Page 33 of Stuck with my Pack
He leans forward, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that feels like a vow. Tyler’s hands slide to my shoulders, grounding me as Brodie enters me with a slow, deliberate thrust. I cry out, my body arching into him as he fills me completely, every nerve alight with the sensation of him claiming me.
“Good girl,” Brodie murmurs, his voice a mix of praise and possession. “You take me so well.”
Tyler leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re incredible, Soph. Absolutely incredible.”
He shifts behind me, his hands sliding down my back as he presses soft kisses along my shoulder blades. The warmth of his body against mine is grounding, his touch reassuring even as Brodie’s dominance sends me spiraling.
My Omega keens, completely undone by the way they surround me, claim me, make me theirs. The room feels charged, every breath thick with the mingling scents of Alphas and Omega, of possession and submission.
Brodie’s rhythm builds, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. Tyler’s hands find my hips, steadying me as Brodie drives us both higher, his growls vibrating against my skin. The tension builds until it’s almost unbearable, my body trembling as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“Take care of Tyler, too,” Brodie tells me, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
My eyes fly open, and I see Tyler presenting himself to me, thick and ready. I take him into my mouth, my hand gripping the base of him around his already swelling knot. He moans, seeking his pleasure as Brodie surges in and out of me.
The sensation of both brodie and Tyler moving in me, pleasing them sets me on fire.
We all moan and cry out as we race toward our pleasure. With a groan, Tyler pours himself into my mouth, his legs shaking, his head tilted back.
“Just like that. Good girl,” Brodie praises me, his fingers digging into my skin.
I give Tyler a momentary, fleeting grin of pride before a new wave of pleasure spikes through me, and I close my eyes.
“Let go, Sophie,” Brodie growls, his voice a command that sends me spiraling. “We’ve got you.”
I cry out, my release tearing through me in a shattering wave, my body clenching helplessly around Brodie as pleasure crashes over me. He holds me tight, his powerful arms locking me against him as he chases his own release.
Then—oh, God—I feel the sudden swell of his knot, stretching at my entrance. I’ve never taken a knot before, and the surreal sensation is mind-numbing. He pushes in, stretching me wider, the unrelenting pressure forcing a gasp from my lips.
It’s too much, too full—a pulse of raw possession that makes my entire body tremble. I whimper, overwhelmed, my mind floating somewhere between bliss and panic, but then—Tyler’s hands.
Strong, steady, grounding. He pinches my nipples, sending a fresh wave of need straight to my core. His touch soothes and ignites me all at once as he strokes my damp skin, his voice a lowmurmur in my ear, praising me, telling me how good I am, how safe I am.
His warmth wraps around me just as Brodie, with one last powerful thrust, seats his knot deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel him come, hot and deep, his knot locking him inside me, keeping everything in. Brodie’s body presses against mine, unyielding, possessive, keeping me locked in place—filled, claimed.
My breaths come in ragged little pants, the aftershocks still rippling through me, but with their hands on me, their voices soothing me, I surrender to it—this primal, undeniable connection.
As the storm of our passion begins to settle, the three of us collapse into a tangle of limbs and warmth. Brodie holds me tightly, his breath heavy against my hair as he murmurs soft reassurances. Tyler’s hands continue their soothing motions, his presence a steady comfort against my back.
I feel whole—connected in a way I never thought possible. But as the reality of what’s just happened sinks in, a mix of emotions swirls within me.
14
TYLER
Ishould be focusing on the damn light fixture.
Instead, all I can think about isher.
I’m perched on top of the ladder in the dining room, wrench in hand, pretending like I actually give a shit about the rusted bolts and ancient wiring. But my mind? It’s not here.
It’s upstairs in her room. Her scent lingers in the air of the house, wrapping around me no matter how much I try to shake it off. It’s everywhere—warm vanilla with that wild, untamedsomethingthat drives me to distraction.
She’s got me twisted in knots, and the worst part? Ilikeit.
Every second she’s near, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something inevitable. She’s not just some passing fascination. She’sours—whether she realizes it yet or not.
I know Brodie feels it. Hell, even Ethan, in all his broodiness,feels it. She fits between us like she was made to be there, and my Alpha won’t fucking rest until she is.
