Page 76 of A Pack of Mistletoe
I thrust up hard, one final time. Logan’s eyes go wide, and then he groans, thrusting just as deep.
We knot her at the same time—both of us locked inside her, cocks swelling, filling her completely. I feel his knot pulse, feel the hot rush of his cum in her ass, and that’sit—
I roar, spilling into her with a snarl, burying my face in her breasts as I come, again and again, claiming her the only way my alpha knows how.
Rose
I cannot believe how much I still need.
My omega isn’t satisfied and some part of me worries she never will be. This is my first heat, and at first I was nervous. But it’s been at least a day now, and everyone’s found their rhythm. I need, and they give. Over and over, until the next cramping wave rolls through me like a snowstorm. Thoughts are hard. Words are harder. Sometimes impossible.
When I wake, the nest is full of heavy breathing and soft snores. I need a knot. I need it more than air.
To my right, Evander and Logan are curled into Harlan’s sides, looking peaceful and cozy. My omega doesn’t want to bother them. Kai is sprawled in a crooked mess of arms and legs. I shake my head and smile. That alpha throws himself into the most ridiculous sleeping positions.
A hand smooths over my spine, warm and calming.
“Sugarplum, you okay?” comes a deep, Southern drawl.
I can only keen. My pussy clenches on air, slick coating my thighs. But I’m tired, so tired, and don’t have it in me to beg. Instead, I press my cheek to the ground, ass in the air like an offering. Presenting. Pleading.
Wyatt’s low purr turns into a growl. He clearly doesn't mind my lazy desperation. I feel him shift behind me. A puff of cool air grazes my slick folds before two big, calloused hands grip my ass and spread me wide. His cock lines up against my drenched heat.
“Hard,” I manage to breathe looking back at him through my curly hair.
His green eyes flash and then he slams into me in one brutal thrust.
The sound he punches from my throat is sharp and high. Kai jerks awake, eyes blinking in the low light. He finds mine and freezes.
I see the exact moment he realizes what he’s looking at. His cock, lying heavy against his thigh, twitches and hardens on instinct. My mouth waters.
But I see what he’s really thinking. It’s practically written on his face.
I nod. Yes. Please.
Kai’s eyes go feral. He rises from the nest and circles around. Wyatt slows, watching him, trying to figure out the plan. I feel Kai’s weight shift behind Wyatt, and suddenly Wyatt’s cock kicks inside me, thick and urgent.
He moans, leaning over my back like a blanket, and stills for just a moment. Then he starts to move, harder. Hot, punishing thrusts that punch the breath from my lungs and make me sob with need.
Still, it’s not enough.
More, my omega demands.
I whine, sharp and high.
Harlan is suddenly there, crouched beside me, his face level with mine. “You need more, baby?” he murmurs. Even with Wyatt rutting into me, my body answers yes. god, yes. I’m at the peak of my heat. I need this like I need breath.
He whispers something low to Wyatt. Wyatt pulls out.
I screech, raw and furious, but Harlan just shushes me. He lifts my torso gently, shifting me from presenting to kneeling.
He’s the dominant alpha. It’s his job to make sure I’m cared for.
So why did he take Wyatt’s knot away?
“Logan,” Harlan says.
The slick-haired blonde omega kneels in front of me, his fingers immediately finding my dripping core. It’s sweet torture. Behind me, Kai is fucking into Wyatt now, hard. His low grunts make me ache harder.
