Page 22 of A Pack of Pumpkins
Gentle eyes meet mine, then narrow at Victor. With me in his arms, Dagan can’t sign, but his expression says everything. Bram bumps Victor’s shoulder as he passes. Even Jack, the most easygoing of the bunch, looks angry.
An omega whine slips from my throat again. She’s distressed that the pack isn’t in harmony.
They carry me into Victor’s room. I’d collapsed right outside his door.
“No!” I hear Victor snap, but Bram growls in return.
“She’s in too much pain. We’re not moving her farther,” he says.Then he shuts the door in Victor’s face, leaving out in the hall.
Dagan lays me gently on the bed. Jack sits beside me.
“We’re going to soothe you. Is that okay, little Ghost?” he asks.
I nod. Words are beyond me. My omega has taken full control.
I reach for Dagan. Sweet Dagan, who’s been so kind since the morning on the beach. He’s there instantly, grasping my hand and kissing my knuckles. His other hand slides up my side.
“God, I’ve never scented anything like that. Have you?” Jack murmurs.
I know what he means. My perfume is thick in the air. My doctor warned me that without suppressants, my heat hormones would be unfiltered and high.
Jack leans down to nuzzle my cheek and I reach up and cup his cheek. He’s so devastatingly beautiful, it makes me want to cry. Like he was carved from obsidian by a master sculptor.
I lift my face and kiss him to assure him, and his alpha, in the only way I can right now. I want him here. I need him. His beard scrapes along my cheek as he leaves my mouth to kiss along my jaw.
More cramps tear through my core. My body is begging for relief. Knots would be best, but I’ll take anything.
“We haven’t discussed boundaries with her yet,” Bram says, voice tight. “Easing only.”
The bed shifts. Hands settle on my thighs, slipping under the hem of my underwear. There’s a pause.
I nod frantically. A whine scrapes out of my throat.
Jack slides the slick-covered fabric down, exposing my sex.
Three low growls slice through the room.
I perfume again, the room thick with my scent. Their arousal blooms around me, their scents rising to meet mine. My pussy clenches on nothing. I squeal in pain.
I need them now. No teasing. No delay. Just—
I roll from my curled position and present. It's an offering, a plea, a command all at once.
A beat of stunned silence and then they move.
Jack positions himself behind me. I think he’s going to give me his knot, but instead, I feel two thick fingers slide between my folds. He spreads me open and dives in, tongue flicking over my opening before latching onto my clit and sucking hard.
I cry out.
I need more.
Dagan is suddenly in front of me, one hand gripping my hair, guiding my gaze to his. His eyes are burning.
What do I need?
My gaze drops to his groin. Even under his jeans, the outline of his cock is impossible to miss. My mouth waters. He smiles, dark and wicked.
Jack groans as I gush more slick, then thrusts harder inside me, his mouth still locked on my clit.
