Page 69 of Pack Choice

This isn’t right. She’s my ward. I shouldn’t be mauling her, pawing all over her like a poorly trained pup. Molly Stormgate deserves an alpha better than me. She deserves a whole pack of alphas better than me.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

She frowns. “I think it would be averygood idea, Alpha.”

I turn my head away from her. When she calls me that …

I take a steadying breath, trying to block her scent from my consciousness.

“You’ve had a shock. You were in an accident. You’re injured for Christ’s sake.” I close my eyes. “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this.”

“Advantage of me?” Her fingers stroke across my chin, encouraging me to turn my face back towards hers. “I promise you, Alpha, there isn’t a man alive out there who could take advantage of me if I didn’t want him to. I want this. I want you. And I want your knot.”

I groan, my eyes flying open and finding hers full of fire. There is nothing I want more in this world than to knot this sweet little omega. I am a monster. Because I don’t deserve her and I don’t deserve this, but I let her have her way anyway. I let her take me by the hand, tug me to my feet and lead me through the dark hallway, up the staircase and into her bedroom.

It smells so intensely of her. Of her scent, and of her slick. This is where she nests during her heat; the thought of her writhing around on the bed, begging for a knot has my cock dribbling.

“Your brothers?” I say as she closes the door.

“Are upstairs in their nest with their omega and their pack. Can we please not talk about them?”

“Talking isn’t what I thought you’d brought me up here for.”

“No, it isn’t,” she says and then she’s pulling off her top and sliding her shorts, along with her panties, down her legs.

My breath catches in my throat. And I’m on her in the next heartbeat, my hands all over her, my mouth and my tongue too, desperate to taste every inch of her.

“Really need a knot, Alpha?” she pants, her skin hot to the touch.

I’m so desperate to give it to her, I don’t even get my pants off before I’m plunging inside her, bending her over her bed and taking her from behind.

“Shit,” I mumble as her pussy swallows me up, “shit.”

She mewls like a cat, arching her back, wriggling her ass, encouraging me deeper.

I push further inside her. She’s tight and I’m big. Several times I pause giving her time to catch her breath and for her walls to adjust around me and let me in further.

When finally I’m fully seated inside, my gaze falls down to where we’re combined and I pause, taking the sight in, committing it to memory, knowing deep down, however much I want this to happen again and again, it will only ever be this once.

She’ll see through me. To who I really am.

A layer of sweat covers her back, shimmering in the moonlight penetrating through the window. I stroke my palm over her damp skin, her spine arching further, and I bend over her, stroking her golden hair to one side and nuzzling her neck.

She’s panting, her hands fists in the bed sheet.

“Alpha!” she pleads and I know it’s friction she needs.

I’m going to give it to her. I’m going to give her everything she needs. But first – for just a moment – I’m going to savor this. Savor the way she feels, the way she looks, the way she smells.

“Alpha,” she chokes out, and I stroke my hands back down to her waist, taking a hold of her hips. And then I pound into her.

She reaches up onto her tiptoes, her knuckles bleaching white, the bedsheets muffling her screams. I know for all her bravado, she doesn’t want her brothers to hear, doesn’t want them storming in on us, so I muffle my own noises. Swallow down my grunts and groans, the noises I want to ring loud so she knows how amazing this feels, how amazing she is.

Despite my best efforts, some of it comes tumbling out, the words I so often struggle to find.

“Omega, shit, Omega. You’re … you’re so … good.”

“I’m not,” she mumbles, “I’m not good.”