Page 125 of Surprise Mother Pucker

We knew Kennedy’s heat was coming. In fact, we had discussed it as a pack at length. So, why the hell weren’t we better prepared?

We’d been so busy running around with the babies, making detailed schedules on how we would deal with both an omega in heat and two babies, that we had overlooked snacks.

We had chicken, rice, veggies, all the things needed to cook a meal. Hell, we even had salmon.

Only, there were no grab-and-go snacks.

There were goldfish, but those were for Charlotte, and no matter how bad my munchies, I wasn’t going to pilfer my daughter’s snacks.

Kennedy had gone into heat two days ago, and fuck me, she had been insatiable.

We had managed the babies pretty well. There had always been at least one of us with them, and at one point, Beth had babysat for a bit, taking the babies out for a trip to the park.

It was the middle of the night now, and the only ones asleep in the apartment were the babies.

With a sigh, I grabbed two bottles of water and made my way back to the nest.

Kennedy had been fed. She was the priority in this situation, seeing as she could hardly think straight.

Kennedy was lying on her stomach, stretched out in the nest, not a stitch of clothing on as Eli thrust into her from behind. Her mouth hung open in pleasure, her face red, eyes hazy.

“You couldn’t nap for twenty minutes?” I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe and taking in the sight.

Charlie was lounging next to them, a happy but exhausted smile on his face. “You know what she’s like. Storm is checking on the babies.”

I nodded, putting the water on the bedside table and crawling into the nest.

Kennedy leaned up toward me for a kiss, which I happily gave her. The whole room was full of her sweet floral scent mingling with our own, and I fucking loved it. It didn’t matter that I was exhausted.

She tasted perfect, even though we had been a sweaty mess of sex for the last two days. She didn't even have bad breath, because after two days, Eli had pushed her into the shower, promising her copious orgasms if she let him clean her up.

Heats were messy times.

“Has she gotten any sleep?” I asked.

Charlie shrugged. “Some cat naps here and there, but nothing substantial.”

Eli didn’t answer, he simply groaned, his thrusts increasing as Kennedy came with a cry. It was hard to focus on anything other than Kennedy, but we had learned that we needed to be able to communicate and have conversations without being distracted by her scent and her sweet little whimpers.

I was constantly hard as rock, though.

With a groan, Eli pulled away from her, giving her a slow, filthy kiss as she hummed in pleasure, coming down from her release.

“You’re up.” Eli smirked at me. I saluted him, making the lucid pack mates laugh.

Kennedy sat up, a hazy look of pleasure on her features.

I grinned. “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Knot?” she asked with a pout.

I lay back and smirked. “Come and get it.”

She didn’t hesitate, scrambling over to me and sinking down onto my cock, making her nipples bounce with the movement. Thankfully, I was hard as a rock constantly, thanks to her obscene slick scent.

Resting my hands on her hips, I settled in to watch the show. I loved it when she was on top; it was a fucking sight to behold.

Kennedy set a fast pace, taking exactly what she wanted from me. Her pussy clung to my cock like a vise. It felt like it was getting tighter as her heat progressed, and my cock was loving the strangulation.

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