Page 95 of Stuck with my Pack
The slide of his tongue against mine is deep, demanding, stealing every breath I have left. My hips move on instinct, grinding against the rigid length of him, my body desperate, aching for more.
The friction against my clit has me gasping into his mouth, the need clawing at me unbearable. My pussy clenches around nothing, greedy for his knot, for all of them.
But he’s still wearing too many clothes.
“Take off your clothes, Alpha,” I pant, tugging at the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have every inch of that honey-gold skin against mine, to be bathed in his scent.
He hums, his scent deepening, eyes dark with amusement. “So eager for my cock, pretty girl.” He drops his hands to the hem of his shirt, deliberately slowing his movements as he peels his shirt off, the muscles beneath shifting beautifully in the dim light.
I barely have a second to appreciate the sight before he stands, towering over me, his hands going to his belt. My breath catches as he unbuckles it, the button pops open, and the zipper drags down.
His thick length juts free from his jeans, hot and hard, and my thighs instinctively press together at the sheer size of him.
Then he’s back on me, pressing me down into the nest, his weight sinking into me, and I can do nothing but arch into him, desperate and wanting. His hands roam over my body, claiming every inch of bare skin, his touch both possessive and reverent.
He drags his lips down my throat, his tongue tracing heat along my pulse before biting down just hard enough to make me gasp.
“You’re gonna be so good for us, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with lust, his breath hot against my skin. His hand trails lower, fingers teasing where I’m already dripping for him. “Taking all of us, just like you were meant to.”
I whimper, my hips shifting, needing more, needing him. I can feel him at my entrance, thick and heavy, teasing me, making me writhe beneath him.
“Please, Brodie,” I whisper, voice thick with need. “I need you.”
His low, pleased growl sends a shiver down my spine. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, pressing forward, stretching me open inch by inch until he’s seated so deeply I feel like I might break apart.
The burn melts into pleasure, the fullness stealing my breath, and I grip his shoulders, anchoring myself as he begins to move.
Slow, deep strokes push the air from my lungs, his body pressing me further into the nest with every thrust. I clutch at him, nails scraping against his skin, pleasure pooling in my belly with every deliberate slide of his cock against my walls.
The weight of his body, his scent surrounding me, the raw power behind every movement—it’s all-consuming. It’s everything.
My body is on fire, desperate and greedy, needing more. “Brodie,” I gasp, voice wrecked with need. “Faster…I—more…fuck me.”
His growl vibrates against my skin, low and primal, and then he’s giving me exactly what I need. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, slamming into me with a force that shatters my breath, each one claiming me, unraveling me. The thick swell of his knot presses against my entrance, teasing, stretching, promising everything.
And then it hits me.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, dragging me under, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My back arches, my nails digging into his back as my pussy clenches around him, gripping him like I never want to let go.
Sparks dance behind my eyelids, my whole body trembling as I come apart beneath him, my cries lost in the thick, heady air of the nest.
Brodie curses, his movements faltering, his grip on me tightening as he buries himself deep, the thick pressure of his knot locking him inside me, sealing us together. His release floods me, scorching and unrelenting, the sensation so raw, so devastatingly intimate that I feel like I’m unraveling.
His mouth is at my neck in an instant, his breath hot and ragged against my sweat-slicked skin before he bites down—hard. This time, he draws blood, and I scream as a second orgasm tears through me, flooding my senses, making my womb and pussy contract in pure fucking pleasure.
I feel the hot gush of my release flood over my thighs as my body jerks up into Brodie’s body over and over, at the mercy of my pleasure which thrums like electricity through my veins.
The pain sparks through me, sharp and electric, primal and soul-binding. Euphoria tears through me, my entire body locking up as yet another orgasm slams into me, violent and consuming. My moan is pulled out of me as he licks over the mark, soothing it even as the bond between us ignites, burning through my veins like wildfire.
And I feel it—everything that he is: the pulse of his release, the shuddering pleasure of taking me, the euphoria of knowing I am his. Beneath it, an unshakable, all-consuming love purrs down the bond, lighting me up from the inside out.
It crashes into me, sweeping me under, drowning me in warmth, devotion, and a need so deep it becomes a part of me.
Brodie groans, his body trembling above mine, his hands gripping me like he’ll never let go. He’s still moving, still grinding, pushing his knot as deep as it can go. His lips brush against my temple, his breath coming in uneven pants as he whispers, “Fuck, Sophie…sweet girl.”
A singular thought consumes my mind. I need to claim him, solidify this connection, and show him that I am his just as much as he is mine. I lift my head, tilt my mouth to the base of his throat, and sink my teeth in.
Brodie’s entire body locks up, a guttural sound tearing from his chest as his arms clamp around me, his cock jerking inside me, knot expanding further, stretching me even further as the pleasure surges between us in an unbreakable loop.
