Page 108 of Pack Choice
“Then why the hesitation?” I mumble, my head tipping backwards as he rings my nipple with his tongue through the fabric of my bra.
“We’re not a pack, sweetheart. This isn’t going to run smoothly. We’re new to this … situation. New to each other. There’s no muscle memory. No bond. No understanding. You’re going to have to be patient with us.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, smiling. That’s the reason. That’s all it is.
“Then,” I say, peering at River and Ford over Colt’s shoulder, “maybe … you’d let me guide you?”
It isn’t usually the way of things. Usually it’s the alphas in charge, especially in a heat. But when did I ever do things like I’m meant to?
“You want to boss us around, huh, little one?” River says, ruffling the curls on his head.
I hesitate. “Yes.”
“Well, go straight ahead.” He motions towards Ford, standing to attention at the end of the bed, watching intently as Colt sucks at my breast. “I think this one is highly skilled at taking orders.”
“But are you?” Ford snaps back.
“If the order includes eating her out, feeding her my cock and rutting her senseless, yeah, I think I can do that.”
To my surprise, Ford chuckles. A noise that has my insides warming.
“In that case, you can begin by stripping. There are too many clothes in this nest, and I don’t like it.” I frown.
River’s eyes flash and he clicks his heels together and gives me a cheeky salute. Then he’s undressing, Ford doing the same. Colt, however, seems too distracted by my tits.
“Colt,” I say, tugging at his hair. He growls at me.
“I’m not moving,” he says. His hands are locked firmly around my ribcage and he seems like a man possessed, more into my tits than I’ve known an alpha be before. Which is actually totally fine by me because what he’s doing to my tits turns out to be simply divine.
My eyes drift shut despite the very spectacular display of male flesh in front of me. My head falls back again and I’m pretty certain it’s only Colt’s grip keeping me from sinking back on the mattress and dissolving into the sheets.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” he growls again, the vibration doing amazing things to my sensitive nipple.
“So good.”
“Want anything more, though, little one?” I hear a voice by my ear. “Want to give us another one of your orders?”
I open my thighs in response, using actions not words to show what I want.
“Tongue, fingers or cock, little one?”
I shiver because frankly I want all three. All at once. All together.
“All of it,” I gasp, as Colt nips at the peak of my nipple.
“All of it …” I hear Ford mumble, close now too.
“And where do you want it, little one?” River asks, gliding a finger through my wet folds and hitting my clit, then my entrance and then my back hole.
His touch is a tease and more of my slick floods the bed.
“Do you like to be touchedeverywhere?” Ford asks like he’s studying a map of enemy terrain.
I know what he’s asking. I know what River was too.
“Everywhere,” I tell them.
“Well, shit,” River mutters, “this is going to be fun.”
