Page 53 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

“Kind of, yeah. I normally go every day, a couple hours each day.”

“Holy shit, that’s like, a lot of time, right?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Normally it’s the first thing I do when I get back from work, and I work long ass hours sometimes.”

My brows draw down as I glance up at him. “That sounds an awful lot like you’re overworking yourself. I’m sure you don’t need to spend all that time in the gym to have the physique you do. I know alphas who go to the gym for five minutes, maybe once a year, and still looked pretty jacked.”

I can see shadows start to swirl in his deep blue eyes. With his shirt off, I can see clearly the way the muscles in his shoulders start to lock up.

“It’s less because of my physique,” he says. “I... I do a lot of things to try and feel something. After my sister passed away, that’s been a lot easier said than done, you know?”

He glances away, swallowing hard as he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

“Pain is one of the easier feelings. And I’ve done a lot of stupid shit to feel pain because it was the only thing I could feel.”

“Is—is your tattoo one of those things?”

“You’re observant,” he says with a nod.

“Sorry, I?—”

“No need to apologize, Wildflower. I like that about you,” he says, reaching up and brushing some of my hair away from my face.

I think that amount of time in the chair is both a testament to how detailed the piece on his back actually is and how badly he must’ve wanted to feel something, even if it was pain.

“Is there anything else you’ve done to… you know,” I ask, reaching up to rest my hands on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

A sheepish grin tugs at his lips and he nods.

“Yeah, you’ll get to see it, since we’re showering together.”

“Get to see it?” I lift a brow, my eyes trailing down his body. The only thing he’s wearing right now are his boxer briefs, so whatever he’s hiding has to be underneath…

My eyes go wide as possibilities flit through my brain.

“Holy shit, do you have a piercing?” I whisper-yell at him. I don’t know why I’m whisper yelling, but that seems like the appropriate tone when talking about a cock piercing .

“You really are observant,” he chuckles under his breath, grinning down at me.

He then holds up his hand like he wants to high-five me.

“No way, you have five?!” My jaw drops right along with my gaze, straight to the outline of his hard cock that I can see through his boxers.

“Yup,” he nods.

My mouth opens and closes as I struggle to figure out a way to word “lemme see” without sounding weird, but I’d be lying if I said I weren’t curious as hell. I’ve seen a lot of cocks before, but I’ve never seen a pierced one.

“You want to see?” He murmurs, his voice a soft growl.

“I mean,” I say, swallowing hard. “If you’re offering.”

“Oh, I’m offering. I want your eyes on me, even if I look like shit right now?—”

“You don’t look like shit,” I say immediately. “You should knock off whatever wack ass standards you hold yourself to, Stone. You’re fucking hot. You not going to the gym for a few days after being tortured isn’t going to change that, got that?”

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.

The timbre of his voice and the content of his words have my legs growing weak as I imagine what that would be like.

God, I want that. I want him. I want to feel the stretch of myself around his cock as he fucks me into oblivion.

A gush of slick leaks from me and I press my thighs together.

Now it’s my turn to feel like I’m dying of thirst and he’s an oasis.

I want that. So badly. So fucking badly it hurts.

I’ve never been so turned on in my entire fucking goddamn life.

“Next time, though,” he says, grinning down at me.

I throw my head back and groan.

“Fuck off, you’re being such a tease.”

“I can’t help it, you smell delicious when you’re needy. Now, let’s shower.”

My damp hair feels cool along the back of my neck, which is a welcome respite, considering my skin still feels a bit warm and buzzy.

I wouldn’t necessarily consider what we did as sex, considering he didn’t fuck me, but it was the best sexual experience I’ve ever had in my entire life.

Maybe it’s because everything was focused on me. He insisted that I didn’t have to return the favor, even though I almost desperately wanted a taste of him, too.

“You feel better?” I ask as I finish the last of his bandages.

“Much, thank you.”

“Of course,” I say, smiling up at him. “If it weren’t for you taking that undercover job, I never would’ve met you or the rest of the pack. I’d say that means I owe you.”

He grabs a hold of my wrist, stilling my movements.

“No. You don’t owe us anything. It’s not about debts.”

I stare at him, stopping the initial protest that wants to come out. All my life, my life has been dictated by debts and owing people. Or at the very least, trying to avoid those things.

I think it’ll take me a bit of time to get that out of my head, but I can at least try.

“Okay,” I nod. “But if I’m going to try to work on this, then you’ve gotta try working on not hurting yourself, got it? Life is more than pain.”

“I’m starting to see that,” he says, his hand coming to rest on my hips as I stand.

