Page 144 of Believe it or Knot

She grins up at me giddily and I can’t stop myself from kissing that smile. She opens immediately, humming happily as my tongue touches hers, strokes it, caresses it. The hand on her back slides down to her ass, hefting her into my arms. Her legs part, thick thighs winding around my hips as her arms fold around my shoulders.

I’m vaguely aware of the other males in the room following us as I haul Sorrel into the room she slept in last night, but I don’t spare them any more thought than that. I’m finally going to claim my girl, after years of wanting this, wanting her. My alpha can’t focus on anything else but the soft weight of her against my body, her sweet moaning sounds and her lavender scent filling the space. I lift one knee and place it on the mattress before bending at my waist and laying the precious cargo in my arms down gently.

A throat clears from the side of the bed, and Sorrel and I stop kissing long enough to turn our heads toward the omega standing there, uncertainly. “I know it might be a little… weird, but do you think… can we stay?” He burst out. “Can we watch?”

Sorrel lets out a surprised gasping moan, her hips rolling up to grind against my cock, and I suck in a hissing breath in response, before I chuckle. “Oh, you little filthy voyeur. You like the idea of that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly. “I do.” She looks up at me, fingers tracing my jaw. I bend my head to nip at the tips and a soft giggle sounds from her. I fucking love that sound. Always have. “We’re pack, aren’t we? It makes sense that they’d be here for this.”

The bed dips next to us as Gray crawls up the other side of the mattress from Liam. His thumb catches her chin and turns her to look at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to. I want her full attention on me, but this is what being part of a pack is like. Knowing that I won’t be my girl’s only focus and understanding that it doesn’t mean she loves me any less.

“You mean that, sweet thing? We’re pack?”

Her nod is almost shy. “I-I think so. I want to be. I want to… I want this to work.”

His thumb strokes her bottom lip. “We do, too. Whatever it takes, Sorrel. We’ll do it.” He bends and brushes a soft kiss against her mouth before leaning back. “Now, claim your first pack mate while we watch.”

Her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink as she peers up at me. “You ready, growly?”

“So fucking ready,” I say, voice a growl like she and Liam call me. “I wish I could say I have the patience to work you up, lick your pussy and make you gush all over my face first, but baby, I don’t think I can wait.”

She nods. “I don’t want to wait either.” Her lips brush my mouth, my cheek, right to my ear as she pushes up to whisper. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Demanding little thing, I think, but I’m already moving, shifting back, pulling off my shirt and my pants as the others help our beta get undressed, pulling off the hotel provided t-shirt and sweats. Hate that she put those on rather than our clothes, our scents. I’m not the only one.

Rafe snarls at the fabric. “From now on, conejita, you’ll wear our clothes when you’re lounging. When we’re at home and it’s just us… hell, when we go out. I want you covered in our scents. None of this.” He shakes the shirt in his fist at her and she laughs.

“Okay, I can do that.” Her fingers brush over his scowl. “You’re just as growly as Gage.”

His expression softens, and he kisses her palm. Then I’m dragging her away from him, rolling her under me, my knees nudging hers apart.

“Gonna fuck you now, biscuit. Gonna claim what’s mine.”

She nods again, legs winding around my hips as I lean over her, gripping the base of my cock to run my tip up and down her wet folds, circle her clit with the tip in a way that makes her hips jump as she moans.

“Do it,” she orders, hand clamping around the back of my neck to tug me down to her mouth for a filthy, hungry kiss. “Fucking do it.” A snarl against my lips.

“Better do it, man,” Rafe says, sounding amused as hell. “Don’t want to make our girl wait.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss at him, before notching my cock in her entrance and giving my girl what she wants.

“Fuck, Gage!” she moans as I thrust into her. I only make it halfway.

“Oh, god. So fucking tight,” I grit out, working in short bursts until I’m fully seated in her hot grip. “How did I forget how fucking tight you are, biscuit?”

Sorrel’s hands wander around my body, fluttering from my shoulders to my back to my ass, never fully settling, while my hands remain stationary. One on her thigh, holding her open, the other planted by her gorgeous face.

“Look at you, beautiful girl, taking him all the way to the hilt,” Liam coos from next to us. Drawing our attention to the fact that he’s naked and so is Gray. I watch as the prime of our pack slides two fingers down the omega’s ass crack, circling the tight hole there.

“Gushing slick, sweetheart. Has watching out beta get fucked turned you on so much?”

Liam nods, forehead pressing into the mattress. “Yes, alpha.”

Gray replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock. “You need your alpha to take care of you?”

“Yes alpha, please.”

Gray’s eyes flick up to mine, as Rafe positions himself by Liam’s head, cock bobbing against his bare abs. “You gonna claim our girl or watch us fuck our omega?”

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