Page 21 of Pack Scratch Fever

PIPER

Dinner with Poe is better than I expected.

Not only did he confirm that he’s a cat whisperer, but my inner Omega is all but ready to jump him.

He opened up to me and showed me his vulnerable side, so I’m running out of reasons to be frustrated with him.

He’s much more than I thought he was.

He’s smart, thoughtful, and empathetic.

Even though he got too close to finding out certain things I’m not ready to discuss.

“So, how many cats do you have at your place?” he asks after we finish dinner.

He cleared our plates, and now we’re sitting on a loveseat that overlooks the backyard.

The tomcat from earlier perches on the top of the fence as the moon shines above us.

Poe’s arm is slung around me, and his delicious scent envelops me.

“Oh.” I shift in my seat. “None, actually.”

“Really?”

I nod. “Really. I have enough at the rescue to take care of.”

That answer seems to pacify him, and I’m grateful he doesn’t push it.

If he had asked Blair, she would have given him a very different answer.

One that explains how I like to punish myself by depriving myself of what makes me happy.

In my mind, I haven’t earned a cat yet.

Just like I haven’t earned a bed frame or anything else that gives me extra comfort.

“What about you? Did you have any pets growing up?” I ask.

“Does a pet rock count?” The corner of his lip quirks, and I scoff.

“No, it doesn’t.” I give him a silly grin, and he matches it, making my breath catch.

Every cell in my body screams scent match, and the longer we sit on the bench, the closer I scoot toward him.

“You really never had any pets?” I murmur, leaning my head against his chest. I close my eyes and breathe him in, savoring every earthy note he offers me.

I haven’t felt this relaxed in ages.

“No, which is why all this cat stuff is so new to me,” he says.

“So, I’m just a crazy cat lady to you then?” I sigh.

He presses a kiss to my hair, and I nuzzle my face into his chest.

“No, you’re my favorite cat lady.”

It’s so cheesy and ridiculous that I snort against his dress shirt, and his chest rumbles with a laugh.

“I like this side of you,” I admit, sighing deeply against him. A delicate purr sounds in his chest, and I let out a hum of delight.

My body thrums as his Alpha scent overwhelms me, and my core throbs with pleasure.

It turns out, I really like Poe.

Even when we first met, I had to fight the attraction I felt for him.

But it was there, and now that I’m seeing who he truly is, I’m enamored.

“I like all sides of you,” he whispers. “Especially when you say I’m an asshole.”

“Hmm.”

There’s another kiss to my hair, and the hand that was resting around my shoulders moves to the top of my arm.

“This color is stunning on you,” he murmurs. “You look like a princess.”

His fingers lightly trail up and down my skin, causing goosebumps to appear on my flesh. The tingling sensation goes straight to my cunt, and I squeeze my thighs together hoping to alleviate some pressure.

“Stealing Maddox’s line,” I mumble into his chest. “Not very original.”

He continues to dance his fingers along my pebbled skin, and I let out a shaky breath. He pauses his movements as I swallow.

“Is this alright?” he asks. “You’re trembling.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “You can keep touching me, if you want.”

Poe’s touches are deliberate, but with no expectation of anything else.

“I do want to,” he says. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I—” he stops himself from speaking and continues to caress my arm.

I can’t believe how sensitive I am. Every light touch makes my pussy throb, wetness pooling in my panties.

Every second, my arousal grows.

“Your scent,” Poe murmurs, “is better than anything I’ve ever smelled in my life. Anything, Piper.”

“Oh, my god,” I moan. “You—I?—”

I’m a babbling mess, horrified at how close I am to orgasming just from Poe touching my arm. I squirm against him, whimpering, and he stills his movements again.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispers.

“What?” I pant. He presses another kiss to the top of my head, and his hand trails down my throat, dangerously close to my mating gland.

I shudder.

“I’ve been imagining how you sound when you come since I first met you.”

I lose the last of my control.

I don’t wait any longer. I angle my head up to press my lips to Poe’s, and fire races through my body.

He cradles my face with his hand, but he’s aggressive when he kisses me, his tongue thoroughly tasting the inside of my mouth. I moan into the kiss, and he growls in response.

When I pull away to breathe, he moves his head to lick at my neck, nuzzling his cheek into my mating gland.

Marking me.

“Oh,” I gasp, running a hand through his wavy hair and tugging. “Don’t stop. Please .”

Poe snarls into my neck, assaulting my mating gland with his mouth, and my release takes me by surprise.

It’s embarrassing how fast I come. I let out a cry so loud it echoes, not caring as pleasure explodes throughout my body. Poe continues to mark me; my sensitive mating gland throbbing with every suckle from his lips.

I come in my panties and leave a wet spot on my light wash jeans, but I don’t care. My core clenches on nothing, desperate for a knot as I ruin my underwear.

When he finally pulls his lips from my mating gland, he tilts my face toward him and kisses me until I’m breathless and twitching from the aftershocks.

“You just came,” he breathes in awe. “You came just from me touching you.”

“Yeah,” I gasp. “I guess I did.”

I gauge his response, hoping that he’s not repulsed.

Not like that time at the hotel.

“Can you do it again?” he demands, his pupils blown with lust. “Could you come again for me, Omega ?”

The undertone of command in his voice makes me shiver.

“I want to,” I whimper.

“Fuck, let me…just let me look at you for a moment,” he stutters, sitting up and shifting my hips so my back is to his chest. When he glances over and sees the wet spot between my legs, he groans. “Sweet fuck. That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Deep within my haze of lust, I realize it’s also a warning sign that my Heat is imminent, and I could trigger his Rut.

But I push that thought aside.

“I want to straddle you,” I whisper, sitting up. “I want to grind against you.”

