Page 168 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Yes,” I say. “Y-y-yes.”
I want to take him. I want to be able to take two of my alphas at once. And this, this is the first step.
He glides his cock through my wet folds, until he’s coated in my slick, and then he’s whispering in my ear. “Good girl, such a good girl.”
I relax into his words, relax as Connor’s flickering against my nub whips me away, and my alpha’s cock pushes into my hole, deeper and deeper. I feel the pressure against my pussy too as it clenches and convulses, and soon my entire body does the same, Nate and Hardy’s hands the only things keeping me from crumpling onto the bed.
When I float back down to earth, I find Nate cradling my chin, examining my face.
“Okay, little bird?”
“Hmmm,” I say.
“Okay for Angel to move?”
“Yes,” I say and kissing my neck, Angel slides carefully from me before pushing his way inside. I expect the friction to be too much, to be too strong. It isn’t. It’s anything but. Soon I’m begging him for more and his thrusts become harder, stronger, his hips pumping into mine.
The others are too busy watching us both now to be able to concentrate on me, instead their eyes are locked onto where I’m taking everything my alpha has to give me.
“Going to come now, little one,” Angel grunts in my ear.
“Knot me,” I tell him.
I feel him shake his head against my shoulder. “You’re not ready for that, sweetness.”
“Yes, I am. I’m ready for anything you can give me. All of you.”
Axel and Silver groan from where they are watching from the sofa and I look over at them, capturing their gazes.
“Knot me, Angel,” I tell him. “Knot me in the ass.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Nate murmurs.
Angel’s fingers sink into the flesh at my hip.
“Whatever you want, Omega. Whatever you want I’m going to give to you. Every damn piece of me. Including my fucking knot and my fucking seed.” He hisses the last word through his teeth, pumping into me once, twice, three times, the final time, pushing deep inside me with a groan so loud it shakes the bed.
I gasp as I feel that oh so familiar stretch. That stretch I go gaga for every time. That stretch I’ll never ever stop wanting or needing.
I expect it to hurt, to sting. But I’m in heat now. The thing my body was designed to do. And I wasn’t lying, I can take anything these men give me.
His knot expands, stretching me, but all I feel is bliss, floating, gliding, swooping through my body, my mind blanking, my vision dissolving away, those two pairs of eyes blurring into darkness.
When I come back to myself, I find I’m curled up in the bed, Angel locked behind me, the others stroking and petting my body.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Hardy says, when he notices I’m awake. “Never expected you to … fuck, you’re amazing. Do you know that?”
I smile up at him, too sleepy and content to answer him.
Deep inside, though, I think that maybe, finally – after all those years of having my confidence, my self-belief, the love for myself eroded away – I’m beginning to truly believe it.
Bea Carsen, yeah, maybe she is, just a little, amazing.
* * *
I don’t knowhow long I sleep, but I’m woken by that aching need in my pussy. I blink awake and find five alphas passed out in the bed around me.
Five?
