Page 41 of Stuck with my Pack
“Sorry Alpha,” she says, exposing her neck to me. My Alpha roars in pleasure, urging me to claim her. She reaches down and removes her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts to me.
I release her neck and cup her, taking her nipples in my fingers and squeezing. She arches into me, making a keening sound that is filled with so much need I almost release in my jeans.
My hands drift down firm on her waist as the kiss grows more heated. Her slick scent fills the air, and it takes everything in me to keep my control. I want her—desperately—but I also want this moment to be hers, to let her guide how far we go.
“Brodie, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” she whispers, as her fingers clutch at my shoulders. Her breath hitches, her scent spiking with something primal, and I can’t hold back any longer. My Alpha is roaring, demanding.
Claim her. Now!
I pull her against me, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s raw and consuming, and the way she melts into me—her hands clutching at my shoulders, her body molding to mine—only stokes the fire burning through me.
She’s soft and pliant, but there’s a strength in her, too, a challenge that makes me want to take her completely, to see how far she’ll let me push.
“Sophie,” I growl against her lips, my voice low and rough. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
Her answer is a desperate moan, her nails digging into my shoulders as her hips press against mine. Her slick scent is overwhelming, a heady invitation that makes it impossible to think of anything but her.
My hands move to her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the workbench. She gasps, her wide eyes meeting mine, and I see how her Omega instincts are warring with her confidence.
“You’re mine,” I say, my voice leaving no room for argument as I step between her legs. “Mine.”
Her lips part, her breath coming faster, but before she can respond, the floorboards’ quiet creak draws our attention. I glance over my shoulder, and there he is—Ethan, standing in the doorway, his dark eyes locked on Sophie. I reach for the bond, and all I feel is surprise and need. There is so much drowning need.
For a moment, no one moves. The air feels thick, charged with something electric. I expect him to storm out, maybe bark something about propriety, but instead, he steps closer, his gaze flicking between us, unreadable.
I can smell his scent as it mixes with ours. He’s our pack leader, and all that spicy Alpha authority makes Sophie squirm beneath my hold.
Sophie’s breath catches, her scent shifting with a mix of arousal and uncertainty. “Ethan,” she says softly, her voice trembling as she reaches out a hand toward him.
But before she can say anything more, Ethan closes the distance, his fingers brushing against her jaw.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice calm but edged with something deeper. “I want this, Sophie. I want to watch you as Brodie fucks you, watch you ride him until you fall apart.”
Her eyes widen, her lips parting in shock, her body taught with sudden intense arousal. Slick drips down her thighs, but Ethan doesn’t wait for her to respond. He kisses her, slow and deliberate, his hand cupping the back of her neck as he tilts her head to deepen the kiss.
Her Omega responds instantly, her scent sweetening as her body arches toward him.
I watch, my chest tightening as Ethan steps back, his hand trailing down Sophie’s arm before he turns his attention to me. “She needs you,” he says, his voice low and sure. “Don’t hold back.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I turn back to Sophie, her pupils blown wide as she looks at me, her lips swollen from Ethan’s kiss.
“You heard him,” I say, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her closer. “No holding back.”
I claim her mouth again, my kiss rougher this time, my hands sliding over the soft curves of her waist. She gasps against my lips, her body trembling as my fingers find the waistband of her pants and tug them down.
I turn her so she faces Ethan, and I bend her over the workbench.
I can see her wet folds, and her slick scent fills the air, making my head swim. I growl low in my chest as my hand slides between her thighs.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire as my fingers find her heat. “So wet for me. For us.”
I run a finger through her wet folds, sinking one, two, then three fingers deep inside her, moving roughly and deeply in and out. She drops her head, panting, begging for me to make her come.
She moans, her hips bucking against my hand, the sound of her slick loud in the room, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
But before I can lose myself completely, Ethan moves closer, his hand brushing against Sophie’s cheek as he reaches down to grip her jaw and make her watch him as he pulls himself out of his jeans and strokes himself with his other hand. They are long strokes full of carnal promise. It is so fucking hot.
“You’re perfect, Sophie,” he says, his voice soft but intense. “You don’t have to hold back with us.”
