Page 72 of Pack Me Up
We lay there, knotted together, three hearts thudding out a single rhythm.
Colton’s breath is ragged at my ear. “Ours. Fucking ours, Brittney. Forever.”
Cody’s hand strokes my hair, gentle now, his lips pressed to the bite on my wrist. “You did so well. You’re so perfect. No one else could ever be so perfect for us.”
They collapse on either side of me, bodies still entangled, not even bothering to untangle the mess of limbs and sweat and come. Their knots keep us locked in place. I can feel the bond growing, solidifying, the new connections knitting themselves tighter every second.
My body aches, used and sore and absolutely wrecked, but I’ve never felt so alive. The twins nuzzle into me, murmuring soft, filthy words, and I let myself float on the tide of their touch, the warmth and the wildness and the new, unstoppable thing we’ve made together.
Brittney
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
WHY SO MUCH SECURITY FOR THESE OMEGAS?
May 1st
The twins are still knotted in me, one in my ass, one in my pussy, their bodies sprawled out on either side like overfed wolves at the end of a hunt. My legs are jelly, my arms deadweight, my brain all static and spark.
The knots start to go down at the same time.
I feel boneless, hollowed out, but underneath the fatigue, there’s a restlessness that won’t quit. My body wants more. My body wants everything.
The twins don’t go far. They curl in around me, arms thrown over my stomach and thighs, faces buried in my hair and neck. Their scents, twin shadows of caramel and vanilla, blend with my own, thickening the air until it’s hard to breathe. I roll over, just enough to look past them, to the far edge of the nest where the next round waits. Saint and Fox are sitting side by side on a battered mattress, both naked, both hard, and both watching me with the same mix of hunger and love.
Saint is all muscle with his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. Fox’s blue eyes are wild and bright. His cock is flushed and straining against his belly. He looks like he’s tryingnot to breathe too loud, like he’s worried the whole thing will vanish if he moves too fast.
I drag myself upright, every muscle protesting, and crawl across the nest toward them. I’m slicked with come, my hair is a tangled halo, and my wrists and neck are still raw and throbbing.
I don’t care. I need both of them.
Saint is the first to reach for me. He grabs my hips, hauls me up onto the mattress like I weigh nothing. His hands are huge with hot fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass.
“Is it finally my turn to bond with you, honey? I can’t wait any longer.”
“Yes, alpha,” I agree with a smile.
He spins me around so I’m on my knees, facing Fox, and then pushes my chest down until my cheek is pressed to the ruined sheets.
I can feel the blunt, brutal head of his cock as he lines up with my soaked pussy.
He slides in all at once. No warning, no hesitation. The stretch is a flash of white-hot pain that gives way instantly to pleasure. I groan, forehead buried in the sheets, and brace myself as Saint starts to fuck me with a steady, punishing rhythm.
I reach for Fox. “I need you too, Fox.”
Fox kneels in front of me, hands shaking as he guides his cock to my lips. I open for him, tongue already reaching, and take him in as deep as I can. The taste is sharp, the scent electric, and I moan around him, the vibration making him growl.
We move together with Saint behind and Fox in front. My body is the rope that ties them. I can barely keep up, barely breathe, but that’s part of the thrill. The fullness, the pressure, the way every thrust drives Fox deeper into my throat, every pulse of Saint’s cock shoving me forward until I’m choking andsobbing and desperate for air. I love it. I love the way they use me and love me at the same time.
Saint’s grip on my hips is iron. He slams into me over and over, the sound of skin on skin loud as gunshots, and every time he bottoms out, I feel the echo all the way up my spine. Fox’s hands are in my hair now, twisting it into a tight grip, holding my head steady as he fucks my mouth in slow, careful strokes.
I look up at him, eyes wet, and see the awe in his face. His whole life, he’s felt like just the beta, but now, with my mouth stretched around his cock and my eyes locked on his, he’s the center of the universe. He starts to shake, body trembling, and I know he’s close.
Something shifts in me, deep and instinctive. I pull back, letting Fox’s cock slip free of my lips, and lunge forward, not for his mouth, but for his thigh. I sink my teeth in, hard, right at the curve of muscle above his knee. The metalic tang of his blood mixes with sweat and salt. Fox groans, more shock than pain, and goes rigid.
The bond snaps into place. It’s not like the alpha bond but a wave of pure, blinding devotion that pours through me and then back into him. I feel what it’s like to be wanted with absolute, unconditional love.
I lick the blood from Fox’s thigh, tasting the new bond there, a clean, sweet shock of connection. It’s nothing like the firestorm of an alpha’s bite but it is as sturdy as a pillar. It holds me up from the inside, a constant hum of acceptance and love. Fox buries his face in my hair, laughing again, and I look up to see the utter disbelief on his face.
