Page 143 of Pack Me Up
The room is a furnace. The air is thick with all our scents. Mine is sharp with pepper, Fox’s is bleeding cinnamon, Cody’s is pure sin with mocha. Brittney’s omega heat is the glue that binds it all, sweet and desperate, honeyed sweat and raw want. It’s all I can breathe.
We fall into rhythm. Fox keeps her grounded, his words a balm, his hands everywhere she needs them. Cody’s in her mouth, but never choking, constantly watching her for signs she needs a break, and praising her every time she takes him deeper. I fuck her in long, grinding strokes, pulling almost all the wayout, then slamming back in, making her feel the stretch and the fullness.
“Doing so good, omega,” I rumble. “So fucking proud of you.”
She sobs around Cody’s cock, fingers clenching in the blankets. Her whole body is shaking. I know she’s close, but I want to postpone her a little, to make her ride that edge until she begs.
Fox reads my mind. He speeds up, flicking her clit faster, tongue matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Cody starts to push into her mouth, slow and shallow, careful not to gag her, but each movement is a promise.
“Come on, songbird. Let go. We’ve got you,” Fox whispers.
I pull her up, just enough so her back is arched, tits pressed out for Fox’s mouth. His tongue flicks over her nipple until it pebbles hard. I lean in, bite her shoulder, not enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. She cries out, high and wild.
Cody’s grip in her hair tightens. “You’re gonna swallow every drop, wild girl,” he growls. “You’re gonna take it all, and then you’re gonna let Saint ruin you.”
She moans again, and this time the sound is desperate.
I feel her start to seize up, pussy clenching around me, milking my cock. I slow my pace, draw it out, but Fox isn’t letting her off the hook. He adds a third finger next to my cock, and she goes rigid.
“Now,” I order, and all three of us close in.
Fox bites down on her nipple while removing his fingers. Cody thrusts deep while spilling down her throat. I slam home, knotted base swelling as I stretch her open, locking us together.
She comes apart in my arms, the scream caught in her mouth by Cody’s cock, her whole body shaking with the force of it. I hold her through it, hands anchoring her to the earth, refusing to let her drift.
We ride out the aftershocks together, sweat and spit and cum mixing in the tangled nest. Fox is first to pull back, wiping her face with the edge of a blanket, murmuring soft praise. Cody collapses beside us, spent and grinning, one hand still tangled in Brittney’s hair.
I stay buried in her, knot throbbing, unwilling to let go until I know she’s satisfied for now. She goes limp, boneless, breathing in shuddery gasps.
I stroke her back, murmuring words I can’t even remember. I think I told her I love her, which I do.
Brittney’s hips are still jerking, spasming around my cock, when Cody leans in. He slides up her body, cradling her head in his palm, and licks the bond mark on her wrist, right over the little white scar. She howls, no other word for it, the sound is wild, almost animal. Her body bows off the mattress, trying to get closer, desperate for more.
I feel the echo of it through the pack bond. Cody bares his teeth, finds the mark again, and sucks hard. The feedback loop is instant: Brittney screams, I feel her cunt clamp down like a fist, and the whole world goes white as we both come again.
“Fuck, Cody,” I growl, but I don’t tell him to stop. I want him to wreck her, to see how much she can take.
My knot releases her, and like the selfish bastard I am, I turn her around and I start to fuck her again. I need her like I need air.
Fox is not idle, either. He slides behind Brittney, lifts her off the mess of blankets, and cradles her in his lap, legs spread wide. He cages her with his arms, big hands splayed across her stomach and ribs, holding her still for me. He kisses her neck, nips at her earlobe, and rasps, “You gonna come again, songbird? You gonna make a mess for your alphas?”
She can’t answer. She’s crying, mouth slack, and eyes rolled back. I feel the rut building in me, low and dangerous. My knot isswelling again, each thrust catching on her entrance, tugging her back onto my cock.
Cody shifts, takes her free hand, and laces their fingers together, squeezing tight. He brings her wrist to his mouth, sucks the bond mark again, and the surge of pleasure nearly sends me over the edge.
Cody matches my rhythm, pushing her hips down to meet every thrust. “Take it, wild girl. You can handle it. You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”
She nods, sobbing, but the sound is pure joy.
I lose the last shred of control. I fuck her hard, using every ounce of strength, and she takes it all, greedy for more. My knot pops inside, stretching her wide, locking us together. The sensation is so intense I nearly black out.
Brittney goes off like a bomb. Her whole body convulses, shaking so hard I can barely hold on. I feel her come, feel the ripple of it pull me under, and I give in, knotting her deep and pouring every drop of myself into her.
Cody is right there, one hand on her throat, the other around her wrist, biting the mark he gave her. Fox grinds his cock against her back, rutting against her like he can’t stand not being inside.
I hear the words before I know I’m saying them: “Mine. Ours. Fucking perfect.”
We keep going, keep touching, kissing, fucking her through every aftershock. Fox slips down, slides his fingers through the slick mess between her thighs, pressing right where my knot bulges against her. She spasms, nails raking Cody’s arms, but he just laughs and kisses her harder.
