Page 52 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Reyna

I collapse backward onto Stone, my legs akimbo by his head. I can feel the hardness of his cock through his boxer briefs against my back.

Stone lets out a soft chuckle after a strained huff of air.

“That—that was crazy,” I pant out.

“Glad you think so," he chuckles.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just collapsed onto you! Are your stitches okay?” I ask, rolling off of him and propping myself up on my elbows.

“I’m doing just fine," he says, wiping the bottom half of his face with his hand, emphasizing his sharp jaw as he shoots me a devilish smirk.

I swear, I feel as light as a cloud right now. It’s crazy.

I guess orgasms will do that to you.

Especially multiple.

Back to back.

I’m covered by a damp sheen of sweat and I’m really glad I’m not wearing any makeup, because I probably would’ve cried it off after the third orgasm.

I didn’t even know it was possible for me to have multiple orgasms like that. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never had an orgasm with an alpha before. None of my previous clients ever cared and Nate was never attentive enough to make it happen.

Stone, on the other hand?

He ate my pussy with a single minded focus. That single minded focus being my pleasure.

“How are you doing?” He murmurs, rolling over to his side and brushing away some of my hair from my face.

“Good,” I nod. “A little scatterbrained. I don’t think my brain can work anymore.”

“That means I did my job properly,” he says with a self-satisfied smile.

My breath is a little shaky as I inhale. I can’t help but feel an external pressure to return the favor. And I’d love to. I’d really love to. But I’d much rather just jump into it instead of having this weird interlude where I owe him.

“Do you—do you want me to, you know, help you out too?”

The grin that he flashes at me is almost a little sad. I can see the tightness around his eyes.

“No, Wildflower.”

“Wh—what?” I blink at him in shock.

No?

I’ve never had an alpha say no to me like that.

Hell, I’ve had quite a few alphas do insane shit to try and get me to say yes.

I don’t think I know what to do with a no.

“Hey, take a breath," he says, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. His calloused thumb traces soothing lines along my jaw. “Maybe next time, but I want this time to be all about you. You deserve something where the focus is all on you from time to time.”

“But—but I haven’t earned that,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I—I haven’t even shown you what I can offer you in exchange.”

“See, it’s exactly that.” He sighs softly as his jaw clenches. “You don’t have to do anything to earn being taken care of. You deserve that. Without having to do anything for it.”

My brows draw down and I feel the burn of tears behind my eyes. I quickly try to blink the feeling away. Crying like this, after he ate me out until I came on his face multiple times, while still not wearing any pants, would be embarrassing as hell.

But the words he’s saying almost seem like they’re too good to be true. They seem like a fairytale. This entire situation with the Graylock Pack feels like a fairytale. I can’t help but worry about when the other shoe is going to drop and shatter the fragile hope I’ve started piecing together.

His gaze darts between my eyes like he’s trying to gauge how much I believe him.

The answer is not a lot, but he must see the fact that I want to. Desperately. There’s a part of me that’s clinging to the hope his words have sparked in my chest.

He nods slowly.

“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.”

His expression grows dark and his spicy pepper scent explodes out of him with his excitement.

My own confident smirk makes its appearance as I grip the hem of my tank top, slowly lifting it up over my head, giving Stone a little bit of a show. I like the way these guys look at me. I’ve never felt more powerful, in front of a man, than I do with them like this.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

This time, it’s my turn for my smirk to turn into a full on grin. I feel my pulse racing through my veins, especially when I do a little spin, showcasing my—pretty awesome, if I do say so myself—ass.

I’ve seen the way Stone looks at my legs, so hopefully he enjoys this show.

I glance over my shoulder at him and crook my finger, beckoning for him to join me as I head into his bathroom.

He lets out a soft huff as he immediately gets out of bed.

I lean my hands against the sink, watching him in the mirror as he follows behind me and presses his front to my back. His skin feels hot to the touch.

It makes me whirl around and press my hands against his chest so I can get a better look at his wounds. I haven’t taken off his bandages or checked his stitches yet today.

Fuck, I guess I really am scatter brained. I should’ve checked that before pushing us to take a shower together.

“I would say take me to dinner first, but I think that normally applies to clothes, not bandages.”

I roll my eyes as I start peeling away the bandages from each of his wounds, checking him for any signs of infection.

Flashes of the dirty, dingy, disgusting torture room Stone was strung up in flash on the backs of my eyelids every time I blink, like there’s a projector in my brain. I try and shake off the feelings that linger there and focus on my job.

“Hey,” Stone says, reaching out and stilling my almost frantic hands. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Wildflower? This is supposed to be fun.”

“You feel… you feel warm,” I say, noticing the way my breaths are coming in short almost panicked pants.

“That’s a possible sign of infection. I need to make sure you’re alright because what if I fucked up?

What if you need to go to the hospital? What if you’ve needed to go to the hospital, but I was too busy riding your face and preoccupied with myself to fucking notice! ”

“Wouldn’t I feel some sign of infection? Some sort of fever? Pain? Something?”

My brows draw down and my tongue presses along the inside of my bottom lip.

“I mean, yeah, probably, but?—”

“I don’t feel any of those things, Reyna, I promise.” Stone’s tender tone and the use of my name, not the nickname he gave me, makes me pause enough to snap me out of my panic. At least a little bit. To be honest, I’m still pretty panicked.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure I’m warm because I’m a hot blooded alpha with the most gorgeous omega on the fucking planet, standing naked in front of me right now.”

I swallow hard and nod, my movements still a little jerky.

“Go ahead and see for yourself,” he murmurs softly. “I love the feel of your hands on me.”

“Even if they’re taking off bandages?” I huff.

“Yup,” he nods, saying the single syllable with a ridiculous amount of confidence.

I manage to remove all of the bandages and check all of his stiches. There’s one that looks a little angry. Not quite to the point of infection, but the color of the scab is slightly different than the others.

“I’ll keep an eye on this one,” I say, brushing my finger along his left rib, right below the incision. “But other than that, you’re looking surprisingly well.”

“What can I say,” he says, flexing his bicep. “I told you I was a fast healer.”

God, that thing is the size of my entire fucking thigh.

I stare at his muscular form unabashedly. He really is a gorgeous specimen.

“Wow,” I breath out. “Do you live in the gym or something?”

He shrugs, his grin taking on an almost sheepish quality.