Page 72 of Pack Plus Three

How much things could change in a few short months.

Devon sat next to me, his legs kicked up and his arm wrapped around me as I nestled into his chest. We had gotten through the first episode, but the entire time, my focus had been shifting to the alpha under me.

I was needy. I knew I was needy. I knew I wanted release, but I also really wanted to enjoy spending time with him. While Jeremy could be intense, Devon had an ease to his existence. He was like the human version of camomile, just relaxing and easy to be around.

His hands on me, though, started to light a fire in my chest. Halfway through the episode, I started shifting around. Devon had asked if I was uncomfortable because of the baby, but in reality, I was desperate, trying to seek some friction. Slick was pooling between my legs, and there was no way Devon couldn’t smell it.

As the second episode started to play, I lunged forward, grabbing the remote and pausing the TV.

“Is everything okay? Devon asked with a frown.

“If I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode,” I admitted breathlessly with a whine.

His eyes lit up. “Do you still want me to help?”

Instead of answering, I lurched forward, clutching him by the neck and crashing my lips to his. It was a clumsy attempt, but it got his attention. His arms flew to my shoulders, trailing up to my neck, holding my head in place as he quickly took over the kiss, his mouth commanding mine.

“Swear to god, you smelled so fucking good throughout that entire episode,” he growled against my lips. “I wanted to take things slow, give you time.”

“We can do slow next time,” I said, my hands scrambling to find the hem of his shirt. “Right now, I want you naked.”

“Your wish is my command.” He chuckled, reaching down and ripping his shirt over his head, his lips vanishing from mine for a second as the fabric got in our way. I’d been leaning over him as I’d kissed him, and once his shirt was off, I took the opportunity to pay attention to his smooth expanse of chest. There wasn't a hair in sight as I slowly kissed my way down. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I wanted to taste every inch of him too.

“Your turn,” he said in a gravelly voice.

Just like he didn't need to be told twice, neither did I. Ripping the jersey over my head, I threw it into the corner of the room. Devon's eyes were firmly on my cleavage, wide with wonder.

“Holy shit, you've got amazing tits,” he said with a groan. “But as stunning as that bra looks, I can't decide if it should stay or go,” he admitted, looking torn.

“You can decide later, but for now, these need to come off,” I instructed, plucking at the button of his jeans.

“Impatient omega,” he tutted.

“Needy omega,” I countered. “If you're not up for the task, I'm happy to go and play with some toys and leave you to your own devices.”

Devon's eyes darkened at my words, his grip on my neck and hip tightening. Before, the idea of an alpha holding me so tightly had been semi terrifying. Now it was just a turn on. I had that effect on him. No one else. Just me. Devon was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole, and I was looking forward to every second of it.

“Are you sure you don't want to take things slowly?” he asked.

“If your cock is in me in the next five seconds, I would be a very happy omega,” I grumbled, tugging at his jeans.

Devon growled. “Fuck it, time for foreplay later!” Launching himself off the couch, he sank to his knees at the edge, dragging my legs so I was splayed before him in my leggings. He roughly pulled down the fabric, and it fell away from my body with ease.

“No underwear?” he growled.

“It had seemed unnecessary. If I’d known I was going to get turned on in a public place, I would have rethought that decision.”

“I can't wait to tell Jeremy that you watched his entire hockey game with no underwear on.” He smirked. “Why don't you do that for every game? It will drive him insane.”

“As long as it's the good kind of insane, where he fucks me after, I am more than happy to oblige.” My laugh cut off as Devon's hands went to his waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his cock bobbing free. The tip glistened with precum, and I resisted the urge to lean forward and lick it—did it taste as good as he smelled? Sweet and spicy, warm and delicious?

“You’re fucking drenched.” Devon hummed happily as he ran his fingers through my folds. “You definitely don't need any foreplay, no matter how fun it would be.”

“Good, because I want you to fuck me,” I whined.

There had been a time in my life when I would have loved a slow, relaxing fuck. Now was not that time. Thanks to my hormones, I constantly felt like I was on the verge of heat, and there was no way to satisfy it. I had done plenty of reading and it wasn't going to last.

Everything would settle down as soon as I gave birth. On the flip side, about two to three months after I give birth, I would go through the mother of all heats. It was my omega biology insisting that I get pregnant again right after giving birth by giving me a super long heat that would be nearly impossible to satisfy. My thoughts about my impending extra-long heat were quickly quieted when Devon’s hands landed on my hips, pulling me forward, so my pussy was splayed open before him.

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