Page 77 of A Pack of Mistletoe
Logan parts my thighs and pushes his cock inside. Every inch lights me up. As soon as he's seated, Wyatt presses back to my rear, and begins to work his cock inside again, sliding against Logan’s from behind.
“Oh fuck,” Logan breathes, clutching my hips like I’m the only thing anchoring him to this plane.
“Evander,” Harlan calls softly into the dark.
And suddenly, I understand what he’s doing.
I can’t stop the earth-shattering scent that explodes from me. Every alpha groans. Logan drops his forehead to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, rest my chin there so I can watch what I know is coming next.
Evander grabs the lube Kai discarded. His cock is already hard and leaking. His eyes find mine—and there’s nothing but fire in them. Pure, burning desire.
He slicks himself quickly and positions behind Logan. The head of his cock slides over Logan’s tight entrance, and when it pushes in, Logan moans into my hair, his cock jumping inside me.
Evander leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss so raw and consuming I forget to breathe.
But we’re still not done.
Once he’s fully seated, he stops and looks to Harlan.
Our dominant alpha steps around behind Evander and drops to his knees with a heavy thump. We’re all poised now. Waiting for him.
He slicks himself and strokes down Evander’s back. I watch his arm work, watch the way Evander shudders and Logan groans.
Harlan’s eyes meet mine, full of dominance, of claiming. And then he thrusts in.
Evander jolts, knocking Logan deeper. Logan curses, buried in me. And then they all start moving.
Logan fucks me with sharp, desperate thrusts. Wyatt mirrors him, sliding perfectly against him from behind as Kai takes his ass. Evander moans into Logan, his rhythm matching theirs, and when Harlan begins to move too, the entire pack is in motion.
Everything becomes a blur.
I’m full. So full. So fucked.
I can’t tell where one body ends and the next begins. I can’t tell who is moaning and who is panting and who is screaming my name.
All I know is that I am theirs.
And they’re going to break me open and build me back up again.
Harlan reaches across me, bracing one palm flat beside my hand, the other gripping Logan’s shoulder. He starts thrusting—deep, slow at first, the kind of pressure that rearranges everything. That dominant rhythm sets the pace, and the rest of the pack follows.
Each movement is orchestrated chaos. I’m being fucked in perfect time. Claimed in stereo.
Logan’s cock slides in deep and then pulls almost out, only to be shoved forward again by Wyatt’s pounding from behind. Evander jerks with every thrust into Logan, and Harlan drives into him with savage grace. Five alphas move in sync, a living rhythm, and I am the center of it.
I can barely breathe.
I gasp into Logan’s shoulder, mouth open, panting. My thighs are shaking. My arms are trembling. Slick is dripping down, pooling under me, coating every cock that fills me. My omega keens, wild and desperate, no longer needing to be polite or quiet.
I am so fucked. I am so full. And yet—I want more.
Evander is groaning behind Logan, his hands clutching Logan’s hips, his voice all breath and broken vowels. Wyatt is snarling softly, like he’spossessed.Kai has one hand on Wyatt’s throat now, watching us with blown pupils and a feral grin.
Harlan’s voice cuts through it all, commanding and ragged with restraint.
“Hold her open.”
Wyatt and Logan both shift, gripping me wide. Then Harlan reaches down and his thumb presses to my clit.
