Page 94 of Pack Owned
I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest.
Then Kayla’s scent wraps around me, sweet and ripe. In heat, no mistaking it. Lush curves just begging for my hands, my mouth.
But she’s ours now. All ours, to worship and protect and claim. No more sleeping alone. No more looking over her shoulder, jumping at shadows. She’s safe with us.
Time to show our Omega just what that means.
“Hey, Liam,” she whispers, so timid and tentative. I look down at her, my heart thudding in my chest. She sits up, crawling toward me on all fours. My cock twitches in my pajama pants, hardening by the second.
“I’m... I’m thirsty,” she says, licking her lips.
“I can make you some coffee,” I manage, voice gruff with need.
She giggles, a sweet sound that burrows under my skin, and she shifts closer to me. “Isn’t that one of the... terms?” Her plump, pink lips are so damn inviting. “For oral sex?”
“Fuck, Kayla,” I say, but I can’t keep the amusement out of my voice. Who knew our shy Omega had such a naughty streak? “Yeah, it can be.”
Her hands tremble as she yanks down my pajama pants, and my cock springs free, hard as a damn rock. She licks her lips, darkening her already glossy lips.
Her tongue darts out, tracing the sensitive head of my cock, and I nearly lose it right there. I clench my fists, steadying myself as she takes me deeper, inch by inch. Then, ever so slowly, her soft, supple mouth engulfs me, taking me inch by inch. I bite back a groan, my fists clenching.
I’m a fucking goner.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I moan, drawn from my dirty thoughts. “That feels... so damn good.”
She moans in response, her warmth engulfing me, her tongue teasing my head. I can’t take it anymore. My fists tighten as I thrust forward, just a little. Her eyes fly open, but she doesn’t pull away. No, she fucking moans louder, taking me even deeper.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Kayla,” I grunt, my voice barely recognizable as my own. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Her response is nothing but a muffled moan around my cock, but I don’t fucking care. I thread my fingers through her silky hair, guiding her how I like it. Harder. Faster. “Oh, fuck, yes, just like that.”
Her eyes widen, her delicate throat bobbing as she swallows hard. “Liam,” she whispers, her voice quivering with anticipation.
I nod, my heart thumping in my chest, hands itching to touch her again. There’s a smoldering look in her eyes as she lowers herself to her knees, right in front of me, which has my cock twitching, desperate for her attention.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hips bucking instinctively. She moans around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my entire body. I can’t help but thrust into her mouth, but shedoesn’t seem to mind, encouraging me with her hands and soft whimpers.
Then, I feel it. That perfect moment when she takes me all the way in, her lips pressed against my base, her eyes locked on mine and watering. I let out a guttural growl, my fingers weaving through her hair, holding her in place.
But I don’t want to overwhelm her. I let her set the pace, her head bobbing up and down, her hands exploring my body. I’m in fucking heaven, and I never want this to end.
As she gains more confidence, she sucks me harder, faster, her mouth a warm, wet paradise. I can feel my climax building, my balls tightening, but I won’t come yet. Not until I sink fucking into her delicious pussy.
Dane throws his pillow off and groans, “Fuck. Kayla, you’re in full-blown heat.” His eyes are glued to where our Omega is taking me deep into her mouth, her hands gripping my hips for support.
I watch as Dane shifts himself, stroking his length while licking and sucking on Kayla’s clit. She whimpers, pushing back against him, seeking more contact. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My balls are tightening, ready to explode. I grab Kayla’s head gently, pulling out before thrusting in again. She moans louder, her body jerking to meet both of us. Her scent is driving me wild, wrapping around my cock and squeezing.
“More,” she pleads, looking up at me with pain and lust swirling in her dark blue eyes. “Please.”
Dane lifts his head, grinning wolfishly. “You heard our Omega,” he says, his voice husky with desire. He moves away from Kayla, who starts to crawl toward the pillows, probably intending to lie down.
But I have other plans.
Gripping her hips, I haul her back into the hands-and-knees position. She gasps but doesn’t resist. Running a finger through her slick folds, I feel how drenched she is. “Can we try like this, Kayla?” I ask, my voice gruff. “I think you’ll like it, but we can stop and change any time you want.”
