Page 42 of Stuck with my Pack
Her gaze flicks between us, her cheeks flushed as her Omega instincts take over. She nods, her hands clutching Ethan’s wrist that holds her jaw.
I take myself in my hand and dip the head of my cock into her slick and tease her clit. She comes apart, her orgasm making her back arch and ass push into the air.
I slam into her at the moment her orgasm hits, and I hear her moan deeply. My body is responding to her slick warmth and pleasure with primal satisfaction.
Her cries fill the room, mingling with Ethan’s low growls and the sound of our bodies moving together.
I take her in long, slow strokes until it’s all I can do to keep myself from flying apart. My knot swells as I watch her kiss Ethan, all while he strokes his engorged cock.
I watch as she reaches over to squeeze his knot with her delicate hand, pulling him to her mouth. He melts with the contact of her mouth on his member, uttering a low groan that sends chills down my spine.
The sight is too much; with a final frenzied thrust, I knot her then, the connection between us so intense it feels like the world has narrowed to just this moment.
The feeling of her walls fluttering around me as she shudders against me, her body tightening around mine as she reaches her climax, is incredible. I hold her close, my hands gripping her hips as my Alpha roars with satisfaction.
Ethan watches, his eyes dark with desire as he pumps into her mouth one final time. He fills her mouth with all his hot come, and she takes it all. She was made for us.
My knot is still locking her to me, and I reach down, caressing her beautiful back as Sophie looks at me over hershoulder, her expression a mix of vulnerability and something deeper.
I press a kiss to her shoulder as I whisper, “You’re ours, Sophie, whether you realize it or not.”
She doesn’t respond, her eyes flicking to Ethan, who nods in silent agreement. And, I feel like we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
18
SOPHIE
The cold bites at my cheeks as I trudge back from town, arms loaded with grocery bags. The weather has taken a surprising twist. It hasn’t snowed in Twilight Harbor since I was a kid.
But the snow has started to fall, soft and slow, blanketing the gravel road in a delicate white dusting. Each flake kisses my skin before melting, and I can’t help but stop for a moment, tipping my face to the sky.
I feel light and buoyant. My heart feels like it could sing.
The quiet is almost surreal after the chaos of the past few days—I’ve had some of the hottest sex of my life and find myself swimming in Alphas.
And if that’s not enough, I crave them. Their scents have started to feel like home. It’s a lot to take in, and the peaceful beauty of the snow feels like the universe throwing me a lifeline, reminding me to breathe.
I have just closed my eyes, inhaling the crisp winter air, when the low rumble of an engine cuts through the silence. My heart leaps, startled.
Turning, I see Ethan’s familiar truck approaching, the headlights carving soft beams into the falling snow. The truckslows as it nears, the window rolling down with a mechanical hum.
Ethan leans out, his expression neutral, though there’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes. “You planning to freeze out here, or can I give you a ride?” His voice is smooth but carries a teasing edge.
I hesitate; my first instinct is to decline. Things between us are…complicated, to put it lightly. But my arms ache under the weight of the groceries, and the snow is beginning to stick, chilling my boots. Pride be damned.
“Sure,” I say, stepping closer as he leans over to push the door open. The heat inside the truck hits me like a comforting wave, and I sink into the passenger seat, setting the bags at my feet.
Ethan doesn’t say anything at first. He just shifts the truck into gear and pulls back onto the road. His hands are steady on the wheel, and his eyes are focused on the road ahead.
The silence stretches, and I fidget with my coat, the air thick with unsaid things.
“You still love the snow, huh?” he asks suddenly, breaking the quiet.
I glance over, surprised. “Yeah,” I say, a small smile tugging at my lips. “It’s always been my favorite part of winter. Remember sledding down the orchard hills?”
Ethan chuckles, a deep, rich sound that warms me from the inside out. “Yeah. You’d always go too fast and crash into the trees.”
“And you’d always pull me out of the snowbank before I could freeze,” I laugh. “You were like my personal rescue squad.”
