Page 50 of Pack Down Bad

Knox

As I pull back from kissing Belle’s forehead, her body goes limp for a moment. Her eyes glaze over with the telltale haze of an omega coming into heat.

Belle’s omega is the one in charge now.

“Alphaaaa.”

Her cry is an exaggerated whine that pierces straight through to my heart. My omega is hurting, and she needs me.

She needs us.

Belle lurches toward me, her hands frantically pawing the blanket away so that she can get to my shirt, desperately trying to pull it off of me.

“Do you need my knot, omega?” I ask, barely managing to rasp the words out as she leans in to run her tongue up the side of my neck.

Her hands are frantic, trying to grasp everywhere at once, fingers trembling as she claws at my waistband after giving up on my shirt. She breaths in gasps as she presses herself flush against me like she can’t bear even an inch of space between us.

“Alphaaaa, she whines again, voice soaked in desperation.

I cup her face, forcing her unfocused eyes to meet mine. “I’ve got you,” I say firmly in a soft voice. “We’re going to take care of you. Youralphasare going to take care of you.”

She lets out a whimper that sounds like equal parts relief and frustration. Her hands continue clutching wildly around my waistband, unsure where to touch, what to ask for first.

“Rhys!” I bark, glancing past her shoulder to meet his wide-eyed gaze.

“I’m here.” He slides closer to her with purpose, shoving the furry blanket off of her and out of our way. He slips a hand under the hem of her shirt and lifts it slowly, exposing her inch by inch. Unveiling something sacred to all of our eyes for the first time as a group.

Belle arches against him, gasping softly as he kisses along the curve of her shoulder.

Percy leans across me to brush his fingers through her hair with delicate strokes, trying to ground her through the experience. “Breathe, Omega,” he says. “We’re all here. Just feel. You’re safe.”

I’ve never witnessed a more beautiful sight, but I’m desperate to get my own touch on her.

“Come here, sweet Omega.” I lift her by the hips, ignoring her soft cry of protest as I pull her away from Rhys. I jerk my head to gesture for him to follow as I pull her on top of me to straddle my hips.

Rhys follows directions as well as ever, straddling my legs behind her to press himself up against her once more. Percy adjusts easily, too, rising to his knees to kiss the side of her face, murmuring gentle reassurances in her ear in between each kiss.

Our omega tries to rush the process, eager to be knotted and filled, by grinding down against my knot through our clothes. As she rolls her hips, a fresh wave of her scent fills the room, and all three of us groan in response.

Something primal inside me snarls with the need toclaim, but I hold back. Tonight is for Belle.

She whimpers again, caught between all three of us.

Hooking a hand behind her neck, I drag her down and kiss her, slow and deep. I want her to feel the weight of what she means to me in the way our lips meet. She tangles her fingers in my hair as she kisses me back, breathless and wild.

Her hips are moving again, grinding over me in a way that brings me close to blowing a load in my pants. That won’t do.

“Watch out,” I give the guys a quick warning to scramble out of the way before lifting Belle by her ass and flipping her underneath me.

I grab the shorts she’s wearing and slide them down her legs, leaving her naked on the bed.

Slick covers the inside of her thighs, and I can’t help but shift down her body to get a taste.

Belle moans loudly, grabbing my head and trying to pull me to her center.

“Oh no, be a good girl and let all of your alphas taste you first,” I tell her.

She pouts even as she spreads her legs open more.

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