Page 28 of All Packed Up

She blinked her eyes open at him, rolling back over to face him. Nic couldn’t help but notice how fucking pretty she was. Even with tired eyes and pink lips still tilted in mirth… he was a little starstruck.

“Okay fine, you can consider yourself funny.”

“Thank you, I’ll take that award in gold please.”

She chuckled, and her gaze fell to the pillow. Her scent deepened again and Nic lifted a hand to brush her hair over her shoulder.

“You okay, Wendy?” he asked softly.

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said in a husky voice.

Nic breathed in deep. He wasn’t an alpha, so omega scents didn’t affect him the same. They didn’t make him go crazy or fuck with his state of mind. But it did make him appreciate the sweetness of this omega. He watched as her parted lips opened and closed a few times, no words coming out.

“What is it?”

“I freaked out because of why I had to get the shot, but I’m protected, just, uhm.” Wendy scratched at her heating cheek. “Wanted you to know that. So, can I… can we try again?”

Her voice was so quiet, so soft he barely heard it, and her cheeks pinkened in the dim light of the room. Curiosity burned in his chest, but he stamped it down. She would tell him when she was ready.

“Wendy, look at me,” he requested just as softly as she’d spoken.

Eventually her gray eyes lifted to his, seeming more blue than usual.

“You can ask me for anything. The only thing I want is to make this heat easy for you, I don’t care what it is.” He might not have had a specially built nest or whatever packs usually did for their omega, and he might not know how the hell to pronounce cheese names, but Nic had her best interest in mind.

And from what he could tell, that was a hell of a lot more than those alphas ever did for her.

He wanted to protect her.

His gaze fell to the bite mark peeking from between her strands of hair. The whole story hadn’t been revealed, but from what he’d learned so far, all those alphas had done was hurt her.

Wendy swallowed, and he studied her again, looking for any sign of hesitation or wariness.

Instead, swimming in those blue eyes was nothing but a fast growing want.

“If you want to try again, I’ll do whatever I can to make you more comfortable,” he admitted.

“Nic,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the hell up and kiss me, please,” she added in a rush.

Nic lowered his head and kissed her. Their mouths moved together like a well-practiced dance, until Wendy was soft and pliant beneath him. Her legs widened, and Nic slowly slipped between them. She lifted her knees on either side of him and squeezed, pulling him in closer.

Nic went happily. He slid his kisses from her lips to her neck and even lower. Each press of his lips was accompanied by a short pause. If she wished to stop, he wanted to give her any opportunity he could—the absolute last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

But instead she fisted his dark locks and urged him lower.

The little gown she had on was one he’d bought her at the nesting store, and as he shifted the soft silk aside to wrap his lips around a nipple, he’d never been happier with a purchase.

As he lavished the pink peaks, Wendy rocked beneath him, her hips rising up to meet his and grind. Her need grew, and as she panted, the slowly building spark in his gut was burning hotter by the moment.

Just feeling her beneath him, warm and wanting, was something Nic had missed. Being with someone, sharing a part of each other.

He didn’t take it for granted.

He pushed the gown up her thighs, over her belly and breasts until all of her creamy skin was exposed.