Page 167 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Good to see you back, man,” Connor says, slapping Axel on the shoulder.
Hardy and Silver do the same, but Nate comes in for a full hug, squeezing Axel so tight, I have to bat him away in case he damages my newly healed alpha.
“Missed you, man,” he mutters before turning and bolting towards the nest.
“He’s been unbearable without you around,” Connor whispers.
“He has not!” I tell Axel, “I’ve been teaching him new recipes.”
“Thank God,” Axel says, “I’m bored to death of the same five meals.”
I pinch him. “For that, Axel Stormgate, you’re on washing up duty for a week.”
“I can’t, I only have one functioning arm.” He smirks.
“Hmmm, don’t worry I’ll think of something else.”
The door to the nest hangs open and we walk through.
It’s not as fancy as the other nest. Somehow, though, I think I love this one even more. It’s snug and ours, and through the windows I can see the ocean and hear the waves. The bed is big enough for our whole pack and takes up most of the space, leaving enough for a few armchairs, and a couch. Blankets and cushions are scattered throughout and strings of fairy lights hang about the ceiling.
What I like best about the place, though, is the way it smells. Of all my mates. Of me too. Intermingled, tangled together, complementing and enhancing. And now at last Axel’s here too.
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Axel says, kissing my temple.
And maybe it’s all these heat hormones, but my little omega heart swells with pride.
“It’ll look even more beautiful with our mate naked and spread out on the bed for us,” Silver says gruffly.
I think I’ve been torturing my alphas long enough and now they’ve reached a breaking point.
They descend on me, tugging down zippers, ripping open buttons and pulling off clothes until I’m standing butt-naked in front of them.
The six of them stare at me, their gazes traveling achingly slowly down my body, eating up every inch of my skin with a hunger that burns in their eyes.
I shake, more slick sliding down my thighs and before I know what’s happening someone is tossing me onto the bed and someone else has their head jammed between my thighs.
“Not fair,” I screech, “you’re all wearing clothes!”
“What’s not fair,” Connor says with a mouthful of my pussy, “is smelling this ripe and keeping us waiting this long.”
“That was Axel’s fault not mine,” I whimper feebly but I can’t argue any more because Nate claims my mouth and Hardy is tugging at my nipples. I guess it should feel overwhelming, being pleasured in so many places, by so many men, all at once. But overwhelming is just what I need right now. I want to be overtaken, consumed, and devoured by my alphas. I want to feel and pulse, slick and come. I don’t want to think. I want to ride waves of sensation and emotion. I want to float in their scents, hang suspended by their ministrations.
I want to be completely and utterly undone.
“Drag her up onto her knees,” Angel commands from somewhere in the dim room.
I’m pulled up and held in place.
For a moment, the hands, the mouths, the fingers, the tongues stop, as they readjust themselves on the bed, stripping off their clothes and positioning themselves around me.
“Alphas,” I stutter, swaying, needing their touch to ground me, to stop me from floating away.
A cramp spikes in my gut and I close my eyes, waiting for the pain I know is coming. It doesn’t. It’s swept away, molded into pleasure instead, as Connor sucks on my clit, Hardy nibbles on my nipples and Nate ravishes my mouth. Angel grabs at my ass cheeks, holding them apart and lowering his mouth to my backside. He laps at my hole there and soon I’m moaning with pleasure. Moaning straight into Nate’s waiting mouth, hearing my noises vibrate in his chest.
“Such a good girl,” Angel says, sliding a slick-covered finger into my tight hole. Massaging me there, so that when Connor begins to flick his tongue at my sensitive nub I know I’m done for.
“Can you take me there?” Angel whispers in my ear, as he slides in another finger. We’ve been doing this all week. Stretching me here, gently, carefully adding one finger, then another and another. It’s not an intrusion like it felt at first, not when I relax around his fingers and he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
