Page 66 of Stuck with my Pack
Ethan’s grip tightens on my hips, his voice a low, commanding growl against my ear. “Easy, Omega,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “You don’t come unless I say so.”
A shudder rolls through me at his words, my body desperate, trembling on the edge. My fingers clutch at his arms, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he controls every movement, every sensation.
“You’re so good for your Alphas,” he continues, his tone laced with dominance and praise, making the need coil even tighter inside me. “You take what I give you. You don’t come until I tell you.”
“You smell like ours,” Brodie murmurs, bringing his hand from between our bodies to his nose and lips, his voice dark silk against my skin. “Good little Omega. You want to come, wantus to claim you? Do you want us to bite you while you take our knots so deeply you’ll never forget how it feels?”
I tremble in their grip. I never wanted anything more than that at this moment.
A whimper catches in my throat. They don’t want to claim me while I’m in my heat haze, no matter how much I beg. But right now, it doesn’t matter. Right now, I need them in every way.
“Please,” I breathe, my voice cracking, my body trembling with need. I push against his cock and press my breasts into his chest as I arch against Ethan.
Brodie curses, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Fuck, sweetheart, you don’t even know what you’re asking for.” He looks feral with his want for me.
But I do. I know exactly what I want. I want them. My Alphas. My pack. My everything.
I push Brodie down into the nest beneath me, crawling over him, kissing him deep, raw, pouring everything into the moment. Ethan and Tyler’s hands remain on me, caressing me, their bodies surrounding me.
Brodie arches beneath me, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, restrained breaths. His golden eyes are dark with need, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know I’ll wear his fingerprints on my skin tomorrow.
But I don’t care. I want it. I want him. I want them.
I press my hands against his chest and roll my hips, slicking his cock with my wetness before rising above him, the tip thick and hot, teasing my entrance. I slowly sink down on his hot length, my body melting.
I take his shaft until I can feel him deep, deep inside. I can feel his struggle to give me control, knowing that somewhere in all this, I need it to be my choice.
I start moving on him, pulling off him to slam back down, fully seating him inside me. I feel Ethan straddle Brodie behindme, run his hands over my breasts, and pinch my nipple with one hand. I feel the unmistakable wet heat of his mouth trailing kisses down my spine.
I’m lost to the slow, teasing grind, loving how Brodie feels inside me. I’m dragging out both of our pleasure, feeling the thick, delicious stretch of him inside me as I sink down on him again and again.
His muscles strain beneath my palms, every inch of him coiled tight, barely holding back from flipping me over and taking control.
But not this time.
A smile tugs at my lips as I move faster, rocking against him with purpose. “Stay still,” I whisper, voice thick with heat, my body pulsing around him, daring him to break first.
Brodie lets out a deep growl, clenching his teeth, his fingers flexing against my waist. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Omega,” he says. I can see his control slipping, his Alpha warring to give me this and to take over, to dominate me and fill me with his knot.
I don’t slow down. I lean forward, bracing myself against his chest, my breasts brushing against him as I roll my hips in tight, desperate circles. The friction is exquisite, making pleasure coil in my core, winding me so tight I think I might snap.
Behind me, Tyler kneels, his scent wild and electric as he strokes a hand down my spine. “Fuck, Soph. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so I meet his gaze. I can see him stroking his length as he stares into me. Admiration and longing so raw on his face it’s mesmerizing.
My lips part, a whimper caught in my throat. “Let me,” I breathe, as Tyler’s thumb drags along my bottom lip, and then his hand strokes over my jaw.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice husky.
I do.
Tyler groans, his grip tightening ever so slightly before he guides himself between my lips, filling my mouth in a slow, steady push. The taste of salt and musk of his pre-cum ignites something raw inside me.
My body clenches around Brodie as I take Tyler deeper, hollowing my cheeks, taking him deep, and slowly letting his length slip out. The sensory overload is stoking the already burning heat inside me.
Brodie curses beneath me, his restraint snapping as his grip on my hips tightens. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” he growls, and then he thrusts up into me, driving deeper, harder, no longer able to let me set the pace.
My cry is muffled around Tyler, but their low, satisfied groans tell me they hear it. Feel it. My Omega loves that I’m pleasing them.
