Page 142 of Pack Me Up
It’s been almost two months on tour, and everything has been perfect. Brittney is thriving; she and Tommy are at the top of the charts, and our pack has never been more cohesive or complete.
We flew back to our pack house yesterday for Brittney’s scheduled heat break. She was needy the whole flight home, and I know my brothers and I all love her like this.
I jump up from a dead sleep, the air syrup-thick with the scent of my omega. Brittney’s scent is a tidal wave. It slams into my sinuses, makes my gums tingle, and my cock rock hard in one heartbeat. The room is pitch black, but I can see her anyway: the center of the nest, tangled in a bunch of pillows, blankets, and shredded shirts. She’s stripped down to nothing, skin glistening, every line and shadow lit by the fairy lights strung along the ceiling. She writhes, breath coming wet and desperate, eyes huge and wild in her face.
“Alpha,” she whimpers, but it’s not a name. It’s a plea, a spell. My body moves before my mind does.
I crawl to her, shoving blankets aside. She grabs at me, nails digging through my shirt, frantic for skin. The heat coming offher is obscene. Her whole body is vibrating. She finds my neck, yanks me down, tries to bite, but her teeth skitter off the stubble along my jaw.
Behind me, two more bodies sit up. Fox and Cody, both half-dressed, eyes blown wide. The air shivers with adrenaline and something sweeter.
Fox is first, crossing to the edge of the bed, hands up like he’s taming a wild animal. “Songbird?” he says, soft as rain.
She doesn’t even look at him. She just moans, arches her back, and pulls me down harder.
Cody slides in beside her, wraps a hand around her ankle, thumb tracing the bone. “Hey, wild girl. You want all of us, or just the old man?” He’s trying for levity, but his voice shakes, even as he grins.
She looks at him, her pupils so dilated that her eyes are almost black. “All,” she rasps, then lets go of my neck just long enough to drag Fox in by the fistful of his t-shirt.
I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Easy.”
I can feel her pulse against my palm. The frantic little drumbeat in her wrist, how it stutters every time I tighten my grip. She writhes under me, back arched, hair stuck to her cheek. I keep her arms pinned, make her work for every inch. I want her to fight, need it, honestly, because if I don’t, I’ll lose control.
Fox moves in first, gentle as always. He finds Brittney’s face, tucks her hair behind her ear, and kisses her forehead. His hands are soft on her, always seeking permission, always coaxing instead of claiming. It’s sweet, and it infuriates me, because I want to be the one she turns to for comfort, not him. My alpha is pushing against my skin.
Cody’s a different story. He circles to the side, all swagger and hungry eyes. He strips his shirt off, tosses it to the floor, then peels off the sweatpants like he’s shedding a second skin. His cock is already hard, straining against the waistband of hisboxer-briefs, and when he slips them off, Brittney’s attention flickers. I see the way her eyes widen and the little hitch in her breath. She wants him, too. She wants all of us.
I yank her wrists higher, pin them with one hand, and use the other to slide down her spine, slow and deliberate. She shudders, every muscle tense. Her skin is fire, and I know her pussy is hot, wet, and desperate.
“Alpha,” she pleads, voice breaking. “Please. Please, I need—”
I let go of her arms, just long enough to flip her onto her stomach. She yelps, surprised, but the sound goes straight to my cock. I pin her again, palm in the middle of her back, and grind my hips against her ass. She’s slick, so ready that I nearly lose it just feeling her heat against my cock.
Fox is at her side, kneeling. He leans in, presses his mouth to her neck, teeth grazing the skin just below her ear. She moans, loud, and I feel the sound vibrate through her whole body.
Cody positions himself in front of her, kneeling so his cock is level with her mouth. He strokes himself, slow, letting her see every inch. He cups her jaw, tilts her head up, and brushes the tip of his cock against her lips.
“Do you want what belongs to you, wild girl?” he murmurs. “Do you want to taste me?”
She whimpers and nods with her mouth already open.
He slides in, just the tip at first, then deeper. She gags a little, but he’s careful, one hand in her hair, the other bracing against the mattress. He guides her, gentle but firm, and I can see her throat working as she takes him in.
Fox traces his fingers down her arm, finds her hand, and twines their fingers together. His other hand slides between her thighs, ghosting over her slick folds, teasing her clit. She jerks, hips rolling, body torn between Fox’s soft touch, Cody’s cock in her mouth, and the relentless pressure of my body above hers.
I line myself up behind her, take a breath, and push inside. The heat is blinding. She’s so fucking tight, even after all this, that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
“Fuck, omega,” I groan, hands locking onto her hips. “You feel incredible.”
She can’t answer, Cody’s got her mouth full, but she moans, and the vibration travels all the way through me. I start slow, dragging it out, letting her feel every inch. Each thrust buries me deeper, my hips pressing her down into the mess of blankets.
Cody watches, eyes dark and wild. He holds back, focusing on her pleasure. He runs his thumb over her cheek, wipes away a smear of spit, and croons filthy praise.
“Good girl. You take it so well, wild girl. You love being used, don’t you? Are you desperate for my cum?”
She nods, tears streaming down her face, but not from pain. She’s shaking, wrecked, but so fucking alive. The bond is lit up with her pleasure.
Fox’s mouth is everywhere. He kisses the line of her spine. His hand is relentless between her legs, circling her clit, two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her wider. She screams, body bucking, but I hold her down, refusing to let her escape the sensation.
