Page 94 of Stuck with my Pack
Tyler sets me down on the edge of the nest, and I crawl toward its center, instinctually reaching for the blankets, the pillows, the softest, coziest pieces. I fluff, I arrange, I fidget—trying to make it perfect, trying to ground myself against the overwhelming tide of need.
My breath comes faster, and my skin pricks with awareness of the weight of their gazes on me. My body begs me to arch my back and present myself to my Alphas.
When I finally stop fussing, I realize they haven’t moved.
They stand around the nest, watching me, their eyes dark, their bodies tense with restraint. The air between us is charged, crackling with something raw and electric. My gaze flicks from Ethan to Brodie to Tyler, and I swallow hard.
“Are you coming?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“Pretty girl, you have to ask us,” Brodies says, his voice thick with desire vibrating through the air, sinking into my skin, pooling heat low in my belly. We want you to be sure.”
They won’t take the choice from me.
The realization settles over me like a warm weight. They wantmeto reach forthem, to claimthemas much as they will claim me. It’s never been clearer—they would wait as long as it took for me to decide.
I lift my chin, my nerves washing away under the weight of my certainty.
My pack.
My Alphas.
I kneel in the center of my nest, my heart a steady drumbeat in my ears, my breath coming faster as I reach for the hem of my shirt. My fingers tremble, but not with hesitation—with anticipation. With want. With need.
Slowly, I pull my shirt and bra over my head, letting the fabric slip from my fingers, leaving me bare from the waist up. The air is thick with their scents, their pheromones wrapping around me, igniting something deep and primal in my core.
I meet their eyes as I slowly bring my hands up to touch my breasts, taking my nipples between my fingers. I moan at how good that feels, and three sets of hungry, darkened gazes locked onto me, watching, waiting.
I bring my hands down over my curves, never breaking eye contact with them.
I stand, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down inch by inch, baring myself to them completely. The cool air kisses my flushed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in their eyes, the way they drink me in.
I can feel slick run down my thigh. I know they can smell it.
I sink back into the plush softness of my nest, stretching out, bringing my knees up, letting them see all of me. “I want you,” I whisper, my voice thick with promise. “All of you, let me show you how much.”
I let my knees fall open, sinking deeper into the softness of my nest, my fingers trailing down the heated skin of my stomach, lower, until they slip between my thighs. A soft gasp escapes me as I stroke through the slick pooling there, my body already drenched in need for them.
I let one finger slide inside me, close my eyes and moan. I’m going to fucking combust if they don’t take me soon.
I don’t miss the way their bodies tense, the sharp inhale of breath as they take in the sight of me—open, needy, drenched in my desire. How my scent is driving them crazy.
They’re all barely holding back, their need a tangible force in the air, thick and heavy. A very feminine part of me revels in this power they’ve given me.
I lift my fingers, glistening with my own slick, letting them see—seehow much I want this, how much I want them.
“Look at me,” I whisper, meeting each of their eyes in turn, my voice thick with desire. “See how ready I am for you and only you. I need you. In every way.Forever.”
Brodie is the first to move. My breath catches as he reaches for me, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me under him. His gaze is full of heat, longing, desire, and affection. I’m completely lost in that look.
Tyler and Ethan crawl in behind him and surround me, touching me and letting me know they are there.
Ethan bends his head to run his tongue up the length of my neck and graze his teeth over the spot where my pulse beats. The possession in that gesture makes me moan “Alpha,” I moan, throwing my head back and arching my neck closer to his teeth. Wanting.
My body is winding tighter and tighter as hands are sliding down to my ass, pulling me flush against the solid heat of him. He groans low in his throat, rutting against me, “Fuck, pretty girl, you feel so good,” his arousal is thick and undeniable through the fabric, still separating us.
“Sophie,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel and honey. His fingers are digging into my flesh. Then suddenly, I’m flipped as he settles me astride him, his hands roaming greedily up my curves.
His grip is firm as he fists my hair, tugging me down into a kiss that’s all teeth, tongue, and raw possession.
