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

50. Sam

Chapter 50

G onna have to teach this girl not to yank so hard, or I’m gonna go bald before I’m forty.

I mean, the last time she nearly pulled my hair out, she was asleep, and it was my chest-hair, but shit.

Rubbing my sternum absently, I stare down at my pretty beta. She looks up at me with the sexiest fucking bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen. She also looks languid and relaxed, like she could fall asleep at any moment, so I lean down and kiss her before I miss my chance…again.

Her breath comes out in a throaty moan as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter to her body. So, not as likely to fall asleep as I initially thought. That’s good. Her hands come up and tangle in my hair again, thankfully not tugging so much as holding my head. She nips and sucks at my lips.

Fuck me.

My hands slide down to circle around her hips, pulling back enough to get a good look at her. I’ve wanted her for so long now, I need to remember this, how she looks, tastes, feels. Fuck, I need to shut my mind off before I lose it right now. I mean, yeah, that happens when you get older, but shit.

She curls up and bites me on the neck again, and it takes all my willpower not to pin her down and sink my own teeth into her sweet little neck. But I should wait—wait until Teddy's with us…and maybe the twins. I don’t know how that’s gonna work out. For my pack’s sake, I hope that they can pull their heads out of their asses.

Why am I thinking of them right now…or their asses? Ok, well, Steve, yeah, he wouldn’t mind. But now’s not the time when I have a sweet, willing, beautiful beta writhing under me and begging me to make us both feel good. “Sam, please. I…I need you.” Her hips twist and writhe under mine, grinding against me. I want to bend her in half like a god damned pretzel and fuck her until she screams my name. I also can't risk hurting her, so at least for the time being, I need to go slow.

Leaning forward, I scrape my teeth down her neck. Enjoying the way it makes her whole body shudder and a little whimpering moan slip out. I pull her up the bed with me, rolling us so she’s straddling my lap. This way she can control how deep and fast we go, at least to start. Grabbing her hips, I drag her over my shaft, rolling my hips against her. She’s still so slick from before.

Catching her eyes, I need to know that she’s really ok with this. When all I see is desire, I lift her up so she’s centered over my cock. Fuck, I wish we didn’t have to use the damned rubber for this. I need to feel her with nothing between us. Pushing my hips up while pulling her down, her hands come up to grip my shoulders. The air fills with her groan as she slowly sinks down on me, taking me all the way to my knot.

When I’m fully seated inside her heat, I take a moment for both of us. She’s only really had sex with Teddy since we’ve known her, not that our omega's small. But she seems a bit shell- shocked, and this'll give her a minute to get used to my size. Plus, she so damned tight that if she moves now I’m going to go off like a fucking rocket—even with the latex dulling the wet clutch of her core. That would just be embarrassing.

Her fingers flex, digging into my skin, and after a bit, her eyes flutter open to meet mine. “Sam…” My name is barely a whisper, but I take that as an invitation and roll my hips slowly, just a tiny bit of friction, teasing her against my knot.

I’m rewarded with another tiny moan, and her hips twitching in my grasp. “You ready for me, sweet girl?” Her head nods down, but that’ll have to do for an answer. I pull back and thrust up harder. Her fingers clench against me, and her hips raise up against my hands, slower and softer than what I was going for. But she’s in charge…for now.

She sets a slow pace, rolling her pelvis all the way down till I feel my knot swelling against her entrance, brushing her clit on each downstroke. Soon she picks up the pace, and I already feel like I’m about to blow. My hands dig deeper into her hips, my fingers splayed across her ass, and pull her hard against me.

As she drops down, her eyes pinch and her brows furrow just a little. I can feel her stretch around my already swollen knot. I’m ecstatic that she wants to try one day, but this isn’t that day, and I don’t want to ruin our time together by letting her hurt herself to make me feel good. It takes all of my willpower not to thrust up into her, but she’s just learning now. So I pull back and grit my teeth, trying to keep that little bit of distance we both need.

Her fingers tighten, nails cutting into my flesh, and her body seizes up, clamping down on my cock, strangling me, so I can barely move. My fingers leave white indents on her skin as I lose the battle with myself and my release hits, forcing a choked cry from my throat. She collapses against me, her head lolling against my chest.

A purr rumbles to life inside me, and my arms slide up to circle her narrow shoulders, pulling her close. Soon I’ll get her cleaned up and tucked in so she can rest, but for now it's amazing to just hold her, relishing this moment of intimacy.

I don’t mind sharing her with the rest of our pack, but there will be times when I'll want to spend time together, just the two of us. The way I imagined it before we met Teddy. What I used to picture when I would see her at the shop. My mind would throw out images of the two of us, curled up on the couch watching TV, or her in the backyard playing fetch with Jake, or maybe helping me in the kitchen to make breakfast on the weekends. Now the house is filled with both her and Teddy’s scents, and while it warms my heart more than I could have imagined, a piece of me wants it to be just the two of us sometimes. Of course, I also want to be able to have time alone with Teddy.

I’m alpha enough to admit I was half in love with Kelly before we ever really talked. Her sweet smile and sunny demeanor, her subtle scent of lilacs, that adorable blush she always has going on. The first time I met her at the shop, I could barely get the words out that I needed an oil change on my damned truck.

Normally I’d just do it myself, but I'd cut my fucking hand open with a god-damned chisel, and it was just easier to take it in. I was lost as soon as I saw her, and just started bringing the damned truck in for everything it needed. Pretty sure Xan suspected the reason why, but I doubt Gabe ever clued in. He avoids the office like the fucking plague.

A soft snore breaks me out of my thoughts. Kelly’s head's still nestled against my chest, and one hand has come up, gripping my chest hair again. I don’t want to risk waking her up, but now I have to figure out how to get her settled and taken care of without losing another chunk of fur. Shit.