Page 104 of Pack Owned
The heat is relentless, and my skin is slick with sweat. I’m gasping, but I can’t get enough air—can’t get enough of anything.
“Move,” I whimper, and Ryker doesn’t need telling twice; he begins to thrust, each movement sparking little detonations deep within me. The sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room, a dirty symphony that’s music to my ears.
Liam joins in, pounding my sex, as both of them fill me, stuff me.
“God, yes,” I groan, muscles clenching around both him and Liam. The pressure builds until it feels like I’m going to burst into flames.
“Kayla,” Liam grunts beneath me, his grip on my hips bruising—but it’s perfect, grounding me as much as it stokes the fire. He moves with me, and I ride the wave, pushing back onto Ryker’s cock with abandon while sinking down onto Liam’s.
I’m close, so damn close. I can feel the climax barreling toward me, an unstoppable force that’s going to sweep me away.
And when it hits, it’s like an explosion inside me. I cry out, shuddering and shaking as pleasure consumes me whole.
Liam comes with a yell, his body tensing and then releasing beneath me.
“Fuck,” Liam says, and I lean down and kiss him.
“My turn,” Dane says, and we’re moving, shifting positions before I’ve even caught my breath.
Ryker pulls out so I can wiggle off Liam, then Dane scoots underneath me.
“Fuck, Dane—” That’s all I manage before he’s sliding home where Liam just was, filling me with a new heat, a different shape. I bite down on my lip, tasting blood, as the sensation of fullness ratchets up another notch.
“Like that?” Dane’s voice is rough, the sound vibrating through me.
“More,” I insist, because it’s never enough—can’t be enough with the inferno raging inside me. Dane complies, setting a pace that makes my vision blur at the edges.
Ryker plows back into my ass. With a gasp, I feel myself stretched to accommodate him, my ass throbbing in both pleasure and pain. Every vein, every ridge of his cock is hitting a spot deep inside me. Muscles clench around him as shockwaves of pleasure shot through my body.
“Take it, Kayla,” he commands, and I do—I take everything they give me, every last inch, every last touch because this is what I need. What I crave.
Heat coils in my veins like a live wire, my body a tight coil of need that thrums with every heartbeat. Liam’s fingers tease my nipples into hard peaks and I can barely catch a gasp before it turns into a moan. His touch awakens something sinful within me, sending my senses into overdrive.
“God, yes,” I say as Ryker’s rhythm grows more relentless from behind, his cock driving into me harder and harder.Each thrust sends shockwaves up my spine, tingles erupting beneath my skin until I’m nothing but a quivering mass of pure sensation.
“Fuck,” Ryker growls, his hands gripping my hips like he might break me apart. But I don’t care—if it means feeling this pleasure fracture through me over and over again.
Another climax claws its way up from the depths. It’s raw, it’s primal, and it’s all-consuming. My scream rips from my lips as ecstasy detonates inside me, my inner walls clenching around Dane while Ryker finishes with a rough push that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.
Then Ryker pulls out, collapsing beside me.
“All mine now,” Dane says, a feral note in his voice as he takes over, pounding into me with a force that has my teeth clattering. His fingers find my clit, unyielding, and I’m spiraling again, chasing down that bliss like it’s the air I need to breathe.
“Please,” my voice is a ragged whisper, barely recognizable as he works me over, pushing me toward the edge once more. The room spins, the scent of sex thick in the air, laced with the intoxicating mix of vanilla and jasmine—my scent mingled with theirs. The universe narrows to just this: Dane, Ryker, Liam, and the searing pleasure they coax from my body.
“Kayla, come for me,” Dane urges, and I shudder under the command, teetering on the brink. And then I’m falling, tumbling headlong into another orgasm that wracks my frame, tearing a strangled cry from deep within my chest.
“Fuck!” Dane’s curse is a victorious sound as he follows me over the edge, spilling hot and deep inside me.
Breathless, spent, I collapse, the aftershocks still rippling through me. I’m a mess, slick with sweat and marked by their touch, but in this moment, I’ve never felt more alive.
I sprawl across the sheets, every nerve ending in my body still singing from the relentless pleasure. My skin is damp withsweat, and the air in the room feels like it’s charged with electricity. Just breathing feels like an effort, but it’s Liam’s voice that cuts through the haze of satisfaction clouding my brain.
“Kayla,” he says, pressing a water bottle into my hand. “You’re heat’s just starting, you gotta drink so you don’t become dehydrated.”
I roll my eyes because, honestly, water is the last thing on my mind. I’m burning up, sure, but not for H2O.
The need coursing through me isn’t quenched by anything as mundane as water. But Liam’s gaze is insistent, and there’s a stubborn set to his jaw that tells me arguing is pointless. So I tilt the bottle to my lips, gulping down half of it in one go.
