Page 23 of A Pack of Pumpkins
The cramps begin to fade.
I brace myself on my elbows. Dagan cups my chin. He’s already undressed, andGod,he’s beautiful. Lean abs. Sculpted arms. Chiseled chest. His cock is long, thick, flushed with need.
My omega briefly wonders if Victor’s looks the same, but with tattoos. I shove the thought away.
Dagan signs, slow and deliberate.
Mine.
I perfume so hard the room spins. He slides in an inch. I don’t wait. I take him the rest of the way, gagging myself as he hits the back of my throat. It's pure heaven.
“Shit,” Bram groans nearby.
I glance sideways.
He’s fisting his cock, slow and steady. “Sorry, Ghost. I couldn’t help myself. Is this okay?”
I let out a low, needy sound and buck into Jack’s hand. He adds a third finger, fucking me deep and fast.
“You like seeing your alpha lose control over you?” Jack murmurs.
I nod around Dagan’s cock, then ease back, swirling my tongue around the head before releasing him with a wet pop.
I turn to Bram and open my mouth.
“You sure, Ghost?”
I answer with a lick up the tip of his cock. It jumps.
He snarls and threads his fingers into my hair, tipping my head back before thrusting in. He hits deep, then pulls out, guiding me back to Dagan like I’m a gift to be shared.
Ilovethis.
I grab Dagan’s hand and guide it to my hair. He fists it tight and drives back into my mouth. My slick gushes again around Jack’s fingers in my pussy. Slick coating everything.
And then he presses his thumb to my clit…
…and licks over my puckered asshole.
The electric shock shoots from my ass to my clit to mysoul.
He swirls his tongue, once, twice, then plunges in.
Once. Twice.Three times.And I break.
I come hard.
My back arches. I scream around Dagan’s cock. He thrusts deep, cutting off my air in little bursts that only heighten the pleasure. The orgasm rips through me like a storm causing wave after crashing wave.
As I come down, my mind clears. My omega retreats.
And I’m left… confused.
Embarrassed? Satisfied? Mortified? Seriously, my omega couldn’t have waited a week?
My scent must shift—because suddenly, they’re all on me.
“Apple, what’s wrong?” Jack asks as he turns me over, covering me with his body. His aroused, s’mores-sweet scent is everything.
