Page 78 of Truth or Pack

The others were content to watch, both awake and enjoying the show. They let us have our moment and I truly appreciated my alpha packmates for that. They understood the importance of moments like these.

Our cries filled the nest as we both came, but the swelling of our scent told us this was far from over.

“Give her your knot, Ash. Holt. Use her mouth. I’ll keep the orgasms coming,” I told the others, knowing through the bond just how much she was ready and willing to take.

The alphas moved into place as I shifted away, staring at her pussy leaking our combined cum in an obscene and delicious view I wanted to fucking frame right next to our art that was long dry by now.

Then, she was stuffed full of alpha, her cries muffled by Holt’s thick cock and her hips rocking with Ash’s harsh thrusts. I swear every time his piercings pushed into her, she shivered and more slick leaked from that perfect pussy.

That left her gorgeous, full breasts all the way down to where they were joined, free for me to enjoy.

I sucked one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, tweaking the other with my fingers. She liked those little shocks of pain,her writhing even worse now as she was being pleasured from all three fronts.

“Are you afraid of getting close?” I asked Ash as I paused at her navel. He shook his head, knowing what I wanted.

“Go ahead, taste our girl again. Make her milk my knot, beta,” he groaned, still fucking her but now he was watching her face, waiting for the moment I found her clit with my tongue.

I worked her up slowly with teasing flicks of my tongue. Then I put pressure on her, alternating the two.

When she was babbling around Holt’s cock, her fingers locked on his swelling knot to give him relief, I bit down. It was gentle, just enough of a jolt to send her flying over that edge.

“Fuck!” Holt cursed, his big body shuddering as he came.

Ash was next, groaning low in his throat, practically a growl, as he came again.

Holt and I helped her lay down, still locked to Ash, and her soft snores filled the air in seconds, his shallow thrusts rocking her to sleep.

“Do you think she’s pregnant?” The question just bubbled out of me and it had the other two freezing.

“Is it wrong if I say I fucking hope so?” Ash asked with a shocked laugh. “Like, imagine our girl swollen with our babies.”

Holt groaned. “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a dad, but fuck, I want it.”

“You’ll be better than you think,” I promised him. “We have the space, and the funds. I won’t be upset about it.”

“You big softies,” Taryn laughed, her voice more clear than we’d heard it all week. Her soft amusement faded into another snore, making us bite back our own.

“She’s so fucking perfect,” Ash said.

Who would have thought that our pack would go from a grumpy alphahole, a flirty biker, and a ‘too-soft’ beta, to the three of us dreaming up a future and kids.

“Get some fucking rest. It sounds like it’s almost over,” Holt managed around a yawn.

I was both happy, and so fucking sad about that. This week was exhausting but fucking powerful. We’d cemented our bond and truly trusted each other now.

She made me happier than I ever thought possible.

Ahand thumped on my chest and a grunt accompanied it. At first, I was a little confused about where I was. I had a vague recall of the past week but it took a few minutes for it all to truly sink in.

Mathias’s sleepy groan next to me had me glancing over. His hand was stroking gently over my belly.

I chewed my lip, the question on the tip of my tongue. Finally, I managed to get it out without sounding like an idiot.

Honestly, we should have had this talk before my heat.

"Do you want kids?" I asked and his fingers stilled.

"Yes?" he said but as more of a question.

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