Page 51 of A Pack of Mistletoe
Kai starts thrusting again. Slower now. Deeper. Each stroke deliberate and brutal in its precision. Every pass rakes fire through my nerves. At the same time, Wyatt reaches between us and flicks my clit just as one finger breaches my ass.
I gasp.
The stretch burns in the best way. My pussy clenches down on Kai like a vice, and he snarls.
Wyatt pulls out slowly. I whimper but then a second finger presses in, thick and insistent, and I see stars. He strokes the wall between his fingers and Kai’s cock, and the resulting groan from Kai rattles the fucking headboard.
“I—I’m—” I try to say, breath catching.
“Come, omega,” Wyatt growls, voice filthy and raw. “Make a mess on Kai’s cock while I stretch your sweet ass. Show us how desperate you are. Show us what a perfect little omega you are for your alphas."
His hand leaves my clit—only to land hard on my ass. The smack is sharp and stinging,exactlyhow I like it.
The orgasm detonates, ripping through me like a scream. I shatter, crying out, my pussy clenching around Kai until he breaks too—hips jerking, knot swelling, cock locking deep.
Hot, endless spurts of come fill me, pump after pump.
“Take it, Rosie,” Kai snarls, voice rough and demanding. “Take all of it. Every drop.”
I collapse onto his chest, boneless, shaking. He’s panting beneath me like he’s run a marathon. Wyatt stretches out beside us, tugging the comforter over our tangled limbs and wrapping those thick tattooed arms around both of us—one over my back, one tucked under Kai’s pillow. Warm. Possessive.Ours.
I glance down at the rock-hard cock still straining against the blanket and raise an eyebrow.
Wyatt smirks and steals a kiss. His lips are sweet and filthy all at once.
“Next time, Sugarplum,” he purrs, voice like dark velvet. “Next time I’m gonna sink into your ass while Kai knots your pussy. Make you take both your alphas until you can’t evenstand.”
I moan, already aching for it.
“Now go to sleep.”
And I do.
Harlan
The house reeks of peppermint and sex when we get back. And fuck me, it isn’t the sex that hits first—it’s the peppermint. Sweet and spicy, laced with cream and slick. More addictive than anything I’ve ever scented. I need it like air in my lungs. Like my cock needs to split open a sweet, wet hole right fucking now. I’m already iron-hard in my pants.
I glance at Evander, then Logan. Both are just as wild eyed, their alphas prowling close to the surface.
Wyatt lounges on the couch, smug bastard, his sugar cookie scent wrapped with Kai’s roasted chestnuts—and all of it tangled with that fucking peppermint until I’m dizzy with need.
“What is that scent?” Logan bites out, voice clipped with control.
“Rosie,” Kai mutters, stepping out of the bedroom. “She left for errands, but her scent… it spiked. A heat spike.” He rubs the back of his neck, flushing when Wyatt meets his eyes.
I don’t care. My vision is tunneling, alpha clawing free. The need burns through me—I need the omega. Need to bite. Need to bond. Need to claim.
“Shit.” Someone says it. Then the word “rut.” I know. Don’t care. My teeth ache with the need to tear into soft flesh. My cock throbs so hard I’m half-numb. The door opens and shuts.
“Omega,” I growl, guttural.
“They’ll bring her back,” one alpha says. “He can’t go anywhere like this.” Talking about me. Like I’m not in the room.
Mulled wine floods my senses—decadent, heavy. Evander. Purple streaks in his hair, coal around his eyes. He belongs to me, even through thehaze. Praline follows—rich, warm. Logan. Platinum hair, sharp cheekbones. A brat if I’ve ever scented one. My hand fists in his hair before I’ve even thought.
“Brat,” I snarl. My alpha doesn’t question—it just knows.
Logan’s eyes flare wide, then heat pools dark. “Yes, Daddy.”
