Page 70 of Stuck with my Pack
It’s been a day and a night. Sophie has had us all so many times that I can barely tell where she ends and we begin. I only know one thing for sure.
Sophie is ours.
I knew it before, in the quiet way her scent settled into my bones, in the way my Alpha recognized her as something precious long before I was ready to admit it. But now, nestled deep in the center of her nest, surrounded by the warmth of her body and the tangled scents of all three of us, it’s undeniable.
She’s tucked against me, skin flushed, body burning with the fever of her heat. The room is thick with her scent, sweet and intoxicating, calling to every Alpha instinct I have until I feel half-feral with the need to take, to claim, to satisfy every desperate whimper that leaves her lips.
Tyler is behind her, his face buried in her hair. He presses soft, reassuring kisses against the nape of her neck, mostly still asleep. Ethan kneels at the edge of the nest, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides as he watches us with dark, hungry eyes.
She’s been like this for hours, caught in the haze of need, trembling with every wave of heat that crashes over her.
We’ve kept her comfortable, kept her fed, kept her sated—but it’s not enough. Nothing will ever be enough, not until we’ve given her everything until she’s finally claimed the way she was meant to be.
Her fingers curl in the blankets beneath her, and I know another wave is coming before she even speaks. The way her body presses tighter against mine, her thighs squeezing together, the way her breath catches.
“Brodie…” Her voice is soft and needy, her lips parted as she turns into me, seeking. “Please, Alpha.”
That one word unravels me.
I grip her hips, rolling her onto her back, caging her beneath me as my mouth claims hers. The kiss is deep and possessive, her taste melting into me as I swallow the little whimper that spills from her throat.
Beneath me, she arches, pressing closer, her hands fisting in my hair, desperate and wild.
Tyler is still next to her, his lips brushing against her shoulder, murmuring soft, teasing words that make her tremble. “So sweet like this, Omega. Always so eager.”
Ethan moves into the nest, his presence an unshakable force, his desire thick and jutting. I can feel his rut through the bond, being brought on by our Omega, our mate.
I shift to the side, my own body still pulsing with my own need to knot her again.
He kneels between her spread thighs, his broad shoulders tense, muscles flexing as he hovers over her, his weight resting on his arm. He’s so large compared to her. We all are.
His hands are large as they glide over Sophie’s stomach, his fingertips dragging up her damp skin, leaving a slow, burning trail that makes her arch.
His palm finally rests at her throat, not squeezing, just tilting, forcing her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice a low growl, rough with want but laced with something deeper, something undeniable.
Sophie’s pupils are already blown wide, her lips parted, her body still trembling from the last waves of pleasure, but she obeys without hesitation. Her green eyes, glazed with heat and lust, flick up to meet his, and the second she does, something shifts.
“Yes Alpha…”
Ethan’s grip tightens ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin at her pulse point.
“You’ve taken them so well, haven’t you, Omega?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval, with possession. His free hand skims lower, fingers teasing along the inside of her thigh, spreading her wider beneath him. “Do you want to take me again?”
A whimper escapes her, her hips tilting instinctively toward him, chasing his touch.
Ethan smiles, but there’s no humor in it. Only control. Only dominance. Lost to his Alpha, “You’re going to take me now,” he continues, dragging his fingers along her slick folds, testing her, teasing her, making her squirm. “And you’re going to bereadyfor me. No holding back. No hesitation. Because once I’m inside you, Sophie, I’m not stopping until I fill you with my knot again. And then, sweet girl, you're going to take all of us.”
She gasps, her hands grasping at his arms, nails digging in as she nods frantically, her need so thick it makes my own body tighten.
Ethan hums in satisfaction, dragging his mouth along the column of her throat before biting—not hard, not breaking skin, but enough to make herfeelit, to make herknowwhat’s coming.
“Good girl,” he breathes against her skin. “Now, open up for me.”
The command from her Alpha has her spreading her legs wide without hesitation. Tyler and I each grab a bent knee, holding her open, restraining her just enough to let the pressure build, to let her feel how helpless she is beneath us.
The sensation lights her up. A desperate whimper escapes her lips, her body trembling as she turns her head toward me, her lips just a breath away from mine.
