Page 122 of Pack Owned
“Dane,” Ryker instructs, “Get us up into those clouds.”
“Roger that.” Dane moves to the cockpit and starts up the engines.
And I giggle, peeling off my jeans, then my T-shirt, until I’m standing there in nothing but matching black lace bra and thong.
“Hey, we’re still on the ground, kitten,” Liam grins, but he’s taking off his shirt too.
“So?” I shrug, “You don’t think you can last long enough to get airborne?”
“Who said anything about one and done?” Ryker unbuttons his shirt. “I plan on fucking you everywhere on this fucking jet...the cockpit, the seats, and in the shower.”
“Challenge accepted.” I stride up to them, running my hands up their sculpted chests.
Touching them sends a rush of heat through me, pooling lo
Liam chuckles, the sound low and dirty. “You’re eager,” he says huskily as his hands find my hips.
“Always.” My breath hitches as his thumbs hook into the lace at my sides.
Ryker leans in, his lips brushing mine. “Good,” he rasps. “Because once we’re up there—” He nods towards the ceiling, where the sky waits, an ocean of stars just beyond our reach. “—you’re ours.”
“Am I now?” The words come out as a taunt, but my heart beats against my ribs. Excitement. Anticipation. Fear. All tangled together in a delicious knot.
“Definitely,” Dane calls from the cockpit, his voice threaded with laughter. “Seatbelts until we hit cruising altitude, though.”
“Details,” I scoff, even as Liam’s hands slide to the small of my back, drawing me into the solid warmth of his body.
Ryker captures my chin, tilting my face up to meet his stormy gaze. “Every detail matters, Kayla,” he says before claiming my mouth with his, fierce and possessive.
The plane starts to move, a gentle rumble beneath our feet. We’re still on the runway, but it doesn’t matter. Not when every touch, every kiss, promises so much more than a simple flight.
Liam’s lips trail down my neck, sending shivers over my skin. “Airborne or not,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “We’ll make you soar.”
“All three of you already do.”
The word dissolves into a gasp as lips and teeth nip at my neck, shoulders, and back.
Liam hand guides mine to the waistband of his pants and his cock jumps at my touch.
“You’re our obsession. Our Omega.” Ryker growls, pressing against my back so I can feel just how much he wants me.
The plane accelerates, lurching forward as Ryker’s hands skate over my bare skin, mapping out every curve and dip as if he’s claiming me all over again. His scent—smoke and leather—swirls around us, intoxicating and potent.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, caught in a whirlwind of sensation as Liam frees himself. The sight alone sends a shot of heat straight to my core.
“Language,” Ryker teases, but there’s an edge to it, a dark promise.
“Like you’re one to talk.” My retort is breathless, punctuated by a moan as Liam steps closer, his hardness poking my thigh.
“Got you there,” Liam chimes in with a chuckle, his calloused hand sliding higher up my leg, teasing the edge of arousal.
Ryker fists my hair, pulling my head to the side toward him. His lips crush against mine again, swallowing my gasp as Dane announces from the cockpit, “Strap in for takeoff.”
Liam’s mouth traces a path along my collarbone.
“Best be ready, Kayla,” Ryker growls low in my ear, “because we’re just getting started.”
I’m burning up, wanting them inside me. But Liam takes his time, dipping down to my bra, freeing one breast then the other. Lavishing each in turn while Ryker strokes his fingers back and forth across my folds, but never slipping inside.
