Page 31 of Claimed By the Alpha Pack

“I yield!” Andrea’s voice echoes in the house.

Laughing, I stand and kiss mom on the cheek before heading over to the couch. “What do we have here?” Leaning over, I find Grace straddling Andrea.

“Not much, Con…” Grace rises up on her knees and wraps her arms around my neck.

Banding my arms around her middle, I scoop her up off of Andrea. Grace the little minx wraps her legs around my waist and rolls her hips. To add to my torture, she bites my shoulder, giving me a playful growl. “Sweetness, you’re playing with fire…” Straining, my voice wavers as my fingertips dig into her hips.

“I know.” Her sultry tone wraps around my cock. I feel it straining against the fabric barely contained by the slacks I wore. She rolls her hips again and I stifle a groan, trying not to thrust up against her.

“I want you, Con.”

Grace’s whine in my ear sets off my primal instinct to want to take care of her. To obey her desires immediately. Glancing over my shoulder, my mother smirks at me as I take off down the hallway towards the guest room. Using my foot, I push the door the rest of the way open and then kick the door shut. Grace rips at my button-down shirt I have on, sending buttons flying.

Shoving the shirt down my arms, Grace smiles at me then leans back, pulling at her shirt. My grip on her ass tightens as she tries to balance herself by taking her shirt off. Spinning us I pin her to the wall using my hips. My hands roam her curves, appreciating every inch of her body. She’s a mother and a woman in every way possible.

Dipping my head, I suck the top of her breast into my mouth and grind my length against her heat. Soft moans fill my ears as her hands come forward to caress my neck. Velvet lips caress my shoulder and neck, making me release my grip on her breast. Grace is feeling the effects of the bond trying to even out between us. Her body knows on a biological level she has three other mates outside of Ethan.

Turning us, I head towards the bed and plop her onto the mattress. Giggling, Grace scrambles onto her hands and knees, staring up at me. Reaching down, I grip my length through my slacks and I feel the initial pulse and hungry throb. My tone holds more of a growl to it than usual. The visible shiver that runs through her is exciting. My girl is so switched on she may burst at any moment.

My hands drift to the belt holding my slacks in place as I tease Grace with my slow movements. Drawing out the belt, I drop it to the floor. The silence in the room makes its impact sound louder than it is. Grace’s eyes are focused solely on the ridge of my cock behind the briefs I’m wearing. “Like what you see, sweetness?” Running my fingers along the elastic of my underwear, I watch her gasp as I slowly lower them.

“I’d like them better on the floor, to be honest.”

Her response makes me pause in my movements before letting them fall to the floor.

“Oh my God Con…”

Wide eyed, she stares at my cock and I’m not sure if her statement is a good thing or not. Reaching down, I give my length several strokes until pre-cum rolls over my fingers. Stretching my hand out, I offer her a taste of my desire. Without skipping a beat, Grace sucks my bent knuckle into her mouth and my knees want to buckle. Her mouth feels like heaven and if it’s like this with my finger, I can only imagine what it would be like for my cock.

Grace must have translated the look on my face as her greedy eyes drop to my cock. Releasing my finger, her mouth envelopes my length, sucking it to the back of her throat. My knot sits against her lips before her hands reach up and give it a squeeze. Lights burst before my eyes as she tightens her grip and bobs her head long my shaft.

The slurping and squeezing is going to send me over the edge before I get the chance to enjoy her hot depths. Perfection is how her mouth feels to me, absolute perfection. “Sweetness, we gotta stop … I want my first time with you to be in you, fucking you senseless. Not down your throat.”

Grace pulls back with a popping sound as her heavenly mouth releases my length. She spins and drops to her hands and knees, presenting her beautiful heart-shaped bottom and glistening, dripping wet folds. My inner monster roars at me to claim our mate and seat my knot deep within her welcoming depths. One hand rests on her hip as the other teases my length up and down her folds, coating it in her juices.

Without warning, I surge forward, setting a hard and punishing pace. Every thrust rocks Grace forward, pushing her up the bed inch by inch. The slapping of skin against skin makes me growl as I feel the first quivers of her silken sheath. Yanking back hard on her hips, I sink my knot deep within her and I experience one of the strongest orgasms of my life. Every inch of my body feels electric.

Grace’s depths crush down around my shaft, milking me for all I’m worth. I swear if I die seated deep within my mate, I will die a happy man. Leaning forward, I rest my stomach over her back and wrap my arms around her, falling to the side, taking her with me. Instinct drives me to bite her shoulder and hold her in place.

My teeth grip her fragile human flesh as I slide my cock slightly within her. A soft cry escapes her lips as she grips my arms. Our movements slow and eventually stop as we hold on to each other. I must have nodded off at some point in the afterglow. All I know is when I wake up I have not only Grace’s head on my chest but Barretts as well. Fear roots its way deep within my chest as I try to figure out how to explain our relationship with Barrett.

Grace stirs and panic rises in my chest. How do I explain this? How do I tell her we ALL have sex with Barrett?

“Shhh…” Escapes Grace’s lips as she snuggles in closer. Reflexively, she strokes my chest in a steady pattern, trying to soothe my nerves.

“She’s perfect.” Barrett whispers close to my ear as he watches Grace drift off back to sleep.

The door slowly opens and Ethan leans on the door frame looking at the three of us laying together. He’s battered and scratched up. Fresh claw and tooth marks litters his arms and shoulder.

The oddest thing happens next. Gracie whines in her sleep and her nose twitches. Ethan … She says through the bond. She shouldn’t be able to do that yet. She wasn’t bitten, nor was she turned.

Ethan tilts his head to the side and looks over at Grace and then me. Smirking, he motions to my hand. The finger Grace had pulled into her mouth had a cut on it. There’s a slight chance she drank some of my blood. It isn’t enough to do anything to her, but it’s enough to strengthen the bond.

She rolls onto her back and yawns and Ethan takes advantage of the opportunity and drips some of his blood from a cut into her mouth. Grace’s nose twitches, then she rolls closer to the edge of the bed, trying to get to Ethan. Without hesitation, he scoops up a very naked Grace and carries her out of the room. Barrett gives me that look and honestly, how can I say no to my Omega?

Chapter 22

Grace

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