Page 105 of Pack Owned
“Good girl,” Liam purrs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. He thinks he’s got me under control.Ha.
“You need to eat too.” Dane’s gruff tone echoes in my ears.
“Definitely,” I agree, voice thick with innuendo as I get onto my knees and crawl toward him. I’m all about satisfying appetites right now, just maybe not the kind he means.
Dane’s already hard again, his cock jutting out like it’s got its own agenda.
I flash him a wicked grin before dipping my head down. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salty tang of his skin, and I savor the sharp intake of breath that hisses from between his clenched teeth. Encouraged, I take him deeper, my mouth hot and eager.
“Fuck, Kayla...” Dane groans, fingers threading through my hair, guiding me with a firm yet gentle insistence.
I draw him in, sucking, licking. Each moan that vibrates against my lips sends a thrill spiraling down my spine.
Liam and Ryker are watching us, their gazes heavy with lust, but right now, it’s all about Dane and the power I have over him. It’s about taking what I want, and right now, what I want is to drive him wild.
“God, yes...” Dane’s hips buck and I can tell he’s close. I double my efforts, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure I can from him.
Because this is my heat, my rules, and I’m going to revel in every damn second of it.
God, I’m a live wire, all my senses dialed up to eleven. Dane’s essence hits the back of my throat, and I swallow without hesitation; it’s instinctual, like breathing.
The saltiness lingers on my taste buds, a reminder of the primal act I’m wholly submerged in. My body hums with satisfaction, but it’s a drop in the ocean compared to the tsunami of need still raging within me.
I pivot towards Ryker, eyes heavy-lidded and expectant, but he halts me with a smirk playing on his lips. “Save that,” he says, his voice rough like gravel. “I’ll go have a quick shower and then you can do whatever you like.”
I frown, the frustration knotting in my belly, but before I can protest, Liam steps into my line of sight, the scent of him—earthy and raw—blanketing me.
“You can have my cock wherever and however you want it, kitten.”
“Yes, please.” I kneel before him, a fire blazing through my veins. My tongue glides over the length of him, savoring the heat and hardness, the way he twitches beneath my touch.
Slowly, I take him into my mouth, confidence blossoming with each movement, each sound he makes. This is power—the power to unravel someone piece by piece until only desire remains is heady and I feel like I’m drunk or something.
“Shit, shit, shit. Kayla” Liam grunts, hands finding their way to my hair, not pushing or pulling, just feeling.
I focus on the task at hand, on the pulse of him against my lips, the slickness that eases the way I draw him deeper within.Each guttural moan from Liam fans the flames inside me, every inch of my skin alive with the need for more.
My world narrows down to the delicious ache building low in my belly. There’s no room for doubt or fear, just this moment, this hunger, this insatiable craving that claws at my insides, demanding fulfillment.
“Yes, fuck, yes...” Liam’s words slip out between clenched teeth, his control teetering on the edge as much as mine.
I’m on my knees, Liam’s taste fierce on my tongue, when Dane sidles up behind me. There’s no gentleness as his fingers skate over my slick heat, stoking the fire that’s blazed within me since this heat hit. My body reacts, ass arching toward him without needing a single thought.
A low chuckle rumbles from Dane’s chest, deep and knowing.
“Want something, Kayla?” His voice is teasing, taunting, but I can’t find the breath to answer. Plus Liam’s cock is thrusting down my throat and my eyes are watering.
So instead, I push back against Dane, silently begging. He doesn’t make me wait, his thick cock pressing at my entrance, relentless and sure. With one strong thrust, he’s in, filling me up, stretching me deliciously tight. I moan, muffled by Liam’s length still lodged in my mouth.
Heat suffuses my skin, nerve endings screaming as Dane sets a pace that’s both punishing and perfect. My inner walls clench around him, every stroke pushing me closer to oblivion.
Liam groans above me, his fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it, kitten.”
I double down, hollowing my cheeks, drawing him deeper. It’s carnal, the slick sounds of our bodies colliding.
My senses are drowning in the musk of sex, the tangy taste of Liam, the sound of our combined grunts and gasps.
The world outside my nest, this tangle of limbs and need, might as well not exist. I’m lost in the immediacy of sensation, the primal urge to take and be taken.