I want to come again as soon as possible.

He spreads his denim-clad thighs wide as I stand and face him, the ruined crotch of my jeans only inches from his face.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Where the hell have you been my whole life?”

“Better make sure you can keep up, old man,” I taunt, unbuttoning my jeans and stepping out of them.

I don’t care that I’m outside and his neighbors could get a view of my ass.

All I care about is hopping back onto Poe as soon as possible and drowning in that Alpha scent.

These suppressants are doing their job, but my poor body can only take so much.

There’s an Alpha in front of me that I can climb like a tree, and I intend to do so, consequences be damned.

When he sees the wet spot in my damp panties, he groans.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, you smell fantastic, baby. Don’t sit yet, just come here.”

I step in front of him until my panties are just inches from his mouth, and he leans over and inhales .

The sound that leaves him is more animal than human.

“Knew you were the scent match,” he says to himself. “I knew it all along.”

Then, he presses his cheek to my panties and nuzzles my core, growling as he does it.

He marks my pussy with his Alpha scent.

“You want to see?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” he groans, his eyes closing. “I want to see it. Show me what Maddox already got to taste.”

At the mention of Maddox, I shiver.

I slowly step out of my soaked underwear, leaving my bare cunt on display as I stand over him.

I glance down at his jeans and smirk.

I can see the outline of his thick cock against the denim, and my inner Omega lets out a sultry purr.

All insecurities have flown out the window.

Standing before Poe, I feel invincible.

And he just stares and stares at my cunt, his eyes black with lust.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls. “Fucking. Perfect.”

Then, he pulls me onto his lap, my thighs bracketing his hips.

“I’m going to ruin your pants,” I chuckle, thrusting against him. He sucks on my neck, and I whimper.

My stomach flips, and a dull ache throbs in my core.

He stops his movements at my gasp. “Are you alright?” he breathes into my skin. “We can stop.”

The cramp dissipates, and I grind against his erection, eliciting a delicious groan from him.

“I don’t want to stop,” I hiss. “I want to come again.”

He grips my hips harshly, pushing my aching cunt down against his pants. “Like this? You can come just from sitting in my lap like this?”

I moan and tilt my head back. “Yes,” I whimper.

My chest is in his face, my nipples pebbled and sore as they push against the lace of my white bra. Poe presses a kiss to my breast through my blouse, and I whimper again.

“Then come for me,” he commands. “Come for me, Omega. ”

My body immediately obeys, pleasure washing over me. I soak myself, slick pouring out of me and onto his pants, ruining the denim.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out, still convulsing in his lap. “I’m making a mess?—”

“I’ve got you,” Poe groans. “You can keep going as long as you want.”

I don’t stop.

My orgasm is violent and messy, my cunt squeezing on nothing, desperate for more. Poe keeps his face buried in my neck, scenting me and sucking gently on my mating gland.

I don’t know how long it continues, but I know this is the strongest and longest release I’ve ever had.

The only other time I’ve even come relatively close to this is during my Heat.

“Oh,” I gasp, as fire builds in my womb. The scent of warm sugar wafts through the air, mixing with lemon.

I clutch at Poe’s dress shirt, staring into his eyes and panting.

He’s looking at me with wonder, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wild.

“Is it—” he swallows. “Are you?—”

He already knows the answer to his question.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Oh, shit, I am.”

As if to drive the point home, a cramp pierces my stomach, and I let out a cry of pain.

“Shit,” I hiss. “My Heat can’t be starting here. It can’t. I’m so fucking embarrassed?—”

Poe’s blissful face turns into an expression of disbelief. “Embarrassed?” he repeats, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Embarrassed about what?”

How about that I’m half naked on top of him, coating both of us in slick?

How about the fact that I’m acting like a feral Omega that’s never been touched before?

I should move out of his grip. I should leave and spend my Heat alone in my apartment.

But I don’t move, still clinging to Poe’s shirt desperately while I straddle him, my slick soaking both of us.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need, and I can give it to you.”

My head spins.

“What do I need?” I repeat. My body grows hot, sweat beading on my forehead.

“ Piper. What do you need ?”

What a loaded question.

There are so many things I need.

The better question is, what is Poe capable of giving me?

What are Maddox and Avery capable of?

I swallow, ashamed to answer and waiting for the inevitable rejection that will follow.

Waiting for Poe to scrunch up his face in disgust at my slick or to be furious that I got off twice, and he didn’t once.

I don’t even realize I’m trembling until he cradles my cheek.

He repeats his question again, this time with an undercurrent of command.

“Omega. What do you need?”

I can do this.

I can answer him.

I just came in the man’s lap, for fuck’s sake.

“My Heat is here,” I whisper. “And I’d like you to help me through it.”

Poe’s eyes darken. “Just me, or my packmates?”

My stomach cramps, and slick spills out of me at the mention of Avery and Maddox.

“All of you,” I whisper. “I want…I need …all of you.”

Poe kisses me fiercely, running his hands up and down my back. “Then allow us to give you what you need.”

A shiver races down my spine. “It’s going to be intense. I don’t know if you can handle it.”

I have a frightening urge to cry while Poe watches me carefully.

“My last one wasn’t easy,” I choke out. “Last time was…last time was…”

Poe shushes me and strokes my hair.

“We’ll take care of you, Piper,” he murmurs. “I promise.”

My inner Omega believes him, his scent a calming balm to the insecurities and nerves inside me.

Still half naked on top of him, I whimper in his hold, squeezing my eyes shut at the painful cramps that can only be alleviated by a knot.

“Please,” Poe murmurs. “Let me.”

Letting out a deep breath, I nod.

“Take care of me, Alpha .”