Page 83 of Stuck with my Pack
“Ethan,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I claim her lips with mine, knowing she can taste her sweet honey on my lips.
Brodie’s hands are on her hips, pinning her in place, his mouth dips to her ear, and his tongue slowly traces the curve of her ear. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice filled with something dark, reverent. “So fucking perfect.”
Brodie stands looking at me over her head, stroking himself. “I want to hear her as she comes apart on your knot.”
Brodie groans as Sophie reaches over to squeeze him through his jeans.
“Fuck,” Tyler breathes when Sophie sits up to suck a nipple into her mouth and bite. His pace is frenzied as he tries to slow and not spend all over the floor.
Her arms loop around my neck for just a second before I lower her back down, bending her over the smooth surface of the kitchen counter. Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, her body pliant, trembling, ready. My hands skim down her back, over the curve of her ass, spreading her open as I step in behind her.
She arches, pressing back against me, a needy little sound slipping from her lips. “Ethan,” she pleads, her voice breathless. “Please.”
I don’t make her wait. I can’t. Not when she’s already so slick, so hot, her body begging for me as much as her words. Withone firm grip on her hip, I thrust inside in a single, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, claiming movement.
The sound that rips from her throat is sinful, a gasping moan that goes straight to my cock, making me throb inside her. Her heat is maddening, wrapping around me, gripping me so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her flesh to keep from losing it right there.
“Fuck, Sophie,” I rasp, my voice coming out almost strangled. She’s so damn wet, her slick coating me, making every inch of her feel like heaven, like something I’ll never get enough of.
She pushes back against me, rolling her hips in slow, desperate circles, chasing more, needing more. “Ethan, please—move.”
I drag back just enough to make her whine, her body clenching around me, trying to pull me back in. And then I slam forward again, the force making her gasp, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the countertop.
“Is this what you need, Omega?” I growl, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace. Deep, hard strokes, stretching her, filling her, making her take every inch of me.
“Yes,” she cries out, her voice breaking, her body shuddering beneath me. “More, Ethan, please?—”
I fist a hand in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her arch, exposing the delicate line of her throat. My mouth is at her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I promise, “You’re gonna take everything I give you, sweetheart. Every inch, every knot. We’re not stopping until you can’t walk.”
Her moan is desperate, shattered, and I feel her tighten around me, her body already spiraling toward the edge.
And I’m right there with her.
Sophie trembles between us, her body writhing with pleasure, raw and insatiable. She’s drenched in sweat, herflushed skin glowing, her scent thick enough to leave us all half-mad with need. Her lips are wrapped around Tyler, her mouth stretched wide as she takes him deeper, her moan vibrating around his length and making his hips jerk forward.
“Fuck,” Tyler groans, his fingers threading into her hair, guiding her, controlling the pace. “That’s my good girl. Just like that.”
Behind her, Brodie strokes up her spine, his calloused hands rough against her soft skin. His mouth trails over her shoulder, teeth scraping possessively before he soothes the spot with his tongue. “You ready for more, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice a promise, a warning.
She nods, her body pliant and willing. “Yes.” The word is muffled around Tyler, but we all hear it and feel it in the way she shifts, her thighs shaking as she chases more.
I thrust up into her, deep and unrelenting, my hands firm on her hips, holding her still as she tries to move, trying to ride me harder. My knot is catching, stretching her, locking her down onto me. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and I can barely keep my control as her body tightens around me.
“Take it, baby,” I rasp, as I bury myself inside her. “Take all of us.”
She moans, her whole body shuddering as she surrenders, and the vibration around Tyler makes him curse, his head tipping back, his control slipping fast. “Fuck, Soph. Just like that.”
Tyler’s grip tightens in Sophie’s hair as he thrusts one last time, his whole body going rigid as he spills deep into her mouth with a guttural groan. I watch as she swallows him down, her throat working around him, her moan vibrating around his length and sending him shuddering, making her pussy flutter around me. He pulls back slowly, breathing hard, and the second he does, I lose the last fraying thread of control I had left.
She gasps as I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her sweat-damp skin as I drive into her, each thrust deep and unrelenting. My knot is already swelling, locking me inside her, and she takes every inch of me with a desperate whimper, her body shaking as another orgasm overtakes her.
Fuck. She’s so tight, so slick, her walls clenching down around me, drawing me deeper, milking me until I’m groaning her name. With one more thrust, my knot is deep inside her, my back arching and locking up as I spill into her, filling her as my knot locks into place.
I grit my teeth, panting against her ear as I ride it out, holding her close, keeping her pinned between my body and the counter, my scent coating her, marking her as mine. Sophie trembles, spent and undone, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants as she sags against me, her body pliant, blissed-out.
Sophie pushes up on shaky arms, her breath still coming in soft, uneven pants. When she looks at me, her eyes are hazy, her lips swollen, her entire body flushed from pleasure. Blissed out and limp—but not sated. Not even close.
