Page 81 of Packed Up In Vegas

Her movements grew more frantic, the most delicious sounds escaping her as Diego kissed her.

Amir pried their heads apart and flipped the blanket back, bringing a gust of fresh air to us. “Before you get too lost in the sauce, tell us who you want to be involved in this.”

Callie blinked rapidly in the light like she was waking out of a dream. “Um, everyone?”

“Fair enough.” Amir tucked the blanket into the end of the nest so it was out of the way. “Quit hogging her.”

“Fuck you. I can hog her all I want. Both of you have fucked her since the heat and it’s my turn to give her some loving.”

“All three of you can fuck me if you get a move on,” Callie said, dragging Diego closer again.

Their mouths met once more and Callie tossed her leg over his hip, where Amir slid his palm up her calf. I couldn’t help but rock against her ass, tracing the curves of her body before carefully working her shirt off. Her sound of protest lasted only a moment before she was pressed up against Diego again.

Callie grew more frantic by the second, and I wasn’t sure if it was her own desire getting the better of her or if she was using the excuse of her response to us to bury her hurt from earlier. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, if that was what she was doing, but we could talk more later. All the tension and anxiety through the bond was muted by her desire.

The taste of her skin was sweet on my tongue. Her desire ricocheted in the bond, stoking mine that flowed back to her, a feedback loop cycling between us.

The three of us were so used to managing one omega between us that it was no hardship for us to tease Callie into a frenzy while Diego buried himself in her. Every sound she made was like a drug, and as much as I wanted to get my own cock into her, I could be patient. Diego propped her ankles on his shoulders to give us more space to work, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs. Her nipple puckered under my tongue and I nudged my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. Amir held her by the throat while he sucked diligently on her other nipple.

Callie broke so easily for us. Diego groaned as she cried out, his hips stuttering. I knew exactly what he would be feeling, the clench of her muscles around him that was enough to undo any man. He didn’t still or slow once she was breathing normally again, and Callie reached for Amir and me, her fingers locking in our hair as her eyes rolled back and she cried out again. All the worry and discomfort I had been feeling from her melted away, replaced entirely by desperate need.

It wouldn’t be difficult between all of us to keep her in this state, but then none of us would get anything done ever again.

A breathless chant of fuck, interspersed with each of our names in turn, was a symphony I never wanted to stop hearing. The next wave of pleasure that crashed over her finally dragged Diego along with her. The sharp arch of her back and the shift in her breathing was enough for me to know he had knotted her.

I dragged my tongue up her throat and whispered in her ear, “How do you feel about getting fucked everywhere else while Diego has you on his knot, little dove?”

Callie nodded frantically. “Please.”

We carefully rearranged the two of them until Diego was on his back and Callie was sprawled over him.

“Do you want it rough, princess?” Amir asked. “Or should we be more gentle?”

“I’ll take anything you want to give me. Shut my brain off. I don’t like it up there right now.”

Amir looked to me for guidance. I would be able to monitor her pretty easily to keep her safe, so it wouldn’t hurt to try giving her what she wanted. I nodded and Amir threaded his fingers through her hair. I picked out a bottle of lube I had stashed in her bedside table and got to work on easing her ass open to me. She squirmed and moaned as I worked in one finger, then another, rotating carefully, but there was no sign of pain through the bond, as if her body was just waiting for us.

The first glide into her was slow, testing to make sure everything was slick enough and nothing was hurting her.

“More,” she demanded.

The whine out of her when I fucked in next was absolute perfection. The one after that was muffled as she got her mouth on Amir and the two of us rode her from end to end while she was trapped on Diego’s knot.

It was so hard to focus between the hot, slick glide of her body and everything that was projected to me through the bond. Overwhelming pleasure and desire turned my brain into mush and I kept a firm grip on her hips to keep myself steady.

It was the first time we had all gotten to be with her since the heat, and while the actions were similar, the circumstances couldn’t be more different. I didn’t have to pay an ounce of attention to an audience, focusing only on my omega, who was so keyed up she couldn’t even manage to beg. Her own need blended with mine, simmering in my blood. She needed us, and fuck if I wasn’t going to give her everything she asked for.

Watching Callie fall apart was fascinating. Watching my pack ruin her while she squeezed the life out of my knot was transcendent. My omega was draped across me, getting fucked in every hole, and her scent was the sweetest I’d ever smelled it. I could get drunk on it. Tart, sweet, candied apple that made my mouth water and my cock hard.

Amir tugged her closer until her nose brushed his stomach, and I knew from the choked-off sound he made that he was spilling down her perfect throat. It was ridiculous to be jealous of him when I was knot-deep in her, but I still craved having her every way at once even if it wasn’t possible.

I wanted all of her, every way, every day. I couldn’t get enough. The tension of the last while had been unbearable and I had no idea how to fix it. Fucking her was no hardship. Giving her pleasure was the easiest thing in the world, but I knew things went deeper. Wounds took a long time to heal, and even if someone else had inflicted them to begin with, we’d poured some salt into them. If this was what she wanted to clean it out, I was happy to oblige.

Tomorrow I planned to take her out, spoil the shit out of her, and get to know her more. In the meantime, I intended to get in my cuddles once she’d gotten everything she needed.

My knot was going nowhere fast with the way the others gave and took in equal measure until Callie’s perfume was drowning me. I felt the second she surrendered and Amir carefully extracted himself, arranging her on my chest while Kai came to his own finish and pulled out before his knot got him trapped in her too. She melted perfectly against me, and the others stretched out on each side, both taking one of her hands to lay on their chest. Callie hummed, the sound content and sleepy.

“How are you feeling, precious?”

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