Page 148 of Pack Me Up
She nods, frantic, and I start to move, careful but deep. The sensation is mind-melting. Her body is squeezed tight between us, every inch of her stretched and full. She clenches, milks us, and Colton and I lock eyes, the twin thing snapping into focus. We fuck her in perfect tandem, our rhythm so synced I don’t know where I end and he begins.
“You hear that?” I murmurs, mouth to her ear. “She’s dripping down my balls. That’s a good girl.”
Colton snarls, grabs her by the hair, and tugs her head back so she has to look at me. “You like being our fucktoy, trouble? You like being used by your alphas?”
Colton grabs her thigh, hoists her up higher, and now she’s riding both of us, impaled and helpless, lost to everything except the next jolt of sensation.
I don’t let go of her hair. I want her to see my face when I finish. I want her to know it’s me who makes her scream.
“Take it all,” Colton growls. “Take it all like the needy slut you are.”
She comes so hard she nearly blacks out. Her body seizes, clamps down, and I feel Colton’s knot swell at the same time mine does. We lock her in, both of us, our knots pressing against the inside of her, holding her right where she belongs.
She screams, body shaking, arms shaking until Colton laces his fingers with hers and pins her down.
The three of us freeze, every muscle burning, and for a second, the only sound is Brittney’s whimpers as she rides out the aftershocks.
I kiss her forehead, then her mouth. “Perfect,” I whisper. “You’re perfect.”
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into my lap so she’s sandwiched tight, my chest to her back, Colton’s chest to her front. I bury my face in her hair and breathe, long and deep.
We stay like that, suspended, until the world shrinks down to just the sweat on our skin and the heartbeat thumping in my ears.
It’s Fox who breaks the spell. He sees the tangle we’ve made, the sweat and cum and bite marks, and his expression goes gentle.
“Hey,” he says, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He reaches out, fingers combing through Brittney’s hair with the lightest touch. “You okay?”
She nods, still dazed, but her smile is real. “Yeah,” she whispers. “More.”
Fox strokes her cheek, thumb catching a stray tear. “Good. You look beautiful like this.”
Colton leans back, arms folding behind his head, but he’s watching Fox the whole time, like he’s waiting for the next move.
I squeeze Brittney’s waist. “You want him to join us?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, want apples and cinnamon,” she says, and I see her whole body relax, as if Fox is the missing piece of the puzzle.
I don’t wait. I lean over Brittney’s back, still sunk deep inside her, and catch Fox’s eye. “Don’t just sit there,” I rasp. “She wants you, too.”
He kisses her, first slow and reverent. But she’s not the only one who’s starving, he is, too, and the second pass is deeper, rougher, tongues tangling, hands roaming over the sweat-slicked line of her back and sides. Fox’s fingers shake as he traces every bruise, every bite mark, cataloging the evidence that she’s ours, that this is real.
Colton adjusts under her, hands spreading over Brittney’s hips to steady her, but his gaze is fixed on Fox. For once, there’s no one-liner, no smirk, just this open, raw pride. He mouths “fuck yeah” at me, and I bite down on my own grin, because there’s nothing left to say that isn’t already happening.
Fox pulls back for air, his lips swollen and wet. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, fingers sweeping her face, then down her throat, then lower, stopping at the flutter of her pulse.
Brittney laughs, and the sound is pure sunlight, even if it’s filtered through exhaustion.
He tucks her hair behind her ear, lips hovering just above her skin. “I love you,” he says, and there’s so much weight in those words it makes the whole room tilt.
She sucks in a breath. For a second, I think she might break out of her heat, but then she whines, and I know she’s still locked in her need.
Fox moves up so his cock is closer to her mouth, giving her the option, and she jumps on it.
Brittney sucks Fox’s cock down her throat while we are still locked and knotted inside her.
“That’s it, wild girl, you’re swallowing him so well,” I say.
Colton laughs. “Not well enough until he’s coming down your throat.”
