“Oh, yeah?” I snatch his on-call work phone from his pants pocket in one swift movement. I’ve never seen him without it, day or night.
“Sabs.” His jaw clenches. “Give that back. Someone may need me.”
“It’s not ringing now, is it?” I hold it between two fingers, dangling it in front of him. “I thought you were off duty.”
“Give it here.” He lunges for it but narrowly misses it as I step back just in time.
“If you want it,” I shoot him a shit-eating grin, “you’ll have to catch me.”
Before he says anything else, I sprint off. I race past Drax, lounged over the sofa, then hustle down the hallway. My pulse races at the sound of Orin’s heavy footsteps following behind me in fast pursuit. I loop around, dashing through a door that leads into the laundry room where I’m met with the smell of fresh cotton. The machine whirs in the corner, rattling as it cleans.
Shit. There’s nowhere for me to go.
Orin enters the room, closing in on me after he ominously clicks the door shut behind him.
I run in a circle until the two of us are facing off against each other, walking around like we’re in a Western shoot-out. If I’m fast enough, I may be able to dodge under one of his arms. As I dart forward, he catches my waist and spins me. I squeal with laughter as he gently pushes my back against the closed door.
The lighthearted atmosphere turns heavy as he rests one hand above my head, blocking me in. My knees almost buckle from his spicy scent engulfing me.
“You can’t run from me,” he warns. “You’re in my pack now. That means you have to follow my rules, dynamite.”
Fuck, it’s hard not to focus on how wonderful he smells.
“After serving in the military, I thought you’d know how dynamite works,” I rib him. “It has a nasty habit of blowing up in your face.”
The left side of his mouth lifts up in a devastating smile that makes my pussy clench.
“I’m learning that.”
I bat my eyelashes in my best flirty look. “What other rules do you have for me?”
He leans in close, his breath tickling my cheeks. I gasp as he whispers, “You don’t leave this room until you’re covered in my scent.”
He brushes a loose strand of hair off my face, then he leans in to rub his neck all over mine, covering me in his scent while breathing mine in, marking me as his.
I groan, the notion taking me by surprise, no longer having any desire to escape. A moan slips past my lips as his fingers trail up my thigh, all rough and callused against my smooth skin. He moves up farther, traveling under my tee. I suck in a deep breath, heart pounding with anticipation until he reaches my wet panties.
“What a wet little mess.” He caresses me over the fabric, his stare penetrates me, but we don’t kiss. Both of our stubbornness comes to the surface, as if we’re caught in a silent battle. He roughly pushes my panties aside, pulling a mewl from me when he thrusts a finger inside me. “What a dirty omega you are.”
I whimper, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how incredible it feels. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been craving his touch until now.
“Your pussy is tightening around my fingers, omega.” He applies pressure to my G-spot, stroking in a come-hither motion. “Such a greedy cunt. You’ve already been fucked today, yet you still want more.”
I press my lips together, doing my best not to make a sound as his fingers graze over my clit before sliding two back into my pussy.
“I can imagine just how tight you’ll feel wrapped around my cock with all of this slick,” he hums, nose brushing along my earlobe.
The charged atmosphere alone is enough to make me come alone, so I have to dig my fingernails into my palms as he adds two extra digits. I’m right on the edge, clenching to hold it back. As much as I want to come right now, I want to make him work a little first. However, with the combination of his palm rubbing against my clit while his fingers fuck me, I can’t keep all my pleasure inside anymore. It bursts to the surface, and my lips part, as I come all over his hand.
“Think how good it’ll feel when it’s my cock buried deep inside you.” His dirty mouth has my toes curling. Apparently, Mr. Grumpy-Pants isn’t all work and no play all the time after all. “I’ll use your tight cunt, splashing your walls with my cum. When it starts to drip out, I’ll push it all back in just like this.” I let out a moan as my pussy squeezes his fingers while he plunges in and out to draw all the pleasure from me. “Such a good omega.”
He grins smugly as he withdraws. While I’m working to catch my breath, coming down from the surprise of being manhandled by the pack leader, he snatches his work phone—which I’d forgotten I was still holding in all the commotion—from my hand. “Thanks.”
“I guess you’re not so uptight after all,” I murmur.
“I’m full of surprises…”
He steps away, turning the door handle.
