Page 150 of Pack Me Up
But when Saint breaks the kiss, Brittney’s eyes find me first. She opens her mouth, tries to say something, but her voice is shredded.
I crawl up the nest, next to her, and she pulls me in, both hands fisting the front of my shirt. She kisses me hard enough to bruise.
“Again,” Brittney whispers, and her voice is a razor dragged over glass. “Please. More.”
Saint smiles, mouth still wet with her. “You heard her.”
He moves back, making space. I settle between her legs, guided by her hands, and this time I don’t go slow. I lick a stripe from the crease of her thigh to the throbbing center of her, and her whole body bows off the mattress. She tastes like toffee and desire, the kind of flavor that erases every other thought.
I work her with my mouth, tongue circling, lips sucking, fingers digging into the meat of her hips. She’s loud now, no restraint, sobbing and laughing and cursing in equal measure.
Saint hovers above her, one hand bracing her chin, the other stroking her hair. He watches me as I eat her, and his smile is pure alpha. It’s dangerous and full of teeth, but there’s pride there, too.
Brittney comes again, this time a rolling wave that leaves her gasping. She shoves my head down, grinding against my face, and I let her, swallowing every drop.
When she finally lets go, she slumps, hair pasted to her forehead, eyes glassy. Saint gathers her up, kisses her temple, then looks at me.
“Good work,” he says, and it’s not a joke.
I lick my lips, wipe my face with the back of my hand, and breathe her in.
I feel the others before I see them. They’ve gathered behind us, called in by Brittney’s heat.
They come in wild, all muscle and instinct and the bare minimum of clothing. Colton first, his smile a dare, his eyes already locked on the mess Saint and I have made of Brittney. Cody is more careful, scanning the scene, reading the temperature before he dives in. Hunter stands back for a second, just watching, his pulse a steady drum I can feel in my bones.
Brittney registers them instantly. The second the first twin crosses the threshold, her body jolts like she’s been plugged into a live wire. Her hands scramble for purchase, hips writhing on the slicked-up comforter. There’s no fear, no shame, just a raw, animal need to be filled, to be used, to be seen.
Saint’s still got her cradled in his arms, but when Colton flashes him a look, he knows it’s time to share. He kisses Brittney’s temple, once, hard, then lets her go, shifting her weight into Colton’s waiting grip. The transfer is seamless, practiced, the kind of move you only get after a week-long heat.
Colton doesn’t waste a second. He leans in, his mouth to Brittney’s ear, and starts with the filth before her brain can even catch up.
“Look at you. Such a needy little omega slut. Couldn’t even wait for the whole pack before you started dripping all over the nest, huh?” His voice is low, but I can hear the smile in it. “You know we love you like this. You’re our perfect mate, aren’t you?”
She moans, high and desperate, and shoves back against him. She’s so slick that she almost slides off the comforter, but Cody’s there to catch her, strong arms bracing her from behind. He drags her upright, flush against his chest, then starts working kisses down the curve of her spine. Each one is a brand, a promise, and she soaks them up like sunlight.
Hunter circles in, careful not to crowd, and kneels at her side. His hands are big enough to span her whole waist, and when he touches her, he does it like he’s handling a treasure.
The room hums with attention. I’m still down between Brittney’s legs, her taste heavy on my tongue, but I watch the choreography above like it’s the only show in town. The way she responds to each mate—sighs for Cody, snarls for Colton, whimpers when Hunter so much as grazes her thigh. It’s mesmerizing. I want to eat her alive.
Saint watches too, from a distance, eyes gone narrow and sharp. He’s the only one who can keep his hands off, and even that looks like a struggle.
Colton ups the ante. He slides one hand between Brittney’s legs, finds my wrist, and pushes my fingers deeper into her. “You like that, trouble? Like being full of your beta?” He bites her earlobe, hard enough to make her squeak. “Wait till you get a taste of what we have for you.”
She’s so far gone she can only nod, hair a curtain across her face. Cody licks a stripe up her back, then nips at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. He leaves a mark, quick and bright red, and Brittney shivers, her whole body going tight around my fingers.
Hunter’s hands trace her waist, then move lower, thumbs digging into the crease of her hips. He doesn’t say anything, just watches, the intensity of his stare enough to leave marks of its own.
Her body’s already begging for more. Her thighs quiver around my wrist, greedy for every last drop. She’s lost to it now. All she can do is beg.
“Please,” she whimpers, “need more, please—can’t, just—please—”
Hunter leans in, mouth at her temple. “What do you need, Britt?”
“Want you,” she says, voice broken. “Need you all.”
The twins trade a look, their twin telepathy firing on all cylinders. Cody shifts her back onto his lap, spreading her legs wide, and I back up. Colton kneels between them, his cock already hard and slick from the show. He lines up, teasing her entrance with the tip, then slaps her clit with it, just to watch her jump.
He pushes in, slow at first, then all at once, burying himself to the hilt. She howls, hands scrabbling for something to hold. Hunter gives her his wrist, and she latches on, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He grins, pride all over his face.
