Page 113 of Pack Choice
A cock I most definitely want inside me. I wriggle my ass against that cock, feeling it jerk in response and a deep alpha groan breaks the peace of the bedroom.
The next thing I know, all three alphas are awake. Ford, Colt and River.
“You need my cock,” Colt whispers into my ear as he rubs his hard cock against my swollen folds.
“Yes,” I pant, the pain making beads of sweat pearl on my brow.
He drags his cockhead through my folds, holding my hips and keeping me still. When he reaches my entrance, he groans again.
“I’ve been waiting for this, sweetheart. Waiting so damn patiently for this pussy.”
“You don’t need to wait any more,” I grit out through clenched teeth, the pain piercing against my skull. He thrusts inside and immediately that agony shatters, breaking into a million pieces of sunlight; bright and radiant and coursing through my body.
“Yes,” I pant, as he grips my hips and works deeper inside me.
River lifts his head from my thigh to watch and Ford at my front, moves in closer, nuzzling at my neck and caressing my tits.
“That feel better, sweetheart?” Colt asks me.
It does. But I don’t have the patience to tell him that. I want more than he’s giving me. I want to be rutted. I want it hard. I want to be knotted.
“More,” is all I can manage to say. But he understands. His fist twines in my hair and he pulls my head back, elongating my throat so Ford can rake his teeth down the sensitive flesh. The fingers of Colt’s other hand turn steel-like at my hip and he thrusts all the way in, grinding as he does and ensuring he hits every electric spot inside me. When he’s all the way seated, he nips at my shoulder as Ford pinches my nipples and makes me squeal.
“This better?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant, “like this. Like this.”
“Want to bite you so badly, sweetheart.”
I whimper. It’s all the omega inside me wants him to do.
Knot me. Bite me. Claim me.
Make me his. Make me theirs.
“No,” Ford warns him. I almost sob out in despair and beg Colt all the more. But there’s no point. Because I hear Colt groan and mutter to himself like a mantra “no, no, no.”
And, no matter how much I want it right now, want it so badly, I know they’re right.
We are no pack. We are no mates. We are nothing to one another.
And that’s fine. In this moment, I don’t care as long as he keeps rutting me with his hard cock and Ford keeps playing with my clit, the two of them working together to whittle an orgasm from me. An orgasm that blows away all other thoughts.
“Going to knot you now,” Colt says, as he fucks me through a second orgasm.
“Yes,” River says, “knot her pretty pussy, Colt. Fill her with your seed. Make her belly bulge.”
All three alphas growl and it’s clear they’re as lost to the rut as I am the heat.
He pulls on my hair, thrusting one two three more times inside my pussy, the wet thwack obscene, and then on the fourth he halts, moaning as his knot expands at my entrance, stretching me wide and sending another orgasm shooting through my veins. Hot spend hits deep inside me. Then I feel Ford’s hand on my belly, and know he can feel Colt inside me.
“Shit,” Ford says with wonder as we find each other’s gaze and my pussy clenches and convulses around Colt’s cock.
“Need more,” I tell Ford, loving how the mask on his face is falling away, revealing something softer, sweeter beneath.
“What do you need?” River asks.
“Ford’s come,” I say, not even wincing at the depravity of my own words. “In my mouth.”
