Page 71 of Stuck with my Pack
She is desperate, slick coating her thighs, my own seed and Tyler’s running down her thigh. Her scent, thick and intoxicating, calling to every primal instinct inside me.
She’s not just asking—she’s pleading, surrendering, her body begging to be filled, to be knotted, to be taken apart and put back together by the only Alphas she’ll ever need.
Ethan growls low in his throat, his fingers tracing up her thigh, skimming the soft skin there, just teasing, just enough to have her arching toward him. “Tell us, Sophie,” he says, his tone rough, demanding. “Tell us what you need.”
Her lashes flutter, her breath hitching, her thighs trembling as she looks at us; at me, pushing against my hand on her knee. Her gaze is wild and dazed, her Omega instincts entirely in control now. Her lips part, and when she speaks, it’s not shy, not hesitant. It’s raw.
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
Fuck.
Ethan doesn’t ease into it—hetakesher. His grip is bruising as he grabs her hips and lifts her up to meet his thick head and, in one rough thrust, drives deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt with a growl so deep it vibrates through her bones.
There’s no hesitation, no softness—just pure, unrelentingpossession. He fucks her hard, fast, his hips slamming against hers with a force that steals the breath from her lungs.
He ploughs into her with long, deep thrusts that send her over the edge. I can tell by the look on his face that he is lost to what she feels like coming undone around you.
Every thrust drives her deeper into the mattress, her body arching, helpless against his pace. One of his hands fists in her hair, pulling her head back so he can growl against her ear.
“You’re so good, taking what I give you, Omega. Every inch. Every stroke.” His other hand glides up her hip, pulling her into his thrusts, his rhythm punishing, relentless—dominant.
She’s writhing and panting beneath him, begging for release.
I lean down to run my tongue over her cheek. “Tell me, Omega,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. Tell me what you need.”
Her head tips back, her body arching with want. “I want you all,” she moans.
Ethan, understanding what she wants, shifts their position so she is on all fours. She’s stunning like this, lost in pleasure, her Omega instincts in full control as she surrenders to us completely. And fuck, she’s perfect.
Ethan immediately sinks himself inside of her again, and she keens and arches back into him.
I cup her jaw, tilting her face toward me, my hand fisting my cock, needing to taste her, to remind her that she belongs to all of us. “Open for me, sweetheart,” I murmur, and she does, her lips parting just as I press my cock against them.
Her tongue flicks out, tasting the bead of precum at my tip, and then she moans, taking me deeper, her mouth hot and wet as she sucks me in. My head drops back, a curse slipping from my lips as she moves, her hands gripping my thighs, nails biting into my skin as she swallows around me.
Ethan surges inside her again, the movement forcing her deep on my cock. I can’t fucking breath at how good it feels. Ireach up to squeeze her perfect breasts as she sucks and flicks on my cock to the rhythm of Ethan’s thrusts.
She whimpers, pushing back against him, her body begging for more. “Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my arms as she clings to me. “Please, Ethan. Knot me.”
“Not yet, love,” he says, pausing, holding her hips still. His breath is ragged. He looks up at Tyler, a question in his eyes that has Tyler shifting to lie beneath Sophie. His long length is at the apex of her sex, where she and Ethan are joined.
“Think you can handle both of us, Omega?” His voice is a low growl, full of command, full of promise.
Sophie shudders, pulling off me, her lips parted, her breath coming in uneven gasps as she nods. It’s not enough. Ethan smirks, running his thumb over her bottom lip. She tilts her head to the side so she can see him and presses just enough to part them further.
“You have to say it,” he murmurs.
Her tongue flicks out, grazing the pad of his thumb, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch in anticipation. Her voice is breathy, dripping with need.
“Yes, Alpha. I can take it.”
Tyler groans underneath her, his hands already gripping her waist, thumbs digging into the soft curves of her hips. “Fuck, sweetheart, we’re gonna stretch you so good,” he promises, his voice thick with anticipation.
I watch the moment her face changes as Tyler begins to work his cock into her pussy until she has two Alpha cocks sliding in and out of her.
Ethan's grip tightens just a fraction before he releases her, watching as she braces herself, as she offers herself to us, completely undone by heat and instinct and the need to be filled.
And then, as one, they move. Setting a tandem rhythm that has Ehan pulling out as the Tyler slides in. I think it’s the hottestfucking thing until her perfect mouth is settling on me again and working me up and down, taking me deep.
