Page 47 of Packed Up In Vegas

Everything about her was perfection. The way she bucked against our hands, the beautiful whimpers she made as we slowly overwhelmed her, the smooth warmth of her skin pressed against me.

Bit by bit, her nerves in the bond were silenced in favor of desire. At least I knew we could calm her this way. If she needed a break from all the shit of the last week, I was only too happy to provide that. Putting her into subspace like we had during the heat was probably too much for her while she was fragile, but we could still give her much better things to focus on.

I claimed her mouth for myself while Diego was busy at her throat. Her nerves prickled back through the bond, so I switched to her throat, immediately feeling her discomfort melt away as I sucked on the spot where I had left my bondmark. Maybe kissing me was an intimacy she still struggled with?

“Fuck me,” Diego groaned. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight.”

I already knew she was close with how much she was squirming, her hips rocking frantically, and her fingers digging into my arm.

With nothing to muffle her and nowhere to go as we played her body like a violin, Callie came with a cry that had me preening. I knew how to take care of my omega, to give her what she needed.

Diego and I traded places, her cunt swallowing up my fingers while he took over her clit.

“You’re so wet for us, little dove. Such a perfect omega coming for her alphas.”

Callie was already so primed it was easy to send her into a spiral where she broke apart in a cascade of pleasure, one orgasm after the other, as we both kept up a steady rhythm until she was whining and nudging at our hands.

“Too much.”

Diego pulled his hand away, dragging Callie into another kiss but this time no nerves bubbled up, only bliss. I eased my fingers out of her, enjoying the shudder that rolled through her.

I was hard as a rock next to her, but I wasn’t going to mention it and make her feel an ounce of pressure. Even so, her nerves wormed their way back to the bond.

“I don’t really know what to do with more than one person outside of a heat,” she confessed quietly.

“I can leave,” Diego offered.

Regret shot through the bond. “I don’t want you to leave. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“In fairness,” I said, nuzzling her cheek, “if you want any of us, you don’t have to have a clue what you’re doing. You might have noticed we have a fair bit of experience in our pack.”

Callie let out a nervous laugh. “I may have noticed that.”

“Whoever you want and whenever you want us is your choice. And it’s okay if your choice is no one right now. We’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves as needed.”

She pouted. “That’s very sweet but also unfair because I want about six billion different things.”

“Pick one of them. You can always change your mind later,” I insisted.

I hoped she would say she wanted me, but just because I wanted to sink into the heat of her body right now didn’t mean I couldn’t control myself otherwise.

“I don’t know how to word it and I don’t know how to make it not weird.”

“Try.”

Whatever she could possibly think of, we’d probably done it before. I couldn’t conceive of anything she would come up with that would be new territory for anyone in the pack.

Callie closed her eyes, refusing to look at either of us. “I don’t want Diego to go anywhere, but I don’t know if I’m up for both of you right now. It feels unfair to only ask for you.”

Diego chuckled softly and kissed her cheek. “That’s not unfair, precious. If you want me to stay while Kai fucks you, I can do that. We took turns during the heat and this is no different. If my turn comes days, weeks, or later, or even never, that’s okay. I would honestly rather stick my dick in a cactus than to have you only be with me because you were trying to be fair.”

Callie curled one hand around his cock, her cheeks so brightly pink I was surprised they didn’t start glowing. “No cactus. I like it right here.”

Diego hissed, groaning as she gave him a tentative stroke.

“How do you want me, little dove?”

“On top? I want to be squished.”

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