Page 99 of The Packaged Deal
“I’m fine,” I say in a soft voice and lick his jaw. “Just wanted to say hello.”
“I see.” He puts his diary aside and strokes those huge hands up my arms.
A pressure grows in my chest until it comes out. A low, soft purr thrumming through my ribcage.
Adrian melts in my arms, pulling me tighter, burying his nose in my shoulder and breathing deeply.
“You are the sweetest omega I've ever met.”
“Adrian, please!”
“What do you need, Omega?”
“I need…” I stop, and then start again. “I need you, Alpha. I need you to touch me, to put out this burning inside me. To give me your knot.”
I feel powerful and needy. A part of me feels like the cage keeping me locked up has finally been opened. But the rest of me is burning alive.
“Alpha, please.”
“You’re in heat, Jade.”
I blink at him. Heat? I’m in heat? Well, that’s interesting. That might explain why my panties are soaked. My core aching for something to fill it. I don’t even care. I just need him.
Sven.
My Kandi-cane.
I moan and mash my lips to Adrian’s. But it feels wrong to kiss him with Sven and Kandi in my mind. I pull away and stare at him. Frustrated and unsure how to vocalise it.
“I was imagining Sven fucking me and wondering how different you’d feel,” I admit.
“And how did he fuck you?” Adrian whispers, igniting the sleeping temptress inside me.
I writhe on his lap, shifting until my chest is flush with his. “In the bathroom at the pub,” I pant.
“He fucked you in the bathroom?” Adrian sounds amused.
“On the counter,” I pant and kiss his temple. Adrian trails his mouth over my chest, nipping at my collarbone.
“You like that kind of thing, baby? Being where you can get caught? Being heard and smelt by all the alphas nearby? You like Sven staking his claim and making sure that everyone knows you belong to him.”
I moan and roll my hips against his.
“Yes. I want you to claim me. I want you to tell everyone I belong to you. Please, Alpha, please. Make Sven see that I’m yours, too.”
Adrian lets out a low growl that rumbles through my chest, then stands up, lifting me into the air.
“Upstairs,” I whisper.
He pauses, and then reverses direction, heading towards my nest. When we get upstairs, he makes a sound of deep pleasure.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding?”
“Mmm, my nest,” I snarl defiantly.
Adrian growls. “Your nest,” he concedes. “You have an exquisite nest, Omega.”
I preen in his arms, and then kiss him hard enough that he stops moving forward. His taste is a mix of the soft drink he’d been drinking and him. That delicious rain in the forest scent that I can’t describe any better.