Page 165 of Saving the Pack's Omega

“Please—please I need you. All of you.”

“All of us, Angel?” Madden growls, kneeling down at my side, dragging the strap of my tank-top off my shoulder.

“Yes, please,” I whisper. If my skin weren’t already flushed from the heat, I’m sure my cheeks would be burning. “Fill me, alphas, please.”

I cling to Madden’s shoulders as he hungrily tears off my top. When he pinches one of my nipples and sucks on the other, there’s a jolt straight down to my pussy. A keening whine leaves my throat and I start desperately pushing my pajama shorts and panties down my hips.

“Clothes off,” I pant out to the four of them. Even though I’m an omega, they follow my order like I just let out an alpha bark.

A purr leaves me at the sight and feel of all their bare skin pressed up against me.

“How full do you want to be, Angel?” Madden growls, tugging my body over his so my back is pressed to his front. He moves me so effortlessly. His show of strength has my pussy dripping slick and clenching desperately around nothing.

He drags a hand down the front of my body. It feels so torturously slow I shift my hips up, seeking his touch. He brushes his hand lightly over my dripping pussy.

“So wet for us,” Chase growls, seeing the way my slick glistens between Madden’s fingers in the soft light.

Madden’s hand drifts lower, using my slick to circle a finger along my back entrance.

I let out a moan of surprise at the sensation, my chest heaving.

“We could fill you here, too,” he growls. “All of you would belong to us.”

“Please—please,” I pant out, craving the dark sensation. I don’t know whether it’s the heat hormones or my full trust in my pack, but I want them to fully claim and own my entire body. “I want to be yours.”

“You are ours, little omega. All ours,” Archer growls.

Madden flips me over so we’re pressed chest to chest. His huge, tree trunk thighs spread my own legs wide open, revealing my pussy and ass to the gazes of the others.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Chase growls, kneeling behind me and squeezing my hips. His hands drift around to my ass cheeks, sending shivers down my spine. I whimper and shift my hips back towards him, trying to get him to touch me where I really need it.

“Patience, little one,” Kane chuckles, running a soothing hand down my back. “We’ll take care of you.”

Chase drags two of his fingers up and down my pussy, gathering my slick before reaching up to press them against my puckered rosebud.

I let out a startled gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. A gasp that very quickly turns into a deep, guttural moan.

Madden looks up from underneath me with fire in his eyes. He brushes my hair away from my face. I feel the head of his thick cock at the entrance to my pussy and I can’t help but push back against it, along with Chase’s fingers in my ass.

“Please, please, please,” I chant, my mind hazy with need.

Madden looks over my shoulder at Chase and they exchange a look and he pulls the head of his cock from my pussy lips, making a keening whine leave my throat.

“No! Please, I need your cock!” I claw at his chest, my own chest heaving with frustrated breaths.

Archer gently takes hold of my chin, guiding my face to meet his. “Trust us to take care of you, little omega.”

His dominance makes my inner omega purr and I relax into his hold.

I’m rewarded by Archer’s beautiful cocky smirk and feel the head of Chase’s cock against my pussy.

He pushes inside of me, my slick making it easy for him to thrust inside my pulsing heat without much effort, despite his size.

“Fuck, holy shit,” he groans, leaning over my back, his teeth grazing my shoulder and making my pussy spasm around his cock. “This is better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“Isn’t it?” Kane smirks from my side, reaching between Madden and I to twist my nipples. I let out a moan and push back against Chase’s cock. “And she’s so responsive.”

“I’m jealous of you two,” Chase growls, starting to thrust in and out of my pussy. Archer and Kane throw their heads back laughing.

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