Page 97 of Stuck with my Pack
The sound is so raw, so perfectly Omega, I see the way it affects all of them—Tyler’s fingers flex at his sides, his jaw clenched tight. Brodie lets out a low, rumbling growl, his pupils blown wide with lust.
Ethan tilts my chin up, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, his smirk dark, knowing. “You sound so pretty when you beg,” he murmurs, voice dripping with control. “Go on, baby. Beg for me to claim you.”
I shudder, my whole body wound so tight I feel like I might snap apart. “Please, Alpha. I need you. I need you to fill me, to claim me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Ethan curses, his restraint shattering as he grips my hips with both hands and drives me down onto his cock in one hard, deep thrust. He’s so big, I feel the pressure deep, deep inside me.
I cry out, my head falling back as he fills me completely, stretching me wide, overwhelming and perfect all at once.
“That’s it, little Omega,” he groans, his grip bruising, his cock buried so deep I swear I feel him everywhere. “Take me. Take your Alpha.”
And I do—because there is no world, no moment, no reality where I wouldn’t.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he groans, his grip flexing on my hips. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so perfect.”
I sob out a moan, moving against him, my body seeking out the friction, the depth I need. He lets me set the pace momentarily, but then his control breaks entirely.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin before driving into me, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs.
His hands grip my hips, driving so deep I can feel him at my womb.
Behind him, Tyler watches, his gaze dark and hungry, his hands stroking down my back, my sides, my stomach, reachingdown to where Ethan slides in and out of me, never quite touching where I need him.
“Please…” I whine, needing him to touch me to send me over the edge. But he holds back, moving his hand up to pinch my nipple. “You’re taking him so well, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice molten heat. “But you’re not done yet, are you?”
My head shakes frantically, my hands held behind me in one of Tyler’s, nails digging into my palm as pleasure wracks my body. “No, no, I—need you, too,” I gasp, arching up, trying to get closer, trying to take more.
Tyler smirks, his fingers tracing over my stomach, down between my thighs, teasing at the place where Ethan is buried deep inside me. “Then be a good girl and take us both.”
Ethan groans at the suggestion, his hips snapping harder, faster as if the thought of it alone sends him closer to the edge. Tyler shifts behind me, and I feel the press of his body, his heat against my back, the undeniable presence of him.
“Tell me you want it, Omega,” Tyler breathes against my ear, licking the shell of it, making me tremble. “Tell me you want to be completely filled. That you want both your Alphas inside you.”
My mind is foggy with pleasure, my body a desperate, writhing mess between them. I don’t even hesitate.
“Yes!” I cry. I need it, his heat, I’ve never had anyone back there before. “I want it—I want all of you.”
A deep, satisfied growl rumbles in Ethan’s chest, his pace faltering, his body shaking against mine. “Good girl,” he rasps, pulling me down against his chest as he stills inside me. His cock pulses deep, filling me completely, his knot hovering at the joining point. His grip is firm but reverent as if he never wants to let go.
My ass is raised in the air, leaving me open and vulnerable, and I barely have time to catch my breath before I feel Tylercome up behind me, his hands trailing slowly down my back, from the curve of my neck to the dip of my spine before settling on the soft flesh of my ass. A shiver runs through me, anticipation curling low in my belly.
“This angle is better for him,” Ethan murmurs against my temple, his voice low and thick with need.
I gasp as Tyler gathers my slick on his fingers, rubbing slow, teasing circles at my untouched entrance. His touch is patient, steady, igniting something raw and primal inside me.
“Easy, baby,” he soothes, pressing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “I won’t hurt you.”
The first press of his finger is firm but deliberate, stretching me with a slow, almost unbearable precision. The sensation is foreign at first, a deep, insistent pressure that makes my breath hitch, but then Ethan begins to move again, his thrusts long and deep, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me, and suddenly, I’m lost in the pleasure, gasping as my body adjusts to the overwhelming fullness.
Tyler works me open carefully, his fingers moving faster, pressing deeper. His strokes are in sync with Ethan’s, coaxing my body into accepting him, making me tremble and whimper as slick drips down my thighs.
Then, Tyler is lining himself up, his hands gripping my waist as he pushes in behind me, slow and controlled, letting me feel every inch of him as my body stretches around the impossible fullness. The burn is sharp, almost too much, but it melts into pleasure so potent I swear I see stars.
The thick head of his cock breaches me with a single, agonizingly slow thrust, and then—he’s fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass.
Tyler gasps, his fingers digging into my flesh, his control hanging by a thread. “Fuck—don’t move, baby. You feel so fucking good. So tight. I’ll knot you right now if you don’t stop.”
His voice is strained, like he’s holding back everything in him not to lose himself completely. But then he’s moving. And the pleasure is so potent I push back against him, hungry for more.
