Page 55 of Stuck with my Pack

My body reacts instantly, heat rolling through me like a wave, a low growl rumbling in my chest before I can stop it. Every muscle in my body locks up, trying to resist the instincts screaming at me to take, to claim, to give her exactly what her Omega is begging for.

I try to shift back, give her some space, but then she stirs, a soft sigh slipping past her lips, “Brodie.”

Her voice is hot, breathless, and when I look down, her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. She’s awake. And she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, her scent thickening in the air between us. Pure need. Pure desperation.

“Brodie…” she whispers again, her fingers reaching up and curling in my hair as she presses her body against me, grinding against my length in a way that makes my control snap thread by thread.

Fuck.

I grip her hips, trying to steady her, trying to hold on to my last shred of sanity, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she whimpers, her Omega instincts taking over, her body practically trembling against mine.

Her lips brush against my jaw as she leans up, her breath hot against my skin. “I—” She swallows hard, her voice shaking. “I need you.”

Need.

The word destroys me.

Her fingers dig into my chest, clutching me, her thighs squeezing together as she grinds against me, completely lost in the overwhelming haze of her heat.

“Sophie…” My voice is rough, almost unrecognizable. I have to be sure. I have to hear her say it.

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. My Omega. My responsibility.

“You have to tell me,” I say, my voice dark with restraint. “You have to say it, sweetheart. That you want this.”

She nods quickly, her breath coming in ragged pants. “I do. I want you, Brodie. I need you. Please.”

The please is what shatters me.

Something primal takes over, something deep in my Alpha instincts that refuses to deny her.

A growl rumbles from deep in my chest as my lips claim hers in a kiss that’s all heat, all possession, all need.

Sophie moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body arching into mine like she’s made for me. Her slick an aphrodisiac.

Mine.

I nip at her lower lip, dragging my teeth over the delicate skin before pulling away just enough to press my forehead against hers.

“You’re sure?” I whisper, my voice strained, my body shaking with the effort to hold back.

“Yes,” she breathes, her nails raking down my back, her body practically vibrating beneath me. “Brodie, please. I can’t—I need?—”

I don’t let her finish.

My fingers skim down the curve of her hip, tracing over the thin fabric of her sleep shorts. She sighs again, her body pressing into the contact, and when my hand drifts lower, she doesn’t stop me.

“Brodie…” Her voice is soft, slurred with arousal. I lean in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You’re so warm, so wet for me, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice rough with restraint. “So soft.”

She shudders, her breath catching, and I know I’ve got her. She’s right on the edge, her body reacting purely on instinct.

I trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh, teasing, testing, watching for any sign that she wants me to stop. But all she does is arch into me, her legs parting slightly as she makes the most desperate little noise.

Fuck.

I slip my fingers beneath the hem of her shorts, finding exactly what I expected—slick. So much of it.