Page 18 of Prey for Me

Our pack alpha makes a choked sound in the back of his throat. He shoves her hands away, grips her cheeks, and all but impales her throat with his cock before pulling out. He strokes her head as if to apologize with one hand, as he tugs at his salt-n-pepper locks with his right hand. At this rate, he might go completely gray from stress.

“Slowly…” he murmurs, more to himself, as he slowly pushes his cock back inside her mouth, in and out, in a gentle rhythm.

I snarl. He’s not gentle–ever.I’ve never seen him show such restraint, the few times we’ve been able to fuck as a pack, just Nakoa and I, and for some reason that pisses me off as he sinks deeper into her throat, pumping shallowly this go around as she fights to suck down more of his shaft. It’s not long before his balls pillow her chin, and he’s fucking her throat properly, gripping her cheeks again as he holds her still. But still, this isn’t even a tenth of the force he usually uses, especially the only other time I’ve seen him in rut.

Nakoa’s eyes roll back, and I start going limp. Not because it’s not hot. I like to watch. We allloveto watch and be watched, especially Leo, who looks mesmerized with a lazy grin on his freckled face. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, something I haven’t seen since I was a child. It’s a look I honestly can’t say I’ve ever seen on his face, the sheer unadulterated wonder.

I should be enjoying myself. But the way she’s so into it, patient, andobedient…Itpissesme off! Grace was threatening to rip my dick off with her eyes, and yet she’s taking his cock like a good little omega slut. By the time he’s about to cum, she’s reaching for Leo. He whimpers like a bitch, pumping into her loose fist as Nakoa loses any sense of a rhythm, her throat airtight, eyes teary, as he rams himself inside her.

I move to reach for her other hand. At the very least, she should jerk me off, too. And then I remember that it’s a bandaged, puffy mess and go back to jerking off.Shit.I hadn’t meant to bite her hand in the first place. Even a non-mating bite shouldn’t go anywhere close to bone. But it had saved her, by some cosmic coincidence. The poison wouldn’t have killed Grace right away, and we have antivenom back at base. But it would have probably driven her insane. Even worse than her heat is.

I hadn’t meant to do that. I shouldn’t feel bad about it. But I do. The terror and pain on her face did something strange to me. Fuck this shit! No more worrying. I’m going to give into my rut, and wait my turn until I can fuck her senseless. Because I respect Nakoa even if I don’t care about her.

“Aaaah!” Nakoa pulls out with a sickening pop and lifts her chin.

We close in. I’m the first to burst, embarrassing as it is to admit. I coat her face in my load and smile as she licks what she can up. Leo’s next, and Nakoa’s not far behind, both shooting into her mouth. She starts to swallow, but Leo stops her.

“Show us,” he says, and I’m shocked. He’s not one to give orders.

Again, I’m irate when she follows his command without question, opening her mouth, swirling her tongue in the sticky, white mess we left behind. And then, to my shock, Leospitsin her mouth. I chuckle as her eyes go wide, her mouth still open, as Leo smiles.

“Good! Princess, you’re such a good girl,” he praises her, and I swear her cheeks flush a darker shade of red.

“Now swallow,” he orders, and she does, and the freak kisses her with most of our shared load still fresh in her mouth. “You can’t spit anymore. Got it? He may be a jerk, but he’s your second. So learn your lesson.”

I lift an incredulous eyebrow. When has he ever been one to obey rank? I mean, the little shit was just wailing on me for hurting her a few minutes ago by mistake.

Grace looks up and over at me, and a flash of hatred cuts through her lust. The feeling is mutual. So why does my chest constrict?

Heartburn? Yeah, that’s all it is. My rut is getting to me.

“Now what? You claim me?” Grace whispers, looking to our pack leader for guidance, and it’s the first time she’s talked in what seems like forever, voice hoarse and thick with desire.

“Soon…” Nakoa says, but his usual commanding tone isn’t there. He sounds hesitant as he flicks his wrist, silently commanding her to lie on her back.

She does, keeping her legs clenched as we join her on the ground, Leo and I, while Nakoa stands with his arms crossed over his chest. Leo gets to work removing her dress, despite her protests. I release a shuddering breath as her breasts are freed from their tightly wound prison, a matching black lacy bra almost torn off, until Grace stops Leo and unhooks it herself. Shelies back down, and her dusky brown, perky nipples bounce up and down.

Grace hides her face, and I lick my lips. It’s like they’re begging to be sucked. I grip one taunt nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twist, and yank. Her spine curves into my touch, and she releases a brutal sound between a whine and a gasp. Leo dives in for a taste of her right nipple that is just as desperate for his affection, teeth grazing her skin as he nips and suckles at her breasts. The discs of Grace’s nipples are larger than I expected, but so are her breasts in general. Her bra’s enchanted, because I don’t think such a tiny omega could have hidden such big ass natural tits otherwise.

Delicious.

“Look at me. Look at us,” I whisper, yanking the wrist without any injuries from shielding Grace’s brooding brown eyes.

She seems embarrassed by them, her perfect breasts, but it’s making my once limp cock rock hard in an instant as I squeeze the soft flesh. I suck and tease her nipple alongside Leo as her moans pitch higher, taking on a feverish tone. When we’re finished toying with her, our pack leader’s tortured breathing signals that playtime is over.

“Remember what I asked you to do, my omega?” Nakoa whispers, and I forgot he was still here for a moment.

She nods slowly, hissing as she shakes, “Spread my legs?”

“Yes,” our alpha says, smiling down at her like she’s the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

I have to hand it to him; Nakoa’s tactics seem to be working. Slowly, the omega’s guard relaxes, defenseless, and her legs part and, oh, she’s drowning us in pheromones now as her whole body blushes a pleasant pink from head to toe. I lean in, trailing kisses, and bitemarks around Grace’s heaving breasts, quivering stomach, until I reach the rich scent of her spread, soaking wet pussy lips.

As I get closer, I realize there are other scents mixed in with her intense floral aroma and wet, hot heat. Sensual, feminine yet faint. Jasmine, laced with elegant vanilla, and the luxurious scent of honey. Grace smells similar to a perfume I might’ve smelled over a decade ago, before the war, on the skin of female prison guards. She smells like a blossoming honey pot. It’s a fitting description for her drenched sex, since we’ll be on our honeymoon soon enough.

Well, Nakoa and her will be. And that doesn’t piss me off. Not in the least.

“Come on, little white rabbit. Open wide for me. Nakoa can’t wait much longer to fuck you, now can he?” I attempt a command, and by the time I realize I’ve done it, I don’t know why I did.

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