Page 109 of Pack Choice
“And have you … have you ever …” Ford’s words come out strained and he hesitates before continuing, “have you ever taken …”
“More than one alpha at once?” River finishes.
I open my eyes. Colt has paused his love-in with my tits, raising his eyes to peer up at me, the other two staring at me intently too.
“No,” I say, quickly adding, “but it’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Ford screws up his eyes like that piece of information is actually physically painful.
River just nods, his finger creeping again to my back hole and tickling me there. “Can you take us here, little one?”
“Yes,” I tell him and he grins that grin, ringing his finger softly around my back entrance, teasing me there, as Colt returns to my breasts with even more enthusiasm, needing and massaging one as he licks and sucks at the other.
“Ford,” I whisper as he sits there simply staring.
I need his hands on me too, his kisses, his caresses. I don’t know what it is about me, what it is about these three men, but I want them all. No, not want, need.
His gaze drops down to where River’s playing with me.
“There’s no room for me,” he says simply.
“Bullshit, soldier,” River says, scooting sideways. “The omega says she wants you. I thought you soldiers knew how to take orders.”
Ford mutters something under his breath, but then he’s moving closer, sweeping his fingers through my folds too before thrusting two thick fingers inside me.
“Fuck, well, will you look at that,” River says, eyes wide, “so wet!”
“So wet,” Ford says in agreement as he rubs his fingers deep inside me, searching out the spot he knows will undo me and rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit at the same time.
The sensations are explosive, all three of them working at me at once and a little voice inside me hums in pleasure, as if she knew it would be this way. Because it hasn’t been before. I’ve been with packs. The occasional one-night stand, the odd ill-fated romance and several times through heats. There’s never been this spark. It always felt stilted. Not quite right. I’d begun to think that was how it always would be. That tales of alphas working smoothly together as one to undo an omega were just that, fairy tales. Real life had its awkwardness, squabbles and misunderstandings.
But if these few minutes are anything to go by, I might have to start believing in unicorns and fairies and dragons. Because holy macaroni, it’s never felt like this before. Like they’re unwinding my very soul, attempting to make every nerve end in my body sing with ecstasy, completely and utterly undoing me.
I’m barely aware of myself, consumed by the pleasure coursing through my body, and the sensations generated from my breasts and my pussy and my rear. Finding it all too much and not nearly enough. Pleading. Begging. Slick gushing from me as my body coils tighter and tighter. Tighter and tighter. Tighter and tighter.
“Please,” I whine.
“Please, what, little one?” River asks like I’m asking for an ice cream and not an orgasm that will blow me apart.
“Please make me come!”
River chuckles. “Fuck, I must be mistaken, but is that not what we’re doing here.”
“Please,” I say.
“I like it when you say please,” Colt says. “Turns out the little firecracker has manners after all.”
“My manners are just fine,” I wail, making River and Colt chuckle together.
“Are they?” Ford says. “If they are, Omega, then do the polite thing and come on my fingers. Right when I tell you to.”
“I’m the one who’s meant to be in charge here,” I remind him, and he halts the work of his fingers immediately, making me cry out in desperation.
“Are you ready?” Ford asks sternly, in a way that has my toes curling in delight.
“Yes.”
He begins to pump his fingers again, this time with more force, knocking against my spot, rubbing against my clit. “One,” he says, and that tension cascades towards the abyss all over again. “Two …” My legs shake and my stomach tenses. “Three.”
