Page 103 of Pack Owned
I slink toward him, predatory despite my usual reserve, my body moving with a languid grace I didn’t know I possessed.
“Think you could put that down for me?” The words drip from my lips like honey, thick and sweet, laced with a promise. A promise I’m more than willing to keep.
“Anything you want,” he says without hesitation, his tone low and rough. It sends a shiver racing down my spine.
I crawl onto his lap, my hands exploring the expanse of his neck, feeling the thrum of his pulse beneath my lips as I kiss him there.
His touch ignites my skin, a blaze of sensation as his fingers trail fire down my sides. I gasp, the sound turning into a moan as I grind down against the hard outline of his erection. But our clothes, they’re just barriers—annoying, unnecessary layers. I need skin on skin, nothing between us.
With impatience, I tear away my own clothes, discarding them without care. Liam follows suit, his movements just as desperate, just as frenzied. Our bare flesh meets, and I can’t suppress the groan that escapes me. It’s raw, it’s primal, and damn, it’s exactly what this burning, aching body of mine craves.
There’s no space for thoughts, just the raw need pulsating through me. I shift, positioning myself above Liam, and in one smooth motion, I sink onto him.
“Fuck,” escapes me as a sigh of relief. His cock fills me completely, stretching me in the best possible way. The sensation of fullness is fucking amazing, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
The room’s air sticks to my sweaty skin as I begin to move, riding Liam with a desperation that shocks me.
His hands find my hips, urging me on, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring me onto him. Not like I’m going to leave anytime soon, but I like that he holds onto me like he doesn’t want to let me go.
I ride up and down on him, sensations building, but I want more.
I’m losing it, coming apart at the seams when my gaze lands on Ryker and then Dane.
“Please. More,” I plead in a ragged whisper torn from my throat, and I can’t recognize my own voice—can’t recognize this wild craving that’s taken hold of me.
Liam grunts beneath me, a sound that stokes the fire even higher. But it’s not enough. Not when there’s more heat to be had, more Alphas to quench this insatiable thirst inside me.
Beneath me, Liam fills me, each thrust a promise of relief that’s just out of reach. I’m riding him hard, desperate for something more, something fiercer, when Ryker steps up behind me.
“Need help there, sweetheart?” he growls, the scent of smoke and leather rolling off him in waves.
All I can do is nod. His fingers dip into where Liam and I are joined, coming away slick. He doesn’t waste any time coating his cock with my wetness, preparing himself to take me even further over the edge and I can’t wait.
“Please.” My hands press on Liam’s chest.
Dane’s hand cups my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple in a way that sparks another jolt of desire through me. His other hand wraps around his thick length, stroking slowly, deliberately. “Think you can handle all of us?”
Then Ryker’s blunt tip nudges against my ass, and I freeze, every muscle tensing.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck.
“Easy for you to say,” I shoot back, but there’s no bite to it—just an overwhelming need that has my body yielding, opening up for him.
Slowly he pushes inside, and it’s like being split open by liquid fire. I can barely breathe, the air is sucked right out of me as he stretches me, fills me to the brink. The sensation is raw, overwhelming—too much and yet not enough.
“Kayla?” Liam’s voice is strained beneath me, and I realize my movements have stilled.
“Yeah,” I force out a breath. “I’m—I’m okay.”
Dane tweaks my nipple and I moan, moving slightly and every nerve in my body is focused on these three alphas. That all of them are touching and filling me.
“Let me help you.” Liam strokes my clit, and I can’t keep myself from moving. Ryker deep inside my ass starts to pullout partially and push back in and I groan as pleasure ignites through my whole body.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain—or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, I’m dizzy with it, drunk on the dual sensations of being taken, claimed by two alphas at once.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Kayla,” Ryker praises, his tone laced with wicked satisfaction as he settles into a rhythm, driving into me with a possessive urgency that promises to shatter me apart. And damn if I don’t want to break into a million pieces under their touch.
I’m burning up from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for more as Ryker finally bottoms out inside me, all the way in, his thighs hitting the back of my legs. His cock fills my ass and finding spots in me I didn’t know existed.
