Page 67 of Stuck with my Pack
Then I feel Ethan behind me, solid and steady, his presence a fire burning me alive. His scent makes me so full of need that I don’t think this will ever be enough. His hard length presses against the curve of my ass, a silent promise of everything he’s going to give me.
One strong arm snakes around my waist, holding me to his body as Brodie drives into me, while the other drifts lower, teasing along the line of my stomach before finding the wetness between my thighs.
I shudder, my breath catching as his fingers part me, slow and deliberate. His touch is torturous—soft, teasing strokes that make my hips jerk against Brodie, my body caught on pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Brodie’s thrusts slow, dragging out each movement to an agonizing, torturous rhythm that has me clawing at his shoulders. His length is so hot and hard it feels like steel, stretching me in a way that has me gasping, desperate for more.
Each deliberate slide in and out has me teetering on the edge, the thick pressure of his knot threatening to lock us together, to claim me completely.
“Easy, Omega,” Ethan murmurs into my ear, his voice rough, strained. “We’re taking our time with you.”
But I don’t want time. I want to shatter. I want to fall apart completely.
I try to push down against his hand to chase the friction, but Ethan clicks his tongue, his grip tightening around my waist, holding me still. He circles my clit with slow, lazy strokes, his pace maddening, controlled, meant to drive me insane.
“You feel that?” he whispers, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “How good you feel? How perfect you are?”
A whimper escapes me, my thighs trembling as pleasure licks up my spine—hot, consuming, unstoppable. My body clenches around Brodie as he resumes his brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through me.
My mouth hollows around Tyler, but he pulls back, fisting himself with fevered strokes, his eyes locked onto me with unrestrained hunger. Behind me, Ethan hums in satisfaction, the deep, resonant sound settling low in my belly, igniting something primal and insatiable.
“That’s it,” he growls, his fingers pressing just a little firmer, sending white-hot pleasure streaking through my limbs. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it.”
I’m shaking, unraveling, their hands, their mouths, their bodies turning me inside out, breaking me apart piece by piece. And I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
I want to drown in them.
Brodie’s thrusts become rough, his control slipping with every pulse, every clench of my body around him. His breath is ragged as his knot begins to swell, stretching me even further.“Sophie,” he grits out, his head falling back against the pillows. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I can feel him fighting the urge to knot, his muscles rigid beneath me. He gives in to his pleasure, filling me with his release but keeping himself from locking inside me. The tease makes my need reach new heights. I need—God, I need—it burns through my aching pussy. Slick and Brodie’s cum slide out of me, trailing down my thigh. Tyler moans softly as my mouth slips off his heated flesh.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck, sending white-hot sensation straight to my clit.
I feel the pleasure, but frustration burns beneath it. My heat demands a knot, craves it, has to have it. I glance over my shoulder at Ethan, knowing my gaze is hot, desperate.
“Ethan,” I whimper, urgency vibrating through my voice.
“Come here, baby,” he says softly, helping me rise off Brodie.
He presses me forward, and I instantly know what he wants. I arch my lower back, presenting my aching pussy to him, silently begging for him to take me.
“Please, Ethan,” I gasp, moving restlessly. “Please, knot me. I need it.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky as he traces the curve of my ass with his fingertips. “Sure you want this?”
I’m lost to the sight of him fisting his massive length, the head slick with need. I whine, my whole body pulsing.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” I beg, feeling like I’ll die if he doesn’t knot me. My slick coats my thighs in anticipation. I don’t know how he’s holding back right now.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” he growls.
I have just enough time to smile, satisfaction curling through me at the desperation in his voice, before he slams his thick cock home inside me.
The stretch is intense. I’d forgotten how big he is. He’s so deep I see stars, keening as I press back into him, taking every inch.
Pleasure crashes through me, violent and unrelenting. My body seizes, my thighs trembling as Ethan growls above me, his hips jerking. I can’t tell if I’m feeling pleasure or pain—maybe both. My womb cramps, preparing for his knot. Some part of me knows it will hurt, but I don’t care. It’s all I want.
