Page 13 of Risque (Pack It In #1)

Mila

“Why does rich people food taste so good?” I groan, enjoying the way the sesame chicken melts on my tongue.

It’s not authentic in the slightest and it’s nothing like the corner shop I get it from.

I tried to look at the receipt but Mr. Holt stole it from me.

I did catch something being nearly fifty dollars but that’s it.

A moan filters through my lips as I dig into the lo mein, my cheeks puffed out with how hungry I am.

I’m going to have at least another spike this evening but it’s clear to me this isn’t a heat.

No, this is my body trying to tell me that my Alpha, my mate is right in front of me and he hasn’t claimed me.

We still haven’t talked about that yet.

“You look like you’re enjoying it.”

Heat rushes to my face as I look up from the odd little nest I conjured in the middle of his bed, Mr. Holt standing at the edge. His head is tilted, eyeing me curiously, the man only dressed in a pair of low hanging gray sweats.

Time has been good to him, the long hair usually pulled back now falling around his shoulders, the slight plumpness to his torso making me sigh with satisfaction. I was right earlier—he was really soft and nice to lay on.

It takes me a second before I realize I’m drooling and reach my hand out for him. “Sir, I made you a spot.” I’m still naked, my skin flushed with heat, but I’m lucid for the moment and that means food. And cuddling. At least I hope it does.

Mr. Holt obliges, carefully climbing into my nest and then pulls me into his lap.

I then grab a piece of sesame chicken with my fingers and feed it to him, the Alpha sucking on my digits longer than necessary.

I let out a little gasp, my hole gathering slick again.

The worst timing, really because I’m enjoying this Alpha’s expressions as he’s tasting all over again.

I offer him a dumpling this time, juice sliding down his chin that I catch with my lips, sucking there until heat blooms in the pit of my belly. A whine tears from my throat, frustration building in my chest. I want to take care of my Alpha, to feed him but I can’t do that during a spike.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself if you try and wait it out.”

“You need to eat,” I push out.

Mr. Holt just laughs as he helps me sit up and then positions me over his thighs. He reaches between us to unearth his cock before helping me to slide down on his length, the sudden heat dissipating. “Better?”

I nod and twist around to grab the orange chicken this time, grabbing another piece to feed him.

I could use the fork but something about the way his lips caress my fingers, the way his eyes intensely meet mine…

it’s everything. “Tell me what it tastes like.” He frowns and I shake my head, assuring him my taste buds are fine.

“I want to hear it from you. The experience.”

I slip the piece between his lips, Mr. Holt chewing slowly until he swallows, my gaze following the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“It feels like home,” his voice cracks as he leans back a bit.

I wiggle down on his cock, finding more relief.

I’m going to have to move in a minute but for right now I can concentrate.

“We used to do this when I was a kid. Me and my brothers, all gathering around whatever we could afford. Fuck, I miss when things were simpler.”

A wild grin splits across my face. “When was that, like a hundred years ago?” A squeal tears from my throat as he removes the box from my hand before rolling me onto my back. Then he starts jackhammering into my ass, Mr. Holt grinning with every thrust.

“Could someone that old do this, sweetheart? God, I love your hole.”

I let out a garbled sound, sesame and orange chicken glaze coating his shoulders as I dig into his skin.

“Are you going to come for me, Mila? I want you to come with me.”

“Fuck yes,” I purr, whimpering when he pulls all the way out but I soon find myself flipped over, my ass in the air, our food forgotten as this Alpha fucks me into the mattress.

My fingers dig into the sheets, a fantasy of more flitting through my head.

But tomorrow, I’m almost sure that Mr. Holt will ignore whatever this is.

I was going into heat—mate or not—and if I don’t react like that tomorrow…

I decide not to think about it, especially since he’s splitting me in half with that delicious cock of his. That last thrust tears a moan from me, his knot swelling inside of me just before he releases load after load in my ass. It’s the most deliciously full feeling but I also know it won’t last.