Page 27 of In Stockings
I blink. Then blink again. “What?”
“Some toddler had a massive meltdown yesterday at the grotto and bit me.” She points to her ankle. “And some other kid got cross when I wouldn’t give him a second lollipop and pinched me.”
“Little shit,” I mumble.
“Yeah, he was a bit. But …” she shrugs.
I lift her bruise to my mouth and kiss it. “Better?” I ask.
She grins at me. “Much.”
“Good.” I kiss the bruise a second time, then trail my lips up the full length of her arm, not stopping when I reach her shoulder, continuing my trail along her collarbone, up her throat and to her warm, waiting mouth.
When she’s dragging me closer, I shift my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Lyra’s out for the entire day.”
“I heard. I think you’re meant to be catching up on sleep.”
“Sleep can wait,” I tell her. “Who wants to fuck her while I eat her out?” She whimpers. “You like that idea, little one?”
She bites her bottom lip in a way that has more blood pumping straight to my cock, and murmurs an orgasm-drunk “yes.”
“Come on, gentlemen, you heard the lady.” I lie out flat on my back and tug on her arm. “Come sit on my face, and then Samson or Craig can fuck you from behind.”
She bites down even harder on that lip, and I have a feeling I’m calling her out on a fantasy.
She crawls up my body achingly slowly, lighting her own trail of kisses over my torso as she does, nipping at my nipples and sucking on my neck.
I could get used to that. It’s been an age since something little and curvy and smelling like sin touched me like this. Iwantto get used to this.
She continues to suck on my jaw, and I grip the cheeks of her arse.
“Come on, Omega, on my face.” I lift her straight up into the air, ignoring her squeals, and lower her onto my face.
And oh fucking Jesus shittting hell and all the angels and demons too.
She smells like home.
Slick drips from her pussy straight into my waiting mouth.
My eyes roll around in their sockets, and my whole body buzzes. Because my mate tastes like home too.
I blink open my eyes. I lick my lips. The flavour courses through my veins.
Mate.
Yes, fuck. Mate. She’s my mate. Our mate. Our pack omega.
I whisper the word against her core, saying it again louder and again louder still. And again and again, until I’m roaring it into her pussy.
“What?” she gasps, all breathy and panting.
“Mate,” I say.
“Yes,” Craig agrees, as he knocks her forward onto her hands and grips her hips. “Mate,” he confirms as he thrusts inside her, and I watch from beneath. Watch as her pussy swallows up his long, thick cock, inch by inch by inch by inch. All ten fucking inches of him disappear inside my mate.
I find her sensitive nub with my mouth, and it quivers against my tongue, telling me how good it feels to take my packmate.
She jolts against me, her clit sliding along my tongue, as Craig drives into her from behind.
