Page 32 of Stuck with my Pack
But I can’t. I don’twanthim to.
“More” I urge against him.
I fist my hands in his shirt, panting, my entire body trembling. My instincts have taken over now, an Omega drowning in need, an Alpha presence caging me in.
I can’t tell him to stop.
Ikiss himinstead.
A sound rips from Brodie’s chest, something raw and possessive, and then his lips are crashing against mine—taking, claiming. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I moan into his mouth, arching, rolling my hips against him because I can’t stop myself.
Tyler’s scent suddenly thickens behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “That’s it. Be a good little Omega,” he murmurs. “Let us take care of you.”
Brodie groans, his grip on me tightening, like he feels those words just as much as I do.
“Yes Alpha, I want this,” I whisper, my voice trembling with both anticipation and need. “I want you.”
Next thing I know, I’m being carried in Brodie’s arms behind the boat house.
“This is no nest,” Brodie murmurs, his voice low and rough, eyes sweeping over the space before settling on me. “So this’ll have to do.” He pauses, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm, grounding me. “I don’t think this is a full heat...not yet.”
Brodie doesn’t hesitate, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s equal parts hunger and devotion. Tyler kneels beside us, his hands trailing along my legs, grounding me even as my body spirals under Brodie’s touch.
Brodie’s mouth moves to my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He scent-marks me, his low growl vibrating through my body as Tyler’s fingers find the edge of my shirt, sliding it upward.
The cool air brushes against my skin for a moment before Tyler’s warm hands replace it, his touch setting every nerve alight.
“You’re perfect,” Brodie murmurs against my neck, his voice thick with reverence. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me possessively as Tyler’s lips trace a path down my collarbone.
Brodie’s hands glide over my body with reverence, and Tyler’s touch is no less electric, each stroke of his fingers ignites sparks across my skin. My body sings under their attention, every instinct in me telling me this is where I’m meant to be—between them, surrounded by their strength and heat.
My breaths come in short gasps as I’m caught between the fiery intensity of Brodie and the teasing warmth of Tyler.
Brodie growls low, his Alpha energy pulsing in the air around us. His hands slide under my hips, pulling me closer until I’m flush against him. “You’re ours, Sophie,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear. “You feel it, don’t you? You belong with us.”
His words send a shiver through me, my body answering him before my mind can catch up. I arch into him, my slick undeniable now, my Omega fully exposed in its need.
I’m trembling, overwhelmed, and lost in the way they make me feel.
“Look at you,” Tyler says softly, his voice tinged with awe. “So damn responsive.”
Brodie chuckles darkly, his lips trailing down my neck as he whispers, “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
Tyler’s fingers slide down my thigh, curling around my knee as he pulls my leg over his lap. “Absolutely. But let’s see how much more she can take.”
I gasp as Tyler’s lips find mine, his kiss soft at first, but quickly turning demanding. His hand cups the back of my neck, holding me steady as Brodie shifts lower, his lips trailing down my chest, worshipping every inch of exposed skin.
“You taste as good as you smell,” Brodie growls against my stomach, his breath hot and teasing. “So sweet, so tempting.”
I whimper, my hands grasping at Tyler’s shoulders as Brodie’s kisses ignite a fire that spreads through my entire body. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, sated and utterly alive.
Brodie’s hands move with precision, his touch firm yet tender as he slides my remaining clothes off, leaving me bare beneath their combined heat. Tyler’s hands never stop moving, tracing patterns along my sides and thighs, his lips a constant presence against my skin.
“You’re stunning, Sophie,” Tyler murmurs, his voice filled with raw admiration. “Every inch of you.”
I can barely find the words to respond, my voice lost in the sensations coursing through me. Brodie’s fingers trace the curve of my waist, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my already trembling form. He positions himself between my legs, his amber eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath.
“This is just the beginning,” Brodie promises, his voice thick with desire. “We’re going to take care of you, Sophie. All of you.”
