Page 69 of Stuck with my Pack
I grab a bottle of water, tucking it under my arm as I lift the plate of apple slices. Then I head back to the bedroom, my steps quieter than they need to be, my gaze already locked onto her as she stirs between them.
Her eyelashes flutter, and I smile.
“Time to wake up, sweetheart. Eat.” I lace my voice with just the smallest amount of command. She responds immediately, parting her lips, her Omega purring.
I’m soon satisfied that she’s eaten something and taken some water.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she whispers, and my cock jumps at the word. I’m already hard as shit.
I watch as Sophie climbs from Ethan’s arms, his thick cock sliding from her, and I feel like I might die if I don’t have her again. She’s already squirming, wanting more, her heat demanding that all of us claim her.
A small corner of my mind registers the reality—she might become pregnant. The thought of her, heavy with our child, makes my cock even harder than I thought possible. I groan, pumping my hand up and down my length, unable to stop the need consuming me, as she climbs onto my lap and starts a slow grind along my shaft.
“Yes,” I moan, long and deep.
I hope she’s okay with all of this, that it’s not just her heat driving her to make choices she wouldn’t want outside of her cycle. But the restless thing inside her, the primal force urgingher forward, isn’t going to be satisfied without a mating. Maybe she never really had a choice.
Omegas without a pack are often claimed—stolen—by wandering Alphas, forced into bonds they never wanted, or worse, taken prisoner by packs desperate for an Omega. She could have ended up in far worse situations. We’ll have to weather the storm of the fallout from this heat later.
Right now, all I can think about is how her body feels—hot and wet, drenched in slick and smelling like the best fucking thing I’ve ever scented.
She keens softly, lifting her hips, already hungry again.
“Alpha, more,” she whines, and I’m lost to how good that sounds.
I roughly grab her hips and flip our positions.
I move over her, pressing a kiss to her lips, my tongue tangling with hers, tasting the soft, needy sounds she makes.
“Tyler,” she moans, her slick coating my cock as I slide it through her folds, hitting her clit with every slow glide.
“God, Sophie,” I murmur, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Please, Tyler,” she begs, lifting her hips so sharply that I slip fully inside her.
We both cry out at the sensation, and I immediately start moving, unable to hold back. She feels so good, drenched in all of us. She smells like fucking sex, like Alpha, heat, and home. I bring my cheek to hers, scent-marking her, desperate to be covered in her smell.
The sound of her wetness as I drive into her echoes in the room, mixing with our ragged breaths. At some point, Ethan and Brodie join us, their hands smoothing over her flushed skin, rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples, adding to the pleasure building between us.
She squeezes me so hard.
“Harder, Tyler!” she begs, and I comply, driving into her, hoping I’m not hurting her but unable to stop myself from giving her exactly what she asked for.
I lift up onto my knees and pull her hips up with me. She arches into me beautifully, her tight walls squeezing me as she climbs higher.
“I’m going to come, Alpha!” she gasps, her pussy fluttering around me.
I feel my knot swell, the pressure building, and I press forward harder, hearing her cry out as pleasure and pain mingle. My knot is fucking hard and hot, and each thrust stretches her walls, making space for me.
With one final thrust, I push all the way into her, pressing so deep I am drowning in how good her pussy feels. When my knot locks us together, I lose control, flooding her with my release as she screams, coming all over again.
A rush of slick spills between us, her orgasm pushing me to the edge of sanity. I groan, barely able to hold myself up, scarcely able to withstand the pleasure ripping through me, bending my body to its will.
I collapse over her, undone, remembering to hold most of my weight off her at the last minute. I drop my forehead against hers and pepper her sweat-damp skin with soft kisses, wishing I had the balls to tell her just how much I love her.
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