Page 52 of Pack Me Up
She’s never been claimed.
It’s primal, the kind of reaction I’d punch myself in the face for if I weren’t so helpless to stop it.
I glance at Cody, and he looks like I feel. His eyes are a little wild, his lips parted, his jaw working like he’s biting down on something sharp. There’s a flash of something between us, a telepathic ping that only ever happens when we’re perfectly synced.
I roll onto my side, so I’m level with Brittney’s face. “That’s sexy as fuck,” I say, and it comes out a little hoarse.
We both laugh, and she laughs too, the tension easing out of her spine.
“But I don’t want to mess things up,” she says, quieter now. “I know you and Cody are… not exactly virgins.”
Cody nods. “You’re all that matters to us. You’re our omega. You set the pace.”
I want to tell her how much it means to me, but the words tangle in my mouth.
Instead, I say, “Can I ask you something?”
She nods.
“Would you want your first time to be before your heat starts?”
Her eyes dart between us, then down to the sheet. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to pick who, if that makes sense.”
I watch her face, every flicker of indecision, and suddenly the answer clicks into place. Even if I want it to be me, I know who it should be.
Cody and I make eye contact, and I know we agree on what needs to be done.
He leans over her, whispering, “It’ll be special no matter who from our pack it will be with. It’s okay if it isn’t us. We have all the time in the world.”
She squints at me, turns the idea over, then looks at me with something like confusion. “You would be okay with that?”
I brush her hair off her cheek, thumb resting on her jaw. “We would be more than okay. I’d be honored to be your second, third, fourth, or fifth. I just hope you choose to be with me one day.”
She blushes, but doesn’t look away. “You’re sweet.”
Cody smirks. “He’s really not.”
Brittney giggles. “Usually you’re the sweet one, Cody.”
He shrugs, shifting closer. “I feel the same way as him.”
We all lie there for a minute, the idea settling into place. I can almost feel the new gravity forming between the three of us, the way our roles shift and slot together.
If she doesn’t have any experience, then we need to prepare her for what we might be like in the heat of the moment. Cody and I share a look again, and I know we are on the same page.
I swallow, then answer, “I like it a little rough. I like… dirty talk, degrading stuff, but only if it’s with someone who knows I don’t actually mean it.”
She looks at me, uncertain. “Like, calling me names?”
“Only if you want it,” I say, and my stomach somersaults. “It’s not about hurting you. It’s about making you feel desperate and out of control.”
“And you?” She asks Cody.
I grin. “He’s a praise slut.”
Cody flips me off, but he’s blushing.
“I like to praise every little thing about you until your perfect pussy is clenching from my words alone.”
