Page 50 of A Pack of Mistletoe
She claws at my chest. She needs us.
I meet Wyatt’s gaze. “I want you with me… but if it’s too much—”
He doesn’t even blink. “I’d never leave. Either of you.”
His hands stroke up her thighs, smearing slick. She whines, arching into the touch.
“Need you both,” she gasps, barely coherent.
“We’re here, Sugarplum,” Wyatt whispers. “You want these knots? They’re all yours, baby.”
Her hips roll, begging. Wyatt backs off, nodding to me.
And Itakeher.
I kneel between her legs and spread her open. Her glistening cunt clenches with each heat cramp, desperate. I drag two fingers over her folds, teasing her clit, then thrust them deep, crooking just right. Shewails, head thrown back.
Another finger. More slick. I prep her for me, murmuring praise while Wyatt teases her nipples until she’s shaking.
I pull my fingers free, slick dripping down my hand, and she bucks. Shooting me a death glare that makes me chuckle. God, even desperate she’s defiant, and it makes my cock ache.
Then she lifts up and bites me. Her mouth closes hard over my bicep, teeth just shy of breaking skin.
Wyatt pauses, concerned.
“It’s okay,” I rasp, rougher than I mean to, because her teeth in my flesh light me up like a live wire. When we were young, we used to pretend to bite and bond each other. Knowing she still thinks about it—might want that with me—makes my breath hitch and my cock throb.
I line my cock up, thick and flushed, and press into her soaked heat. She arches, moans, tries to fuck herself deeper but I hold her still, gentle.
For one heartbeat.
Then Rosie slams herself halfway up my cock, and Iloseit.
“Looks like our omega doesn’t want it slow and gentle,” Wyatt growls.
Our omega.
The words detonate in my chest.
I slam back in, all the way to the hilt.
Every thrust wrings a broken, beautiful sound from her, her body greedy, clinging to mine like she’ll never let go.
And then she flips me.
Rose
Alphas. Two alphas. I’m holding on to just enough presence to recognize Kai and Wyatt but their names come to me slowly, almost like they’re wading through molasses. Kai thrusting up into my core would be enough on its own—but when Wyatt sidles up behind me, presses a firm hand between my shoulder blades so I arch over Kai, and trails his fingers down the cleft of my ass… I nearly drown Kai’s cock in slick.
He chuckles beneath me. “She likes that, Wyatt.”
“Like we said—perfect.” Wyatt’s fingers circle the tight ring of my asshole, and I tense. “Shhh.” His other hand glides soothingly down my spine. “I know the form said you like this, but it’s been a while. Don’t worry, baby. Just prep play today. Only as much as you want.”
I nod hard. Words are impossible, but my omega is clawing at my insides with need. Wewantthis. We wanteverything.
Wyatt leans forward and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, pleasure rippling down my spine like an aftershock. Kai slows the pounding of his cock so Wyatt can reach lower. His fingers slide through the slick mess between my thighs, then scissor around Kai’s thick shaft as it drives deep. The friction sends lightning through both of us. Kai groans as his cock grinds against my g-spot, and I cry out.
Wyatt grins—I can feel it against my back—and brings his slick-coated fingers back to my other hole, rubbing slow circles.
