Page 68 of Stuck with my Pack
“Oh my God, Sophie—oh my God,” Ethan grinds out, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me, over and over, hard and unrelenting. He takes control, moving me to his own frantic rhythm.
“Ethan,” I gasp as he reaches around and rubs a hand over my clit. “Ethan, please.”
“Relax for me, Sophie,” he orders, his fingers slipping lower to work my bundle of nerves as his thrusts slow. He’s driving deeper, deeper, and I can feel his cock swelling, ready to knot me.
“Knot me,” I beg, practically keening with desire.
With a roar, Ethan slams into me one last time, his knot swelling inside me, locking us together. As he seats himself fully, my walls tighten, sealing around him. He bites my shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood. The sharp pain sends me spiraling over the edge, and I scream, my head tilting back, my body shaking as rolling waves of pleasure consume me, leaving me gasping over and over.
“Good girl,” Ethan praises, his body arching into me, as if he’s trying to push even deeper.
“God, that’s hot,” Tyler says, his voice thick with arousal.
“You smell incredible,” Brodie murmurs, his words practically a sigh.
“Come for me again, Sophie,” Ethan rasps, rocking into me, stretching me around his knot, teasing my oversensitive clit. I’mlost in the heat haze, aware only of Ethan’s fingers rubbing tight circles against my swollen bud, his knot pulsing in sync with my pleasure. Brodie nips at my neck, and Tyler pinches my nipple, sending a fresh shockwave through my body.
I shatter. With two more keening moans, my orgasm rips through me so violently that my legs give out. Tyler and Brodie catch me, holding me steady as I scream, my slick leaking over Ethan’s knot, locking us together in pleasure.
“Fuck!” he shouts, slamming into me, lost to his own rut. His release floods me, hot and thick, sealed inside by his knot.
Tyler tenses above me, his grip on my shoulder tightens, his praise a rough whisper. “That’s it, Soph. So fucking good for us.”
The world tilts, my body trembling with the aftershocks, pleasure still licking up my spine as Ethan pulls me down against his chest, his arms locking around me in an unrelenting hold. His breath is ragged against my hair, his scent thick and possessive, wrapping around me like a claim.
He tumbles us onto the bedding of the nest, his knot still locked within me, my legs lying along his, our bodies sticky with repletion.
“Mine,” he rasps, his voice raw with satisfaction, his knot holding me in place, branding me with his presence.
But even as my body melts into his, a deep, insatiable hunger coils in my core. My Omega isn’t satisfied—not yet.
I shift, restless against him, my skin burning, my pulse thrumming with need. The heat still lingers, simmering just beneath the surface, and I know—this is far from over.
I need more, but I feel sleep pulling at me, momentarily sated.
I drift off knowing my Alphas aren’t done with me yet.
30
TYLER
The room is quiet, save for the soft, steady breaths coming from Sophie as she sleeps, curled up between Brodie and Ethan, her scent thick and sweet with lingering heat. Even now, with her body sated and relaxed, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I rake a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I sit on the edge of her nest. My muscles ache in the best way, the possessive satisfaction of having her still thrumming through my veins. But my instincts won’t let me rest.
Still, I need to take care of her.
With one last look at her sleeping form, I slip out of the bed, ignoring the stiffness in my limbs. The air outside her bedroom is cooler, a stark contrast to the heat and scent that still lingers on my skin from being buried inside her for hours. I head to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge, searching for something that will help replenish what she’s lost.
Water first. Then food. Something light—easier on her system. My fingers close around an apple, and I grab a knife, slicing it into thin, neat wedges. The repetitive motion helps settle me, but nothing will quiet the hum in my blood, the fierce possessiveness curling around my ribs.
She’s ours now.
The thought slams into me, sudden and overwhelming.
By every instinct that matters, Sophie belongs to us. But it isn’t just instinct that has my chest tightening. It’s her. The way she moans my name. The way she looks at me like I’m something more than just an Alpha driven by need.
I close my eyes, breathing through the rush of emotion.
