Page 75 of A Pack of Mistletoe
Wyatt spills down Kai’s throat with a broken sound. Kai doesn’t stop. He thrusts once, twice more, then knots. The thick swell locks deep inside me, stretching me wide, pressing against every oversensitive nerve.
I cry out again, body wracked with aftershocks.
I feel like I've been worshipped from the inside out.
Evander
My Candy went into a heat sleep after the first knotting. We were all pretty wrecked—Harlan made sure of that.
Now, her eyes catch mine in the flickering glow of the potbelly fireplace. They shine like jewels in the dark.
Rose’s heat has already altered my goddamn brain chemistry and we’re not even a few hours in. After Kai knotted her, she slipped into that deep omega sleep—but now she stirs.
Rolling off his knot, she turns to me.
“Candy, baby,” I whisper.
She answers with a soft keening, crawling across the pillows with her breasts swaying—fuckingperfect. Her hands trail up my chest, and she presses me back into the nest of blankets, then slides down until her mouth is level with my cock.
Her lips brush the tip, then kiss down the length. My head drops back with a groan.
Her hands wrap around me, stroking lazy, teasing circles before she licks a long stripe from my balls to the head.
“Candy,” I groan again as she sucks me into her mouth—hot, wet, and eager.
Her rhythm is perfect. Tongue swirling, lips tight. I fist her hair, barely managing not to thrust, but my hips jerk on instinct. She moans around me, and the vibration nearly sends me over the edge right there.
She pops off with a wet sound, panting, her whine sharp and aching. A heat cramp, probably.
I reach for her and tug her into my lap, guiding her until she’s straddling me and my cock is lined up perfectly with her soaked, desperate pussy.
Before I can so much as blink, she sinks down on me in one devastating stroke. I choke on a gasp, vision going white at the edges.
She rides me hard, swirling her hips like she knows exactly what it does to me—because shedoes. Her body bounces, needy and wild, chasing what she needs like only an omega in heat can.
Just when I think I’m gonna lose it, Logan appears over her shoulder. His eyes are dark and burning with hunger. He leans in, whispers something filthy against her ear.
Whatever he says makes her grin—then look down at me with wicked need.
She leans forward, breasts swaying in my face, and I latch onto a nipple, sucking hard. She arches with a ragged gasp.
I don’t even realize what Logan’s doing until I feel it—his cock sliding into her tight ass, hot and hard and unrelenting.
He groans as he bottoms out, the pressure of his cock rubbing against mine through the thin wall between us. The heat of it, thefriction, nearly unravels me.
Then he starts to move.
Hard. Fast. Brutal.
I match him stroke for stroke, our cocks gliding against each other and slamming into her in tandem.
Rose shakes between us, overwhelmed, and I slide a hand between her thighs, circling her clit. My mouth moves from one nipple to the other, teasing, sucking, biting just enough to make her cry out.
She explodes—spasming around me, back arching, hands clawing at my shoulders.
Fuck, yes.
Holding out this long was torture.
