Page 33 of Hide or Die

Kam let out an odd, rusty-gate-hinge noise that might conceivably have been a hysterical bark of laughter. “God, I must be going insane.” The words were as shaky as his hand had been. “Leo, my dearest love, I hope this is the right thing. And I wish Iwasthat imaginary alpha, so we could be together properly.”

His gentle touch traced my cheek, down my neck to play over the inflamed skin covering my mating gland. I arched and moaned breathlessly, drinking in the tingles of pleasure.

“You two are together exactly as you’re meant to be,” said the alpha. “You’re already perfect; you just need a better world to live in. Now, Kam... touch those beautiful breasts for me, since I can’t do it. Fuck—if I could, I’d put my mouth all over every square inch of both of you until the pair of you were screaming for me.”

Kam let out another shaky noise and lay down, spooning me from behind in the soft warmth of the nest. “God,” he said again.

A hand cupped my left breast, and I pressed into the contact like a cat. My nipples hardened, a jolt of sensation spreading downward and releasing a fresh trickle of slick. Lips closed over the tendon in my neck, teeth scraping lightly. I rolled my head to the side, exposing my throat and breathing in spicy alpha musk as it grew heavier in the air.

Pleasure rolled along my nerves, everything so different in this cozy place of safety than it had felt in that horrible bare cave. The painful exhaustion and fear that had been plaguing me fell away, subsumed beneath the feeling of loving hands touching all the places that ached to be touched. A low, rumbling voice narrated a never-ending litany of filthy suggestions interspersed with praise.

Kam’s hand drifted down to my sex, stroking through the silken slickness there. Itneverfelt like this normally—like there was a spring inside me tightening with every pass of fingers over my nub. He dipped inside my passage, my muscles clenching to try and keep him there. After an endless upward spiral that might have lasted minutes or hours, Kam’s tongue rasped over my mating gland and I keened, ecstasy crashing over me.

Kam wrapped his slender body around me and held me as I came down, his arms tight around me. A hint of lemon and ginger tickled my nose beneath Flynn’s heavier perfume and my own thick sweetness.

“Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick, that was hot,” said the alpha. He let out a deep breath. “You’re about to peak on us, aren’t you, sweet thing? That’s okay—Kam’s gonna fill you up now. He’ll fuck you nice and slow for me. Kam, don’t let her have the knot until I say so.”

I was still lying on my side, but as the word ‘knot’ registered, I scrambled inelegantly into position, my lower back arching.

“Fuck me blind,” Flynn muttered, like a curse. I heard the rasp of a zipper sliding open.

“I’m here, Leo,” Kam said hoarsely. “We’ve got you,odama.”

Fingers stroked up and down the length my spine, lighting every nerve through the soft cotton of the pheromone-laden T-shirt. I mewled in approval as something hard and blunt-tipped slid up and down along my labia a few times before entering me.

God, this was so much better than before. It still wasn’t exactly what my body wanted, but it waspleasure, pleasure, pleasuretingling along my arms and legs, spreading warmth outward from my center. I rocked back and forth shamelessly, trying to get all of it inside me—wallowing in the thickening scent of musk as the alpha chased his own pleasure, barely more than an arm’s length away from me.

“Not yet, sweet thing,” he said, a low growl lurking beneath the words. “You’ll take this knot when I say so, and not before.”

“Good god,” Kam muttered, sounding like he was in danger of fainting. “Alex wasn’t kidding about you being the pervert, was she?”

“At least that didn’t sound like a complaint,” Flynn pointed out, still in that gravelly voice.

I craned around, omega flexibility allowing me to get a glimpse of him fisting that thick alpha cock of his, in time with the slow thrusts making my toes curl. I dragged my eyes up the length of his body until out gazes locked. With a deep groan, he sped his movements and curled forward. Pearly white pulsed and spilled from his dick, coating his hand and stomach.

“Now,” he said. “Give it to her now.”

“Jesus,” Kam said, the word emerging awestruck.

The fake cock pressed all the way into me, my entrance stretching to accommodate the thickened knot near the base and then clamping around it. I let out a shriek and climaxed again, squeezing the unyielding length with rhythmic pulses—perfectly and deliciously filled.

Our mingled perfume drove away the lingering scent of the room’s previous nameless occupants. Sugar and spice, citrus and ginger.

“You both did so well,” Flynn said. “Time to rest now.”

The approval in the alpha’s voice washed over me like a salve.

As before, Kam helped me roll onto my side. As before, when he pressed against me, he was shaking. My mind felt a tiny bit clearer than it had before. There was no way I could relax into this relative peace when my packmate was barely holding himself together. I squirmed around in his arms until I could peer over his shoulder and meet Flynn’s eyes again, biting my lower lip as the toy shifted inside me.

“Alpha?” I asked.

“What is it, sweet thing?” His voice was dark velvet.

“Kam needs you now, but he’s afraid to ask.”

Next to me, Kam went very still.

“Is that true, Kam?” Flynn asked. “Do you... need me to look after you for a bit?”

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