My heart instantly starts racing when I hear Reyna’s tentative knock on my bedroom door. She still knocks like she doesn’t know whether she’s allowed in. I should figure out a way to fix that. She’s welcome in my room anytime she likes.

I push myself up so I’m sitting up against the headboard and run a hand through my hair. Considering my buzz cut, running my hand through my hair makes no difference to my appearance, but I can’t help but be a little more image-conscious around her.

I certainly know I don’t look the best. I took a look at myself in the mirror last night when I was getting ready for bed, and I noticed I’ve been losing a decent bit of muscle mass.

It’s a silly thing to hyper-fixate on, considering I nearly lost my life, but still.

“Come in,” I call out when I’m finally satisfied with doing my best to look good enough for Reyna.

My jaw nearly drops when she walks in. Her jet black hair is mussed and messy. Like she was just freshly fucked. The flush in her cheeks and the sweetness and electric notes to her petrichor scent, mixed with Milo’s gunmetal all over her, make me think that’s not out of the realm of possibility.

My eyes lazily draw down her body, catching on the thin, tight tank top that hugs her perfect tits and hints at the outline to her nipples.

Her sleep shorts showcase the muscular and toned legs I feel like she has to spend at least some time working in the gym for.

They remind me of a more comfortable version of the shorts she wore when she was a ring girl.

Tight, practically nonexistent, and hot as fuck.

What can I say, as someone who goes to the gym religiously—at least when I’m not stuck in bed after being tortured—I appreciate a nice ass.

And Reyna’s?

God, it’s?—

“My eyes are up here,” she says, resting a hand on her hip and rolling her eyes playfully.

My gaze instantly jerks up and I let out a soft cough.

“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat.

“I was just teasing you, don’t worry, you can look all you want,” she says.

A slow grin tugs at my lips.

“Well then why don’t you give me a little spin?” I say, my voice low.

“Oh, a man who knows what he wants, huh?” She says. “What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want, Wildflower, anything you want.”

“That’s an awful good deal,” she says, slowly turning around. She pauses, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns back to look at me. “For me, that is.”

“Oh, trust me, I think I’m winning right now.”

She’s gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. And she knows it.

Her confidence only adds to the intoxicating energy around her.

“Come here,” I say softly, my voice hoarse.

“And what’ll I get if I do?”

“Two anythings,” I say. It’s a stupid answer, but I think my brain lost the blood it needed to function a long time ago. It’s currently being sent to the other head I’ve got between my legs.

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she says, laughing as she walks slowly over to me.

The sway of her hips and the slight bounce of her tits, unrestricted without a bra, are mesmerizing.

Fuck me, I could come just replaying her walking to me over and over again in my brain. I’m so attracted to Reyna that her walking does it for me.

I’ve never had this sort of connection with any other omega. Sure, there have been plenty of other hot omegas that have expressed interest in me in the past—especially because of the uniform I wear—but they’ve never been Reyna.

She stops in front of me and the intoxicating mix of her perfume and Milo’s scent drive me crazy. It’s a delicious mix.

“So, I’m close, now what?” She asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I tug her onto my lap and she follows without much prompting so that she’s straddling me.

“Did you and Milo have fun?” I murmur, running my nose up along the side of her neck.

She stiffens in my arms for a split second. I don’t know if I would’ve noticed it, considering how distracted I am right now, if she weren’t on my lap, but I catch it.

“We did,” she says, glancing away from me. “Is that—do you—do you have any issues with that?" she purses her lips. “I’ve never done this pack thing before.”

“What? No, I don’t have any issues with that at all,” I say, my brows instantly drawing down.

I shift my hands up from her hips to her shoulders, my thumbs tracing small circles along her collarbone in an attempt to reassure her.

“We’re a pack, Wildflower. That means we’re a package deal.

I think it’s awesome you took things further with Milo. I’m so glad you guys had fun together.”

