Page 38 of Claimed By the Alpha Pack

Grace’s nostrils flair, and we can hear the deep inhale of breath that she takes before scooting closer to Barrett. Pressing her nose to his chest, a smile creeps across her lips as she creeps up his body. “Cutie…” Her voice is nothing short of a growl.

“Ye … yes… Gracie?” Barrett’s nerves get the best of him as he threads his fingers through her hair.

“Roll over…” She nudges him with her forehead then climbs on top of him sitting over his groin.

“Mhmmm … someone is excited to see me…” Grace looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with me. “We have company Cutie…”

Before I can react, Grace reaches out and grips my shirt, pulling me to her. Her lips crash against mine as she attacks my lips with a new found aggression. As she kisses me, I can feel her moving on Barrett, making our Omega whine. A grin crosses her lips as she breaks the kiss.

“Kiss him…” she states as she points to Barrett.

Blinking, I stare down at Barrett. “She’s our mate and Luna. I wouldn’t piss her off.” Giggling, Barrett moans as she grinds down on his length harder.

Moving to lie beside Barrett, I reach out and caress his cheek before pressing my lips to his. He reaches for me and I respond in kind, kissing him harder, stroking his lips with my tongue until his mouth opens.

Moaning openly, we paw at each other and his hand slides down my body until the back of his hand glides over my erection.

“Good boys…” Gracie’s breathless tone knocks me back to reality. There’s that gleam in her eye again and I watch the tips of her fingers become claws.

Glancing down at her own hand, her eyebrows raise. “That’s convenient.” She drops the clawed hand to Barrett’s chest, shredding the shirt from his body.

Wide eyed, he looks from Grace to me, then back up at our mate. Apparently, the awakened Grace is feisty. She freaking smirks at the two of us as she slides off of Barrett and starts slicing away his pants and boxers. I’m not sure what’s hotter than the fact I have the front-row seat, or she’s taking control of everything.

“You’re overdressed Conrad.” Her tone holds a bit of an Alpha bark to it and I respond without thinking about it.Her eyes follow every movement of my hands as I undress. It’s hot as fuck to know I have her undivided attention. As the last article of clothing hits the floor, a wicked grin plays upon her lips.

“Mhmmm, much better.. Be a dear and give Barrett something to suck on while I get undressed.” Grace’s tone is smooth as silk as it slides off her tongue.

Scooting forward, I dab my cock against Barrett’s plump silken lips. I am thanking the gods now that I agreed to take him for the lips fillers he wanted. Sliding into the heat of his mouth is like coming home every time. His hand comes up and grips my knot, giving it a slight squeeze as I slowly fuck his mouth.

Grace’s body has changed. Her soft form is streamlined in all the right places, yet soft where it’s needed most. She climbs upon Barrett like a conquering Queen and sinks to the hilt, taking him in one swift movement. The instant their bodies become one, I feel the pulse move through the bond. His life force has joined with the rest of ours and everything is right in the world.

My eyes slide over Grace’s body as she bounces upon Barrett’s length. Each bounce not only jiggles her breasts but also that fine ass of hers. I swear I have died and gone to heaven. My cock is in Barrett’s mouth, fucking him slow while he sucks me off. Then a brilliant idea crosses my mind and I take my dick away. Sliding off the bed, I grip Barrett’s thighs and slide him and Grace to the edge of the bed. I reach into the dresser near the bed and grab the lube.

Barrett figures out what I’m getting ready to do and wraps his legs around my waistline. I take the thicker of the lubes and massage his rosette. “If it’s ok with you Barrett. I’d like to fuck your ass while our mate fucks your cock…”

“Gods yes! Do it Conrad. I want to feel you both.” His whine almost drives me insane and my drive to stop his whining almost over rules reason.

My fingers deftly loosen him up, preparing him for me. Finger fucking him is almost like second nature for us. When I am a hundred percent sure he’s loose enough for me, I press my length into him. The second my cock is seated deep in him, I damn near explode. The feelings coupled with the view I am almost at sensory overload.

I can’t hold back anymore and I thrust deep into him, almost sinking my knot on the first thrust. He bucks his hips up, almost knocking Grace off balance. She moans loudly as I lean forward and run my canines over her shoulder, threatening to bite her. Then it dawns on me. I need to bite her.

“Grace…” Nipping at her skin over her shoulder. “This spot is mine.”

“Yes, all yours Con, bite me.. Make me yours!” She screams as her orgasm rips through her.

Instincts are a bitch at times. I thrust forward, sinking my knot deep in Barrett as I sink my teeth into Grace’s shoulder. She’s moaning. Barrett is cursing like a sailor as his muscles pulse around me. His orgasm spurs mine on and I erupt deep within him. My thrusts stutter as I am flooded with feelings and emotions that are not mine.

Carefully, I release Grace’s shoulder and lick the wounds. No sooner did I stop licking her than she lunges forward and bites Barrett on the chest. He holds her tightly to him as his hands caress her back in a soothing pattern. Eventually, my knot deflates and I carefully slide free from Barrett.

Grace cleans up Barrett’s wound, then looks at me expectantly. Her eyes glow faintly as she watches every movement made. When I have Barrett cleaned up, he sits near Grace and I. “Are you going to bite him?” Barrett questions Grace.

“Of course I am.” She scoots closer to me and runs her hand over my chest.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I bend down towards her, giving her access to my shoulder. My flesh has remained unmarked, waiting for my mate to sink her teeth into my skin. Waiting for the day that I become one with my fated mate. I’ve dreamed of this day since I was younger. The night that Barrett and I discovered that little Gracie Michaels was meant to be ours.

Her hot breath washes over my skin as her lips caress my flesh. There’s a sharp inhale of breath before I feel the tips of her canines raking over my skin. Her tongue laves over my shoulder as if cleaning the spot before she bites. Her hands stroke my sides as she presses her bare chest against me. Pressure and burning seem to overtake my senses. A deep rumble emanates in her chest and I can feel it deep in my soul. Her canines sink in and I finally feel whole.

She holds me in place while I run my hands up and down her back slowly. Barrett creeps slowly up the bed, needing to mark her as well. He chooses a spot over her shoulder blade and sinks his teeth in.

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