Page 34 of Pack Plus One

Liam’s hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back so he can capture her lips in a bruising kiss. Mason strokes her jaw, his lips still on her breast, his touch gentle but possessive.

And through it all, I keep moving, lost in the feel of her, the sound of her, the way her body responds to mine like she was made for this.

“Fuck, Leah,” I growl, my pace quickening. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her only response is a broken moan, her body tightening around me as she spirals closer to another release.

“Come again,” Jude commands, his fingers finding her clit and circling it with relentless pressure. “Come for us, Leah.”

Her body obeys before her mind can catch up. She tenses beneath me, her breath catching for a single, suspended moment before she shatters.

Her cry is high and raw, her nails raking down my back as her body clenches around me, pulling me deeper, holding me there. She’s stunning like this—flushed and wrecked andmine.

The sight of her, the feel of her, the combined scents of my pack and this omega losing herself to pleasure—it’s too much.

I follow her over the edge, my hips slamming into hers one last time as I bury myself to the hilt. My teeth graze her shoulder as I mark her with my scent, my claim just as I spill inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of heat and possession and something deeper, something I can’t name but feel in every inch of my being.

I collapse beside her, my chest heaving, but before she can catch her breath, Jude is there, his eyes wild with need.

“Leah,” he growls, flipping her onto her stomach with a gentle but firm motion.

She gasps, her face pressed into the pillow as Jude positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips to lift her ass into the air. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded but hungry.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice strained as he strokes himself, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against him. “Please, Jude.”

He slides into her with a single, smooth thrust, and her back arches as she cries out his name. The sound makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jude groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “So perfect.”

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Leah’s moans grow louder, her hands fisting in the sheets as she pushes back to meet him.

Liam moves in front of her, his hand gentle on her jaw as he tilts her face up. “Open,” he commands softly, his cock hard and heavy in his other hand.

She complies eagerly, her lips parting as Liam guides himself into her mouth. The sight of her taking both of them at once is enough to make my head spin.

Mason watches from beside me, his hand moving lazily over his length as he takes in the scene before us. His usual composure is gone, replaced by raw hunger.

Jude’s pace grows more erratic, his breathing ragged as he nears his release. “Fuck, Leah, I’m gonna?—”

She moans around Liam’s cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. Jude throws his head back, a guttural groantearing from his throat as he empties himself inside her, his hips jerking with each pulse.

Liam pulls back, allowing her to catch her breath as Jude collapses beside her, his chest heaving. But before she can recover, Mason is there, lifting her as if she weighs nothing and settling her across his lap.

“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding as he guides her down onto his length.

She sinks onto him with a gasp, her hands bracing on his broad shoulders. Mason, always the controlled one, sets a slow pace, his hands on her waist guiding her movements.

“That’s it,” he rumbles, his eyes never leaving hers as she rides him. “Take what you need.”

Liam moves behind her, his hands cupping her breasts as he kisses the back of her neck. His cock presses against the small of her back, still hard and seeking release.

She reaches back with one hand, fingers wrapping around him as she continues to move on Mason. Liam groans, his hips thrusting into her grip.

“Perfect,” he breathes against her skin. “You’re doing so well.”

The sight of her pleasuring both of them at once is mesmerizing. Her movements grow more frantic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Mason’s thrusts hit deeper.

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