A wistful smile appears on her lips as if she’s thinking back on it.

“It was fun,” she says.

“The question was honestly because I was a little surprised. Milo hasn’t shown interest in any omega before, you know?”

She nods. “Yeah, he told me about what happened in middle school.”

“So you know how big it is, that he’s willing to get intimate with you,” I say, flashing her a soft smile.

“Yeah,” she nods. “We’re taking things slow, we only really got to second base.”

“Second base being…” I let the question hang in the air between us. For whatever reason, different people have different definitions of what the bases are.

“Second base being I took my shirt off and we were making out," she answers. “You’re awful curious, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me? I may not be jealous, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”

I let my gaze travel down from her face to her body as I trail my calloused hands down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My hands settle on her hips again and I give them a gentle squeeze.

“Oh? Curious, huh? So do you want a taste too?”

“If you’re offering.” My voice is so low it’s nearly a growl.

My cock is throbbing in my boxer briefs right now. It’s practically begging to be let out.

Her lips curl up into a teasing smile.

“Oh, only if I’m offering? I was expecting a bit more from you, Stone. A girl likes feeling important, you know.”

“You want me to lay out just how badly I’ve wanted you—no, needed you—ever since you came into that locker room at The Warehouse?” I say, my lips tugging into a dangerous, almost wolfish grin. “I don’t know if you can handle that.”

“You’d be surprised what I can handle," she says, running her hands up my arms and squeezing the muscles in my shoulders. “I’m sure I can handle whatever you have to throw at me.”

“I may be a gentleman, but I’m going to take that as a challenge,” I growl. “I’ll wait for as long as you want to, but the moment you give me the go ahead, I’m going to worship you the way I’ve dreamed about since I first met you.”

“Oh? And what have these dreams entailed?" She asks, shifting her weight so she’s grinding down on my hardness.

I grip her hips and still her movements. Like I said, I may be a gentleman but I’m still an alpha. An alpha with a delicious-smelling, drop-dead gorgeous scent matched omega on my lap.

My control is holding on by the thinnest thread possible, and I think she knows that. Based on the glimmer of excitement I see in her normally stormy gray eyes and the racing pulse I see at the base of her neck, I think she’s trying to see how far she’s able to push me.

If she wants to push me, I need her to know what she’s going to get out of me.

“I want to peel these tiny sleep shorts off your body and bury my head between those delicious thighs of yours,” I growl.

“Delicious, hm? So you like my legs… I’ll remember that.”

“I love your fucking legs. If I could, I’d have you ride my face until I died there.”

Her eyes go a bit wide. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate and her lips part at my words.

I run my cheek along the column of her neck, scent marking her with my own spicy pepper scent. It mixes with the charged ozone undertone of her petrichor perfume and Milo’s gunmetal.

The combination is out of this world. It makes me wonder what the pack’s nest would smell like, with all five of us together.

“Tell me more about that,” she whispers, her voice breathy.

“More about you riding my face?”

“Yeah,” she nods eagerly.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

I easily shift myself lower on the bed with her on top of me and despite her initial squeak at my sudden movement, she doesn’t protest.

“Are you gonna take those hot as fuck shorts off yourself or would you like me to rip them off of you?”

She rolls her eyes, despite the red-hot blush covering her cheeks.

“I’ll take them off, you caveman. These are the only pajama shorts I have.”

“We’ll have to fix that, then. I’ll get you a whole dozen so I can rip a few off of you and you can still have enough to wear a different one every day of the week.”

“Hmmm, I’ll think about it," she says, a twinkle in her eye. “You know, I’ve never ridden someone’s face before.”

I freeze, my eyes going wide with shock.

“Never?”

“Never.”

Holy shit.

I can imagine, given what I know about her past, why no one has done this with her. I get the impression that Northside alphas, or alphas in general, who are willing to pay for an omega’s time aren’t particularly concerned with the pleasure of the omegas they fuck.