Page 79 of A Pack of Pumpkins
Bram is next to us, managing my rut to make sure I don’t hurt our omega. His shirt is off and he’s kneeling beside Clara and me.
“Slow,” he barks again, and I realize he must have barked me out of it. It’s the only explanation for why I’m lucid now. I look down at Clara in panic, scanning her face and body for any sign I hurt her.
“It’s ok,” Bram assures me. “You were fast, but not harmful.”
Slowly, as Bram suggested, I begin working into her, every stroke a deliberate claiming. My eyes flutter closed at the sheer ecstasy of it. She’s molten around me, her walls gripping like they never want to let me go, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body.
She makes a delicious, desperate keening sound, and it spears straight through my control. The noise has my cock kicking inside her, and I snap forward, hips grinding in a deeper, hungrier rhythm. The slick heat of her milks me with every thrust, and I want to drown in it.
Suddenly she pushes at my chest. I’m not well-balanced on the nest pillows, so I topple sideways, and she uses the momentum to roll me flat onto my back.
She straddles me, eyes glazed with heat, and now she’s the one with all the power. The first slow rock of her hips shatters my thoughts into a million jagged pieces. She moves like sin. Rolling, bouncing, and gliding over me. Her nails biting into my chest for leverage. I grip her hips hard, urging her down, taking every inch she gives me.
Bram’s hand slides between us, his fingers finding her clit with precision, circling and pinching until she cries out. Her walls begin to flutter, then clamp down like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs as she falls apart on my cock, coating me in slick heat.
I drive up into her and follow her over the edge, spilling deep inside her, each pulse of release wringing another broken sound from her throat.
Bram
Clarafallsasleepalmostimmediately after Dagan knots her, draped across his chest, lips parted in the softest little sigh. She won’t stay down for long. Heats are brutal, relentless, but they’re also the most primal, intoxicating way to bond. By the end of this, we’ll be closer in every way.
Dagan’s careful not to jostle her as he signs,Tomorrow’s Halloween. She’s going to be so disappointed.We all nod. He’s right heats are three days minimum, and Halloween will be over before she’s lucid enough to notice.
Before I can think about it more, she stirs. A keening whine cuts through the room, snapping all of us to attention. But when her eyes open, they lock on me.
When the heat first hit, I’d gone straight into problem-solving mode. Keep her safe, keep her hydrated, keep her satisfied. Now she’s looking at me like I’m the only alpha that exists, and it punches the air from my lungs.
She slips off Dagan and crawls toward me on her hands and knees, slow, swaying, hypnotic. Her breasts swing, her hips roll, and my cock swells so fast it aches. I drop to my knees so we’re level. Before I can speak, her small, greedy hand fists me, and then her mouth is on my cock, swallowing the head like she’s starved for it.
A hiss drags out of me, my hand tangling in her hair to guide her down. Jack moves in behind her, his palms smoothing over her hips before sliding between her thighs. She arches at his touch, wiggling like she can’t get enough. His fingers dip into her slick folds, and she moans around my cock. The vibration makes my vision spark white.
I want to last. Fuck, I do. But watching Jack play in her dripping cunt while I fuck her mouth is wrecking me.
“She needs a knot, Jack,” I growl. He pulls his hand from her pussy, lines himself up, and drives in, short, sharp thrusts that shove her onto my cock deeper with every stroke.
I wrap my palm around her throat, feeling the thick press of me sliding down it, the way her body works for both of us at once. Jack’s hand snakes around, working her clit in tight little circles.
Clara shudders, her scream breaking into my cock, and the shock of it detonates the pleasure coiled at my spine. I push forward, spilling hot down her throat as my knot swells behind her teeth. Her eyes go wide, but we’ve talked about this.
“Breathe,” I command. Her gaze locks to mine, trusting, and she inhales through her nose. My knot pulses, then quickly recedes under the pull of her heat hormones, letting me slide free.
She stays on her hands and knees between us, lips swollen, spit-and-cum-slicked, chest heaving.
Perfectly, gloriously wrecked. Ours.
Clara
Aftertheinitialknottings,I finally found rest—for a few hours at least. A clock outside the nest strikes the hour. One, two… I keep counting until it reaches twelve. Midnight.
“Darlin’.” The endearment is like a whisper on the wind.
I sit up. Clothes are for the world outside, not for the nest. The other alphas are all sleeping around me, but a shadow stands over me in the middle of the nest. It comes down to my level.
“Present for your alpha.”
I instantly turn over. My omega has been waiting for him. For our last alpha. She’s eager to do whatever he says. I curl my legs under me so my pussy is in the air, perfect height for an alpha to take, and my cheek is pressed firmly to the ground. Cold hands slide around my hips, and then fingers like ice are sliding through my aching, hot, wet pussy. My perfume pumps into the room along with my slick arousal, and the other alphas begin to stir.
“What do you want?” the ghost alpha asks. He loves to hear me beg, I remember, and I love to beg for him.
