Page 64 of Stuck with my Pack
“You’re perfect like this,” he rasps, his voice thick with possession. “Soft. Sweet. Mine.” before he plunges two fingers deep and has my back arching. I’m so close to another climax.
A primal, needy sound I didn’t even know I could make escapes me as he starts to move inside me, plunging in and out. He’s rough with me, his fingers wet as slick drips down his wrist and coats my thighs.
A shudder rips through me as Brodie’s fingers curl inside me, finding that devastating spot that sends a lightning strike of pleasure straight through my core. The heat burning beneath my skin ignites into something uncontrollable, something all-consuming.
My fingers dig into his shoulders and into his hair, fisting it with my need, desperate for something to hold onto, but I can’t ground myself. I’m too lost, too overwhelmed.
“Brodie—oh my God—please…I can’t—I’m—” The words tumble from my lips, breathless and needy, before breaking into a moan as the pleasure crests, crashing over me like a tidal wave.
My body clenches around his fingers, slick and pulsing, every nerve on fire. I try to make sense of it, try to hold on to something solid, but all I can do is surrender, my voice trembling as I gasp, “I’ve never—never felt this?—”
Brodie groans against my thigh, his voice thick with something dark, something claiming. “Fuck, you’re so tight, God love, that’s it. Come for me. You’re so fucking perfect, I’m never letting you go.”
His words hang in the air, settling deep into my bones, branding themselves into my skin. My Omega keens at the claim, but my mind barely has time to latch onto the meaning before the pleasure crests, shattering through me again.
I cry out, my thighs shaking, my body trembling as I come apart beneath him. The force of it leaves me gasping, my chest heaving as I struggle to pull in my breath.
Brodie doesn’t pull away immediately—he lingers, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs as I twitch beneath him, his hands still firm on my hips, anchoring me.
When he finally rises, his hands find my face, cupping it gently as he kisses me, deep and consuming, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I melt into him, hands fisting in his shirt, needing him closer, needing him to drown out the storm raging inside me. Needing him to know me. The desire to feel his teeth on me while he knots me from behind is almost enough to give me another orgasm.
His forehead presses against mine, his breath unsteady, and for a moment, the world narrows to just us—his warmth, his scent, the raw emotion crackling between us. His own need pressed against me, hot and insistent.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice a low promise, filled with something I’m not ready to name.
But I feel it.
It settles deep inside me, curling around my heart, something too big, terrifying, and undeniable to ignore.
29
SOPHIE
After leaving Brodie and the library, I was exhausted and slept as soon as my head nestled into the pillows. I slipped into unconsciousness, soaked in Brodie’s scent, content and sated, but now it feels like I’m going to burst out of my skin again.
No matter how I toss, turn, or burrow, I can’t get comfortable.
I bolt upright and sit in the middle of my nest, gripping Ethan’s flannel in my hands. My breathing is uneven. My body feels too hot, and my limbs are restless. The space I’ve built around me is comforting, but it’s missing something. Something isn’t right, and my breath comes in fast pants.
Them.
A shudder wracks through as a cramp deep in my body doubles me over, and with it, I feel drenched in slick. I can smell my need, heady and unmistakable.
I need to be fucked. I can barely contain the sudden, impulsive desire as suddenly I’m picturing all the ways they could have me, flat on my back, on all fours, in my mouth. The heat that comes with that thought burns me alive.
The admission rattled something loose inside me. I can’t do this alone. Idon’twant to do this alone.
I squeeze my eyes shut and squeeze my legs together, inhaling deeply. The truth is terrifying and exhilarating. There is an unrelenting pressure and an empty needing feeling in my core.
I want them. Fuck.
I need them. To kiss me, suck me, fuck me, knot me.
The thought alone has my entire body pulsing with anticipation. My Alphas are downstairs, waiting. Waiting for me.
If I call for them, they’ll come. If I want them here, in my nest, they will be here.
