Page 65 of Mated By the Pack
“Good. Don’t worry about begging for your next orgasm,” Jace says. “Come as many times as you can.”
“Save a couple for me,” Gideon grumbles.
“And plenty more for me. I’m far from done with you,” Knox adds, gently kissing my cheek before completely giving me over to Jace.
Jace drives into me with a ferocity that steals my breath. It’s not as rough as Knox, but it’s a little harsher. Untamed roughness, compared to Knox, who was intentional with it. I’m still trembling, my muscles aching from every drop Knox wrung out of me. Yet my body is ready for more. It reacts to Jace, my hips trying to push back against him, even though I’m unable to move.
“This feels like home,” Jace mutters. “There’s no doubt you’re our mate.”
Jace’s hands dig into my hips, holding on tight as he drives his cock into me. Over and over. Most of the thrusts hard enough to keep me on the edge of a gasp, unable to draw my next breath without struggling for it.
“Rut her, brother,” Gideon encourages. “We’ll put a baby in her belly before Caleb and Vance even get her scent.”
The sounds—our skin, the growl in Jace’s throat, the way my breath catches and breaks—fill the clearing. I can’t speak. Can barely think. My thoughts are all blurry, like trying to imagine the faces in an old memory. But my body knows what it wants. I lean into the rhythm the best I can, letting the vines brace me while I surrender to the need coursing through my veins.
“Jace!” I cry out, my voice cracking. “It feels good… don’t stop!”
Jace changes his angle, a hand sliding around to my clit. He strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs with his rough, callused finger while he drives his cock into my aching pussy.
“I’m not going to stop until you drain me, Calla,” he grunts into my ear. “And even when I’m drained, it’ll only be a matter of time before I’m inside you again.”
His words. His finger. His hard, steady thrusts. They merge together in a symphony of bliss I can’t fight. I come hard, shuddering and shaking with a rush of pleasure. But Jace isn’t done. He keeps slamming into me, making the orgasm peak higher, until I’m drenched in another one.
Then another.
His grip tightens and his breathing gets ragged. Needy. Hungry. Enough to make my body erupt again. Then I feel him throb. He’s close—close to handing me over to Gideon.
“I’m going to fill you,” he groans, hammering his dick deep and holding it there as his seed floods into me.
“Yes, Jace,” I gasp. “Yes, I want it.”
He stays there for a moment, buried deep, chest heaving, even after I can tell he’s drained. A few shudders make my pussy clench before he slowly pulls out. I’m so full—but the emptiness leaves an ache.
“And now you’re mine,” Gideon growls, nudging Jace out of the way as he takes his place behind me. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
He’s slower than his brothers. He traces the curve of my hips. His hands slide under my belly and cup my breasts, toying with my nipples as they pebble against his fingers. Soft, almost sensual, like he’s not rushing things tonight.
He teases and touches before his lips press to the back of my neck. His hot breath radiates across my skin before he leaves a gentle kiss there. Then he slides into me. Gently, but with purpose, his thickness filling me up again.
“You feel like you were made for me,” Gideon rasps. “For all of my brothers. Our perfect mate, after so, so fucking long.”
I want to speak, but all I can do is feel. His rhythm building. His firm control. His movements are fluid and steady, causing my pussy to tighten around him, already aching for my next release. But aching for his, even more.
The pressure doesn’t rush to the surface. My body doesn’t scream with a wild need. I just linger there, enjoying the sensual way he takes me. Time loses all meaning. All I know is pleasure.
“I could do this all night and never get enough,” Gideon murmurs. “But my brothers are already getting antsy.”
I can hear it, too. Low growls. Needy whimpers. Knox, pacing like he’s tired of waiting for his next turn. The pacing stops when Gideon’s thrusts speed up. From soft and sensual to hard and fast. Enough to make the pressure leap past the surface in an instant.
“Gideon!” I cry out, gasping for air.
The orgasm slams into me, raw and all-consuming. It was teased too long and now it’s ferocious. It feels like everything inside me shatters into a chain of orgasms I couldn’t stop if Knox threatened to give me a hundred lashes with the switch. My body convulses, twitches, and if the vines weren’t holding me in place, I’d be in the dirt, still taking Gideon’s cock.
“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard,” Gideon roars, his length throbbing.
Gideon holds me tight as he comes. His essence spills into me, feeling hotter and heavier than his brothers. I come several more times, each one leaving an ache, until both of us are spent. His heavy frame leans against me, kissing and touching, before he pulls away.
