Page 147 of Pack Me Up
June 27nd
Iopen my eyes and she’s right there, hair mussed, skin flushed, hands shaking as she reaches us. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t have to.
Colton’s eyelids flicker, and the green of his eyes catches the early light. It’s always weird, seeing myself in someone else’s face.
Brittney’s hand finds Colton’s chest, splaying out fingers as if counting his heartbeats, but it’s me she’s looking at, me she’s reaching for, even as she climbs over Colton’s legs and straddles him. Her thighs are slick and bare. My mouth goes dry.
Colton grins up at her, all teeth, and puts his hands on her hips. “You need more, my needy omega?” he asks, like there’s even a question.
She nods, hair falling in her eyes, and leans down to kiss him, slow and deep. He meets her, and for a second it’s soft, but it doesn’t take long before she’s grinding down, hips rocking, needy as ever. She whimpers into his mouth, and I feel my cock kick awake under the sheets.
I roll up behind her, planting a knee on either side of the mess. My hands hover just above her back, not touching yet, waiting for the moment when she wants more. She arches, pressing her ass back, and I can see every little muscle shift under her skin. The scars, the bite marks, the way Colton’s grip leaves indents on her hips.
I lean in, my breath hot against her ear.
She shivers, then turns just enough to look at me out of the corner of her eye.
Colton lines up, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance, and she sinks down, slow but not shy. She’s so wet I can hear it, a sticky, obscene sound that makes my pulse stutter. He’s not gentle, never is, but she meets him, takes all of him, bottoming out with a gasp.
“Perfect,” Colton murmurs, voice gone all sweet. “Such a perfect, greedy omega.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I hook a hand around her throat, pull her back into my chest, and bite down on the spot just above her shoulder. She mewls, goes pliant, and I guide her hips into motion, setting a pace that makes her breath go ragged.
Colton braces himself on the nest, the muscles in his arms popping as he thrusts up into her. My hand slips down, between her legs, and I find her clit, rubbing slow circles until she’s panting, body caught between us.
I love watching her come apart, love the way she shatters for both of us at once.
“You see that, Colton?” I say, voice darkening. “She’s made for us.”
He digs his fingers into her hip, matching my rhythm, and growls, “Take it. Take all of it like the needy slut you are.”
She comes with a yelp, body tensing so hard I have to hold her up. Colton laughs, low and warm, then leans up to bite her other shoulder. We bite her together without breaking the skin,teeth side by side, twin claims buried in the softest part of her skin.
She grinds down harder, chasing another hit, and I slip my hand lower, pressing two fingers inside along with Colton’s cock.
She screams, the sound muffled against my arm. I push relentlessly until she’s sobbing and shaking, and then, only then, do I slow down and let her catch her breath.
We move as one, trading off, Colton and I holding her in perfect balance. He slides out, makes room for me, and I fuck her in the same position, his hands guiding her hips as if handing off a dance partner. Brittney clings to Colton’s shoulders, nails biting in, but she looks at me, really looks, eyes glassy and shining.
“Alpha,” she whispers, and my heart flips over.
I slam in, hard enough to make her yelp again, and Colton croons, “That’s it. Give it to her. She wants it harder from us.”
I fuck her through another orgasm, this one softer, more drawn out. Her body goes loose, boneless, and I hold her tight, cheek pressed to the curve of her spine.
Colton grins up at her while he strokes her hair behind her ear. He lifts her off my cock just a little, then slides himself in again, making her gasp. “So good.”
She is good. Better than good. She’s a fucking miracle, and right now she’s perched between us, hands braced on Colton’s chest and body trembling from leftover aftershocks.
I drag my nails down her spine, slow enough to make her squirm, then nudge her thighs wider so I can settle in behind. She shifts, eager, and I line myself up, pressing the head of my cock to the tight ring of her ass. She shudders, all the fight gone, nothing but yes and please left in her system.
Colton watches me, a smirk going sly. “You gonna be nice to her this time?” he teases, rocking his hips up to meet me.
I laugh. “I’m always nice to my wild girl. You’re the mean one.”
Brittney moans, collapsing forward, her face hidden in Colton’s neck. He kisses her jaw, whispers something I can’t hear, but whatever it is makes her shake harder. I push in, slow at first, then all the way. She cries out, the sound gone wild at the edges, and Colton hugs her close, grounding her.
“Atta girl,” he says, stroking her back. “You love being split open by us, don’t you?”
