Page 88 of Pack Plus Three

Hands roamed over the globes of my ass as Devon took his time appreciating every curve.

“You can memorize my body later,” I grumbled.

“You’ve really got no patience, have you?” I could hear the smirk in Devon’s voice.

My reply was cut off when I felt the head of his cock gliding through my folds, teasing me.

My hips pushed back in anticipation, desperately seeking friction, but the asshole was taking his sweet time.

“Fuck me!” I growled. “Please,” I whined, my tone going from pissed to needy in a heartbeat.

“You know I can’t resist when you beg.” He pushed forwards in an agonizingly slow movement. Every inch stretched my walls, that delicious sensation of being full muddling my senses.

He stilled once his pubic bone was pressed against my ass, letting me adjust to his size. No matter how many times we did it, the alphas always felt huge.

I guess that really said something about the sperm donor.

“I don’t think I can go slow, flower,” Devon growled.

“When,” I panted, “did I ever ask you to go slow?”

A laugh escaped Devon. Without another word, he reared back so only the head of his cock was resting at my entrance. I wanted to sob with how the emptiness felt after being so full just a moment prior.

Thankfully, he didn't make me wait. It wasn’t as explosive as our previous times, but there was a slow, simmering intensity I was happy to drown myself in.

The room was filled with our moans and the sounds of Devon’s thrusts.

It didn’t take long for the telltale tightening of my abdomen to start.

“Fuck, I needed this,” I moaned, throwing my head back, closing my eyes and focusing on Devon’s hand on my waist, the feel of his hips slapping gently against my ass with each thrust.

My orgasm was approaching, and it was going to be a damn good one. All I could see in front of me was the headboard I was desperately clinging to. As Devon increased his thrusts, one of his hands came to rest on the headboard, not far from mine as he bent over me, taking what he and I both needed so desperately .

The moment my orgasm hit, my mind completely switched off. As if a deeper feral instinct had taken over me, and I was no longer in control of my own body, I lunged forward, my mouth closing around Devon's wrist and biting down. Hard.

Bite. Claim. Mine.

It was like a mantra in my head. Devon was mine.

My body convulsed with the intensity of my orgasm, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck!” Devon shouted. Leaning forward, his teeth latched on to the side of my neck Jeremy hadn’t marked, and he bit down, solidifying the bond as his cock throbbed with his own release.

“Alpha,” I whimpered happily as he gave a few shallow thrusts as we both came down from the high.

“You drenched the nest, flower,” Devon finally said in a strangled, worn-out voice.

“Worth it,” I declared happily, crawling out of the nest with shaky legs.

Still on his knees, Devon looked at me in amazement as he rubbed his chest. “This is bonkers, I can feel your contentment.” He smirked. “Clearly, I fucked you good.”

Rolling my eyes, I picked up a pillow and lightly threw it at him before leaning forward to kiss him. “Are you happy?” I asked, even though I could feel his elation through the bond.

“Ecstatic,” he replied. “This was a long time coming. You?”

“I feel amazing, but I think we both need a shower after that.”

I groaned as I waddled over to the bathroom, sated and sleepy.

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