Building a Pack is Ruff, Part 1 (The Pack Pets Omegaverse #2)

43. Garret

Chapter 43

S he’s ok with this. I’m touching her, tasting her, and she doesn’t mind. She’s not pushing me away. I didn’t mean to growl or get possessive. When I saw her with Teddy earlier, it felt like someone was ripping out my heart. I knew she’d been with Sam yesterday but he’s her pack alpha. And realistically I know she’s been with Teddy, he’s her omega, but he was my friend first. A small illogical part of my brain keeps throwing out that he already has my brother, he can’t take her away from me too.

That’s insanity.

He’s not trying to take her from me.

She’s not even mine until she says she is.

Please, please let her agree to be mine.

I don’t even care that she looked to Sam for confirmation earlier, checking in with the big alpha that it was ok for her to kiss me. I’ll happily be whatever she needs or wants me to be. As long as she’ll let me be hers. I need her more than I need my next breath.

Her warm hands slide under my shirt and up my chest; it feels like sparks are going off beneath my skin. She’s still straddling my lap and grinding against me as her palms come up and cup my face, pulling me in for a kiss. She’s so fucking perfect, with her smiles and her bright eyes. Her lips are soft against mine, and I close my eyes, reticent to stop looking at her, but needing to focus on the sensation. Nothing’s been made official, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to touch her like this again, so I need to be able to remember this for the rest of my life.

She’s so warm against me, and I trace my hands from her hips up to brush my thumbs across her ribs before circling behind her and pulling her tiny frame towards mine. She’s so much smaller than me. Taller than most omegas, but not as plush. She’s still all gentle curves pressed against my harder frame, and I pull away slightly to yank my shirt over my head. Needing to feel that softness against my skin, I touch her with my calloused fingertips. Doing my residency at the hospital for these months has roughened the flesh of my hands, and I internally curse myself for not using lotion more to keep myself soft for her. I never want to hurt her again.

Her nipples feel like hard little pebbles rubbing against my chest as I bury my face in her neck and take in as much of her scent as possible. There’s still the undercurrent of Teddy’s cookie and Sam’s fresh cut cedar, but her own trace of lilac is life, and I pull her tighter to me, huffing against her shoulder, trying to breathe her in.

Her nails scrape down my back and she wiggles against me, giggling.

Shit, I forgot how ticklish she is.

Taking the chance, I bite down none too gently where her neck meets her shoulder and I’m rewarded with a dark, shuddering moan, her hips twitching against mine. Her scent gets stronger and, fuck me , but I need to taste her. I roll us so that she’s laying across the top of the bed and I’m on top, trailing tickling kisses with nipping bites down her collarbones. I stop for a moment to take one tight peak into my mouth. Laving my tongue over her hot skin before she starts wiggling again, I bite lightly, drawing another whimpering groan from her lips.

My teeth scrape over her flat stomach, and my mind flashes a brief image of a lazy morning snuggled in bed, intimate in another way, vulnerable as I see just how much I can tickle her before she gets angry at me. I want those; slow mornings, late coffee mornings, mornings where we just cuddle together and talk. She can tell me about growing up here, her family, what it’s like being a beta...or anything she feels like, really. I just like the sound of her voice, her laughter. I’m momentarily tempted to blow a raspberry on her stomach just to hear her shriek and giggle like I know she would.

But I don’t know if those mornings will ever get to happen, so I need to taste her while I can. Sear her into my memory in case Sam makes us leave or our father pulls us away again. I finally understand what happened to Steve, how my fun-loving, happy-go-lucky twin turned into a morose asshole, a shadow of his former self.

Kelly’s hand in my hair brings me back to the moment. My gaze following the planes of her body up to meet her eyes. She silently asks if I’m ok, her long fingers gently brushing through my hair and down my jaw. I turn my head and stop dead at the sight of Teddy pressed between Sam and my brother. Kelly lets out a sharp gasp and my eyes are drawn back to her face as she’s suddenly mesmerized by the trio at the end of the bed.

If this is my only time with her, I better make it count. I slide farther along the mattress, nipping against her hip-bone to draw her attention back to me before I finally make it to her mound. This close to her core, her scent's stronger, and my mouth waters for a taste. I’ve been told that omegas taste like their scent. Which means it’s probably good they smell like dessert, but I’ve never experienced that. Until Kelly, I’d never really been kissed. I didn’t see a point in getting attached to someone I was marginally physically attracted to if there was no way to keep them.

Taking a deep breath, my head fills with her subtle lilac scent, and something musky and slightly sweet. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I trace my tongue up her slit, soft and swollen with arousal. Slippery enough that my second pass slips inside, tracing over the more delicate skin. Her flavor bursts across my taste buds, and my eyes slip closed, savoring a taste I could happily wake up to for the rest of my life.

Wedging my shoulders under her thighs, I fall upon her, needing to lick up every last drop. I barely register her low guttural moan or her hands yanking at my hair. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right. I just know I need to taste more of her. Using my fingers to bring more of her flavor out, I pump inside her, lapping up everything I can, her cries loud in my ears as I nip and suck against her tender places. Her body shakes and jack-knifes around me, almost dislodging me from my feast. I open my eyes to meet hers—they’re glassy, and her skin's flushed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her panting breath, and she looks between me and the trio on the other end of the bed.

Turning my head, I’m momentarily stunned seeing my brother pulled tight against Teddy’s chest. His back arched forward as the big omega grips his hair tightly, pulling his head back and rutting into him. Sam stands beside him, hand wrapping behind Steve's neck, voice soft and almost gentle. “That’s it, my sweet boy. Let it out. You’re safe. Shhhh. It’s ok.”

Sam closes his hand over Teddy’s wrist, squeezing just tight enough that he has to let my brother’s hair go, and Steve drops forward, his head flopping against Sam’s chest, and I hear a muffled sob. The bigger alpha strokes his hair and holds him as he continues to make quiet, comforting noises.

I feel like I’m intruding, like I shouldn’t be seeing this private moment. Especially not involving my brother. I crawl up Kelly’s prone form. Still wanting to hold her, to touch her, to feel her against me. But my own arousal's gone from witnessing my brother breaking down between the love of his life and a big alpha that doesn’t look like he has a nurturing bone in his body. I need to have her in my arms. My mind's a muddled haze, and I can’t tell if this pack's the best possible outcome for us, or the worst.