Page 123 of Pack Plus One

Leah’s answer is to reach for the hem of her borrowed sweater and pull it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing a simple cotton bra beneath. “Does this look unsure to you?”

The room temperature seems to spike about twenty degrees.

“Fuck,” Jude breathes eloquently from his position against the wall.

I set the sunflowers down very carefully on the nearest surface, adjusting my shirt in what I hope appears to be a calm gesture rather than the stalling tactic it is. “Leah, we should establish some rules?—”

“Rules?” She laughs, the sound both amused and slightly wild. “I’ve spent my entire life living within parameters, Liam. Being careful. Making sure I don’t ask for too much or take up too much space.” She steps closer to me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. “For once, I don’t want rules. I just want to feel.”

And then she’s kissing me, and all my careful plans and logical processes short-circuit at once.

The world narrows to simply sensation—Leah pulling me toward her bed, shoving Jude back onto the mattress with a forcefulness that makes his eyes widen with delight. Her lips rip from mine as she climbs astride him with predatory intent, her hands making quick work of his belt buckle. “Less talking,” she orders, the command in her voice making my blood run hot despite being directed at someone else.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jude agrees readily, his usual quips silenced by the determined look in her eyes.

I stand transfixed, watching as she claims Jude’s mouth in another searing kiss, her hips rolling against his in a rhythm thathas him groaning against her lips. The scent of aroused omega fills the room like an intoxicant, mingling with the sharper notes of alpha pheromones in a heady cocktail that makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

Caleb moves to the edge of the bed, his hand finding Leah’s hair and tugging—not gently—to pull her mouth from Jude’s. She looks up at him, eyes dilated and lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to Jude’s mouth in a way that’s shockingly erotic.

“Mine,” Caleb growls, the single word loaded with possessive intent.

She doesn’t drop her gaze or bare her throat as a typical omega might. Instead, she meets his stare with equal intensity. “Prove it,” she challenges.

Caleb’s answering smile is all teeth. He yanks her off Jude with strength that would be alarming if not for the way Leah’s scent spikes with arousal at the manhandling. In one fluid motion, he turns her to face the bed, bends her over it, and tears the borrowed leggings down her thighs. The ripping sound of fabric fills the small apartment, followed by Leah’s startled gasp of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Mason mutters beside me, his usual composure nowhere to be found. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white with restraint.

I understand his struggle. The sight of Leah bent over the edge of the bed, her ruined leggings around her knees and her ass exposed, is enough to make any male lose control—regardless of designation. When Caleb brings his hand down on her right cheek with a resounding smack, leaving a perfect handprint on her pale skin, I very nearly come in my pants like a teenager.

Leah’s moan is desperate and hungry. “More,” she demands, pushing back into Caleb’s touch.

Jude scrambles to his knees on the bed, positioning himself so he’s facing Leah. His pants are already down and his fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock with surprising gentleness given the raw energy filling the room. “Open for me, doll,” he murmurs, his usual playfulness replaced by something darker, needier.

Leah complies eagerly, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that has Jude throwing his head back with a groan. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking him fill the apartment, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Caleb’s hand against her ass and thighs.

I can’t take it anymore—can’t just watch while every instinct in my body screams to join, to claim, to mark. I move behind Leah, dropping to my knees. From this vantage point, I have an unobstructed view of her cunt, already slick and swollen with arousal. The scent of her is intoxicating this close, sweet and spicy and unmistakably omega.

“You’re dripping,” I observe, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears. “Is this all for us, Leah? All this slick just for us?”

Her moan around Jude’s cock is answer enough. I trace my fingers up her inner thighs, mapping the sensitive skin with deliberate care until she trembles. When I finally part her folds with my thumbs, revealing the glistening pink of her entrance, I can’t resist leaning forward to taste.

The first lick draws a muffled scream from her, the vibrations making Jude swear colorfully above us. I take my time, using my tongue to explore her with concentrated thoroughness—long, flat strokes along her slit, pointed jabs at her entrance, careful circles around her clit. I catalog each response: how she pushes back against my face when I suck gently on her clit, how her thighs tremble when I trace her entrance with just the tip of my tongue, how her scent spikes when I press two fingers inside her while continuing to lick.

“Fuck, she’s close,” Jude announces, his voice strained. “Her mouth—Christ, I can feel her moaning around my cock.”

Caleb grunts in acknowledgment, his hand coming down in another sharp slap that leaves Leah’s scent spiking with renewed arousal. “Not yet,” he orders. “She comes on my knot or not at all.”

The possessive command sends a fresh wave of slick flooding over my tongue. I groan against her flesh, addicted to the taste of her, to the way she writhes between the three of us.

Mason appears at my shoulder, his presence almost startling after being so lost in Leah’s pleasure. His usual calm is nowhere to be found, replaced by an intensity I’ve rarely seen from our beta. He leans down, one hand moving to cup Leah’s breast through her bra, while the other slides into her hair alongside Jude’s.

“Such a good omega,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Taking us so well. Is this what you needed, Leah? All of us using you, claiming you?”

Her answering moan vibrates through all of us, a chain reaction of pleasure that makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I redouble my efforts with my tongue, determined to bring her to the edge Caleb has forbidden her to cross.

“Enough,” Caleb growls after several minutes of this exquisite torture. He hauls Leah up by her hips, positioning her on all fours on the bed. Jude scrambles out of the way, his cock glistening with her saliva as he moves to the side.

Caleb tears off his clothes, his cock springing free—thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. The sight of it makes Leah’s mouth fall open, such need in her eyes that makes me throb even harder. He positions himself behind Leah, one large hand splayed across her lower back, pushing her down until her chest is pressed to the mattress and her ass is raised in perfect presentation.

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