He really is handsome, especially when he smiles.

I dig around on the bed and grab my shorts before tugging them on, along with the tank top I left on the floor earlier.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and see a notification from Charlotte.

Charlotte

Hi Reyna! I just wanted to send along instructions for the medication you should take to help regulate your hormones and reduce the likelihood of an intense heat.

How are you doing?

I bite my lower lip, hesitating for a split second before thinking, fuck it, she’s a doctor. I might as well ask her the question that’s been bothering me.

She’s an omega too, so hopefully it’s less awkward than it would be asking an alpha or beta doctor. Though, to be honest, I don’t think I’d be nearly as open with a doctor like that.

“Something going on?” Stone asks as he settles back into his bed.

“Hm?” I glance up at him. “Oh, just Charlotte. She’s sending me details for some of the medication I have to take.”

He nods. “Once you’re done talking to her, I want to hold you, if that’s okay.”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot,” I say, flashing him a soft smile before I turn back down to my phone.

Reyna

hi Charlotte

i’m doing well

just had a quick question

Charlotte

What’s up?

this is a little weird, but I know hormones are kind of crazy

god, this is embarrassing

Feel free to ask me whatever’s on your mind, I promise I won’t judge

I type and retype my next text to her over and over again, trying to figure out how to word things before I just send the first version of my question.

Reyna

is it normal to be extra horny around your scent matched mates?

Charlotte luckily, doesn’t let me bask in the awkward embarrassment of actually asking a doctor that question and sends back a quick reply almost instantly.

Charlotte

Yes, that’s completely normal

Especially because of the suppressants you were taking, your hormones will be all over the place as they try to balance themselves.

My shoulders slump forward with relief. Well, I guess I have my answer. I have been feeling insatiably horny ever since last night.

It’s honestly been a bit shocking, the drive and desire I feel for the Graylock Pack.

It’s almost all-consuming, eating into every waking thought.

I’m really glad Stone asked to cuddle because, frankly, I’m a little bummed that I washed off his and Milo’s scents in the shower. I want to carry them around with me. Maybe I can ask Milo to scent mark me again too?

The omega part of me is also screaming for some of their clothing so I can nest with it. It’s like, now that I’ve finally stopped taking suppressants, my omega instincts are finally rearing their head.

Charlotte

Are you experiencing any other side effects of going off of the suppressants?

Reyna

not yet, I don’t think

just a desire to nest

Okay, that’s good. Hopefully, with the medication I’ve prescribed you, you’ll be able to curb any of the more negative side effects

thank you

Of course, please let me know if you have any questions! I’m just a text or call away

Charlotte sends over the prescription’s details and I see that it was sent to a pharmacy near the Graylock Pack house.

“Quick question,” I say, glancing up at Stone, who’s also scrolling on his phone. “The medication was sent to a pharmacy nearby, could one of you guys help me get it since I’m pretty sure my car was burned in the fire.”

“Of course,” Stone says. “Text me the details and I’ll send it to the guys right now. Killian or Theo can pick it up when they come home from work.”

Stone sets his phone down after he sends over the details.

“We’re gonna get you a car, too. Maybe not yet, since you’re still technically in danger and shouldn’t go anywhere without one of us, but I want you to know that you’re not going to be stuck here with nothing to do.”

“You’re joking, you guys are going to buy me a fucking car?” I blink at him, fighting my automatic response to say fuck no to his offer.

“Reyna, you’re our scent match. You’re it for our pack. We were already planning on helping you and your family settle here on the Northside, but now…”

Now things are different.

None of the guys and I have seriously talked about what being their scent match means, but even as someone who’s violently rejected the idea of being with an alpha pack until I met these guys, I know that it means something.

I slowly sink onto the bed and lay on Stone’s chest.

I swallow any words of protest, or any words that are trying to figure out what their hidden agenda is or what I’ll owe them.

Damn. I can’t believe that in less than a few days, my entire thought process and worldview has started to change.

“We’re not going to keep you cooped up in our pack house, once we make sure you’re safe, I promise,” Stone says, brushing a soft kiss on the top of my head.

“Okay,” I say, softly.

Before I met the Graylock Pack, I would’ve been screaming, crying, and throwing up at the thought of one of the worst Southside crime families being after me. But now, it honestly slips my mind most of the time.

Ever since Milo took charge and got rid of my old phone so I didn’t have to see the shit they were sending me, it’s been like they don’t exist. Or at the very least it’s been like they can’t touch me.

Maybe that’s stupid. I should keep my guard up more.

But I’m not alone anymore.

I think I can actually believe that now.