Page 125 of Saving the Pack's Omega

It’s only fair that Madden gets a chance, though.

A flash of panic appears on his face.

“I—I don’t—” He purses his lips, glancing down at Luna. “I’ve never…”

I see Luna’s eyes go wide with understanding, and then, surprisingly, possessiveness.

“That’s—that’s okay,” she says. “I’ve—I’ve never had someone—you know—either.”

Fuck they’re adorable. And hot.

“I’ll guide you through it,” I say, nodding to Madden. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, man.”

Luna offers him a reassuring smile before it shifts into a grimace. She curls her legs up closer to herself like she’s curling into a ball as what I assume to be another wave of cramps hits her.

Looks like the break we got from that last orgasm is over.

“Shit, are you okay?” Madden asks, leaning down over her and brushing some of her hair away from her face.

She lets out a pained moan and shakes her head. “I—I?—”

“We’ll take care of you,” I whisper into her ear as I part her thighs again with my hands. I nod to Madden, gesturing for him to get settled.

He stares down at her reverently. He tentatively traces a finger up and down her slit, making Luna moan in my arms. Her head is thrown back her eyes are screwed shut.

“You’re so wet for us,” Madden murmurs.

“Open your eyes, Moonlight. Watch him,” I murmur, taking a gentle hold of her face and guiding it down from my shoulder. I press my cheek against hers, watching with her as Madden lowers his head to her sweet, warm, wet pussy.

His first taste is slow and hesitant, but that quickly fades away. He feasts on her like he’s worshipping her, a near-crazed sort of hunger taking him over.

I get it. There’s just something about an omega’s heat hormones. Actually, scratch that, there’s just something about Luna’s heat, specifically, that feels all-consuming to the entire pack.

Luna cries out, one of her hands reaching back desperately like she’s trying to ground herself. I reach up and lace her hand in mine. Her other hand flies down and tangles itself in Madden’s hair.

He has his hands underneath her ass, lifting her up to his face and giving her leverage to writhe against him.

“Finger her pussy, Madden,” Archer commands, his voice thick with desire.

I glance over at him and see his jaw clenched just as hard as the straining outline of his cock through his pants.

“Please—please—please,” Luna begs.

“You want his fingers inside of you? You want to imagine it’s one of our cocks thrusting into you, preparing you for our knots?”

Her perfume swirls around us and she rides Madden’s face even harder at Archer’s words. She liked that thought.

God. The thought of sinking into her, the thought of her squeezing and fluttering around my knot as she comes nearly has me coming in my pants like an amateur.

She squeezes my hand in a death grip, her back bowing upwards when Madden thrusts his fingers inside of her, finding a quick and fast rhythm as he sucks on her clit.

I tilt her head to meet mine and kiss her as her second orgasm hits her. I take advantage of her mouth opening with a cry and tangle my tongue with hers.

She slumps against me, all of her muscles going limp, and I nip at her bottom lip. It’s pink and swollen from Madden and my kisses. Her lashes flutter as if she’s fighting to keep her eyes open.

Madden pulls his fingers from Luna as he sits up, making a soft moan leave her lips. His five o’clock shadow is covered in her slick and it glistens in the light of our driveway.

I didn’t realize the car had stopped.

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