Page 151 of Pack Me Up
Cody holds her steady, his cock pressing against the small of her back. He waits, patient, for Colton to set the rhythm, then pushes into her ass and matches him, rocking Brittney between them like she was built just for this.
The air is filled with noise and sweat, and the constant slap of skin on skin. Saint watches, his own hand creeping down to the front of his sweats, palming himself in time with the scene. For a second, I think he’s going to lose his composure and take her right there. Instead, he just purrs, low and loud, a sound that rattles the windowpanes.
Hunter’s cock is out now, hard and dark, leaking at the tip. Brittney reaches for it with shaking hands, and he lets her have it, guides her fingers around the shaft. She strokes him, sloppy and desperate, her own pleasure feeding off the way he shudders at her touch.
The twins build to a crescendo, rutting her harder, voices going wild:
“Take it.”
“Love you, omega, so fucking good—”
“Greedy for it, aren’t you? Always need more—”
Brittney’s eyes roll back, tears streaming down her face. She looks ruined, but she’s never been happier. Cody and Colton both come, but they don’t knot her.
Saint finally moves. He crosses to the nest, lifts Brittney up, and holds her against his chest. “You did so well,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect. Let us take care of you.”
Colton and Cody slide out, cocks still hard, hands stroking Brittney’s thighs as they catch their breath.
Hunter kisses her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. She tries to kiss him back, but she’s too weak to do more than cling.
Saint lays her down, tucks her hair behind her ear, and kisses the bond mark on her throat. “We’re not done,” he says, a promise and a threat.
Brittney nods, dazed, a sleepy smile curving her lips.
Saint looks at the rest of us, and with a single glance, directs the next movement of the symphony.
I take Brittney and press her against the wall, pushing into her and making her moan. Each thrust is deep and powerful as I feel her squeeze me and beg for more.
I’m at the edge instantly, but I keep going, trying to make my perfect omega come.
As soon as she does, I’m pulling away from the wall and passing her to Saint so I can step around to her back.
My cock is wet with her slick as I push into her tight, perfect ass. I know Brittney needs all of her mates to end this heat, and I intend to provide it to her.
Saint pushes into her pussy, and I can feel him through the thin wall separating us.
We find a rhythm, until our omega is a begging, slick mess between us.
Hunter comes over and kisses her. Brittney grabs his cock, pumping him until all three of us come for her.
I fill her ass, Hunter covers her stomach, and Saint knots her pussy. Even without a knot, I stay in her ass as we lie down on the ground. All five of us are surrounding our mate as she drifts off.
Slowly, while we are holding her, I feel her temperature start to even out. Her skin is no longer running a fever, and I know we’ve helped her end her heat.
It’s a bittersweet thing, but I know we have a lifetime of this ahead of us to look forward to.
“We need to take care of her when she wakes up,” I tell them. “She’s going to be tired, sore, hungry, and without a doubt dehydrated.”
Cody laughs. “I think we are all dehydrated. I didn’t know I had this much cum in my body.”
That makes everyone groan in agreement. This heat took a lot out of all of us, but it was one of the best weeks of my life.
When Brittney wakes up, her heat has ended.
She takes in the wreckage of the nest and her exhausted mates, laughing.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom with the others following behind me.
