Page 98 of Stuck with my Pack
Ethan groans beneath me, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath ragged. “Fuck, baby, you’re so squeezing my cock so hard.”
His hands tighten around my hips as he thrusts up into me, his movements growing more desperate.
They move in sync, their hands gripping, guiding, their mouths branding me with kisses, their voices murmuring filth and praise in my ears. The pressure builds fast, and the overwhelming pleasure of it is all too much, too good. My release barrels toward me, a tidal wave I can’t escape.
“I’m gonna—please, knot me!” My words are cut off on a shattered moan, my body clamping down on them both as I shatter apart, my vision going white, my limbs trembling.
Tyler curses, his thrusts turning erratic, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know I’ll feel the bruises tomorrow. “Fuck, Soph—knot you—claim you.” His voice breaking apart with the sheer force of his need, and I can feel it, feel the way his cock swells, stretching me impossibly full.
Ethan follows, his body trembling against mine, his grip bruising as he locks me in place. One hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose the delicate skin of my throat.
His breath is hot against my pulse, his teeth grazing over the sensitive spot right where Brodie’s mark already sits. A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating through me, sending a fresh wave of slick between my legs.
“Mine,” he growls, the single word filled with absolute possession, absolute devotion. And then he bites down.
The moment his teeth sink into my flesh, the world tilts, the bond slamming into place with the force of a tidal wave.It’s blinding—heat and pleasure and something much deeper washing over me all at once.
Tyler follows, his knot locking inside me as he sinks his teeth into my other shoulder, his growl vibrating through my bones. His release spills into me, hot and thick, his entire body shaking against mine.
The moment his mark takes, the bond floods me again, a second wave crashing into me with such force it steals my breath.
I feel everything—Ethan’s unshakable strength, Tyler’s fiery passion, Brodie’s steady, unwavering love. It’s like my body can’t contain it all, every nerve in me sparking with pleasure so intense I nearly sob.
I cry out, my body tightening, clenching around them both as I’m thrown into another climax, this one different—deeper, more profound, something that reaches past the physical and into my very soul.
And through it all, Iknow.
Ifeelit.
I belong to them, just as they belong to me. There is no more doubt, no more fear, only this unbreakable bond tying us together forever.
Ethan’s hand tilts my chin up, his golden gaze molten. “Bite me back, baby,” he orders. “Make it real.”
And I do.
I sink my teeth into Ethan’s neck right below his pulse, tasting him, binding him to me as they groan, their bodies shuddering, their knots pulsing deep inside me.
Tyler tugs at my hair, and I release Ethan, blinking as waves of pleasure consume me.
“Bite me,” he orders me, no room for argument, offering his forearm.
And I do so, drawing blood, growling with the force of the pleasure consuming me.
The bond snaps into place—sharp, unbreakable, consuming.
And I am theirs.
Forever.
43
BRODIE
It’s been a month since we bonded her and even now the rush of feeling her though the bond is new and luxurious. I’ll never get tired of it.
The morning hums with quiet activity—guests filter in for breakfast, the murmur of conversation mingling with the scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries. Sunlight spills across the porch, catching dust motes in golden halos. The floors, the walls, the furniture—all of it restored, loved, andlived inagain.
And at the center of it all, is Sophie.
