Page 81 of A Pack of Pumpkins
I turn to the others.
"Bram," Jack says for me. He can’t read my mind, but through the bond he can sense my intentions.
Bram walks over and drops to his knees. "Is that true, Ghost?" he asks.
I nod, threading my fingers through his messy hair. His caramel scent wraps me up, warm and intoxicating. His glasses sit against the side of the nest, and I pluck them up, sliding them onto his face.
"I want you to see how much I need you when we bond," I tell him.
Hesurges forward, hands framing my face, lips crashing into mine. My fingers skim down his chest, across his waist, debating where I want my bite to land. Then I realize what Ireallywant. I push at his chest, tipping him back.
Victor chuckles. "Our omega sure is pushy when she knows what she wants."
I glance up at him. Tousled hair, wicked grin.
Then I lower myself between Bram’s legs. His cock is hard and long, jutting up. I lick my lips, but instead of taking him in, I surprise him, licking his inner thigh just below his full sack.
He groans, eyes half-lidded, nodding once in permission.
I sink my teeth in.
He hisses, cock jerking above me. I lap at the bite before dragging my tongue all the way from root to tip.
In a blink, Bram flips me, pinning me beneath his weight. His mouth trails down my throat, down to my breasts, cupping them as if they’re sacred. He licks, sucks, teases until I’m arching into him and then bites down just under my nipple. A sharp zap shoots straight to my core.
Then he thrusts into me, hard, deep, all at once. Leatherbound covers. Flickering candlelight. Midnight storms. He fucks me steady and relentless, every thrust winding me tighter. He licks over the mark he gave me, the bond glowing hot with his desire, until the orgasm slams through us both.
"I love you, Ghost. I’ll always be here for you," he vows as we collapse together.
Tears sting my eyes. "I love you too," I breathe.
When I look up, it’s Dagan and Victor I see. Bram follows my gaze, frowning before it smooths in understanding.
"Both," he tells them. "She needs both of you."
They exchange a look, identical faces, different souls. One devoted protector. One devastating passion.
Victor’s gaze burns as he prowls closer. Dagan’s touch is gentle as his hands map me, calming, grounding.
"What do you need, Mine?" Dagan signs.
I turn so Dagan’s at my back, Victor in front. "I need you both. Exactly as you are. Two sides of the whole I’ve always been missing."
I grind between them, hips swirling against their hard cocks. Victor groans, grasping himself, dragging his piercing-lined cock against my dripping pussy. Dagan dips his fingers into my slick, smearing it over his cock, lining up behind me.
Victor teases my clit with the fat head of his cock before shoving deep inside. My pussy clenches around the stretch, every piercing pressing new angles. My cry is still echoing when I feel Dagan pressing at my other entrance, slow and steady, until he pops inside.
They lock eyes over my shoulder. Victor nods. He pulls back just enough to give his brother space. Then Dagan thrusts forward, filling me with a delicious burn. They move in tandem. When one pulls out, the other sinks in. Their rhythm is devastating, relentless, sliding against each other inside me until I’m stuffed, full, wrecked.
My moans mix with Victor’s grunts, Dagan’s heavy breath. It's a filthy symphony. Slick gushes down my thighs. Sparks explode in my belly.
"Knot me," I gasp. "Both of you."
Their thrusts go wild, frantic, desperate. Dagan knots first, swelling huge inside me. Victor follows, knot locking me down as his pierced cock grinds against every nerve. They both come hard, spilling deep inside until I break apart, shattering around their knots.
Victor presses his forehead to mine, sweat dripping between us. Dagan lowers his to the crown of my head.
I slide one hand into Victor’s hair, the other back to cradle Dagan’s, guiding them both to the crook of my neck.
