Page 109 of Pack Owned
“Come for me,” I purr.
The world narrows down to the shudders racking through Kayla’s body, the warmth of her collapsing against my chest. Her surrender ignites something within me, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Kayla...” I grasp her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, grounding me as much as they urge her closer, deeper. With each desperate pump, I’m lost in the sensation—the fierce, gripping swell of my knot locking inside her, claiming, binding.
A fusion of our bodies. The pulse in my groin throbs, stretching her, and her pussy clamps down on me in response.
If I could orgasm again just from this sensation, I would.
There’s a roaring in my ears, my heartbeat, while we remain locked together as I try to catch my breath. I feel like I’m melded with her, my knot buried within the core of her being. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I brush away a stray lock of hair clinging to her face, revealing those eyes—dark blue, hazy with lust.
The tension in my muscles eases as the tight hold of my knot gradually subsides, the swell diminishing.
I feel Kayla’s body shift, her slick warmth sliding away from mine and I already miss being inside her.
“Damn.” My hand trails along the curve of her hip, fingertips memorizing every dip and rise as if I could map her out and carry her with me always.
I glance up to find Ryker moving in beside her.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he touches her and she rolls toward him. His hands are possessive yet tender as they explore the softness of her breasts and the delicate skin of her body.
I force myself to sit up, muscles complaining with the effort. Every nerve ending screams for me to reclaim what’s mine, to sink back into her, but I know better. I need to drink something before the next round and we’ve no idea how long Kayla’s heat will last.
With shaky hands, I reach for the bottle of water from the supply I brought up when Kayla was sleeping earlier.
I take a long drink, feeling the liquid slide down my parched throat, quenching the thirst but not the desire.
Ryker is fucking Kayla and it’s exotic and hot as fucking hell, seeing her claw his back, hearing her little mewls of pleasure.
“Be ready for you soon,” I whisper.
Liam gives me a nod, taking a bottle for himself. “I can’t fucking believe she trusts us this much, to go into heat already.”
I lift my water bottle in a salute. “You knew she was ours when you first saw her.”
“Yeah.” He gulps his water. “Just can’t believe how perfect she is for us.”
We both look back at Ryker fucking Kayla. He’s got one of her legs up over his shoulder and thrusting in and out of her hard and fast.
The thought of being inside her again, of pounding into her until all she knows is my name, drives me forward. It is potent…this needs to be inside her.
As if sensing my feelings, she turns to look at me, her eyes still glazed with lust and I know she’s getting off on seeing me and Liam watching her getting fucked by Ryker.
Ryker
The heat of her body is a goddamn furnace, and I can’t get enough. My cock drives into her. Kayla’s beneath me, her hands clawing down my back with a desperation that’s nearly animal. She’s lost in it, the heat, the climax, and she doesn’t even fucking know how her nails are branding me like I’m hers to mark.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I grunt, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me. Her scent—vanilla and jasmine—is heavy in my nostrils, a drug that punches right through me. It’s moreintoxicating than any bottle I’ve ever thrown back, and I’m downing it, drowning in it.
I lean down, my lips crashing against hers in a kiss that’s all hunger. It’s a mess of need, but damn if it isn’t the realest thing I’ve ever felt.
Pulling away, I trail my mouth down her throat, nipping at the sweat-slicked skin there before reaching her breast. My tongue flicks over her nipple, tasting salt and pure, unadulterated desire.
“Ryker...” she gasps out.
I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking hard even as I keep driving into her, relentlessly.
She arches her back and the way she moves with me, against me, like we’re matching parts.
