Page 125 of Bonding the Band

“I’ve added her to the pack group chat temporarily. We’ll all check it regularly,” Beckett promised, pulling me into his lap. A whine escaped my chest as I snuggled into him, pressing my nose against his throat.

“You’re going to bite me, right?” I asked.

Beckett chuckled. “Of course I am.”

“Good.” I nodded into his neck, deeply inhaling his scent.

Phin stood up. “I’m going to go prep some snacks. Take care of our girl, okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head before hurrying off to accomplish his task. I couldn’t fathom what he still needed to do. He’d been cooking up a storm at every opportunity, making sure our freezers were full of delicious meals we could pop into the oven as needed. I guess oven food wasn’t really snacky, but I was still excited for his killer lasagna either way.

“Do you want to stay here or go to the nest?” Beckett asked.

“Nest!” I whined. My nest sounded like utter perfection.

Arms wrapped around me, lifting me bridal style. “Let’s get you to your nest, princess!”

Arlo.

He dashed upstairs with me and placed me in the nest, standing at the edge while I watched him intently.

“Off,” I demanded, plucking at his clothes as I kneeled in front of him.

“My pleasure.” Arlo beamed, getting naked in record time, his cock bobbing free. Pre-cum already glistening on the tip.

Yum.

Beckett followed, joining us on the bed, his shirt already gone. “Make Arlo feel good, darling.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning forward, I lapped at his cock, humming in pleasure as the musky taste burst across my tongue.

“Good girl,” Beckett cooed as I swallowed Arlo’s length. I couldn’t see him, but his hands wandered over my ass, tugging at the waistband of my thin shorts.

My body buzzed with anticipation, my pussy crying out with need as it was exposed to the cool air.

If Beckett didn’t hurry up and knot me, I was going to go downright feral.

“Such a perfect mouth.” Arlo groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding my movements.

Just as I was preparing to turn to Beckett and snarl at him, his tip started gliding through my folds, teasing me.

I whined around Arlo’s cock, wiggling my hips, silently begging Beckett to move, to fill me.

“Patience,” Beckett scolded.

Fuck patience. I needed to be fucked, hard and fast.

I increased my pace, Arlo’s considerable length bumping the back of my throat with each movement, the smooth metal ring teasing me. His hand fisted in my hair as he chanted how fucking good it felt.

When the head of Beckett’s cock finally started inching in, I almost cried out in happiness.

“I’m getting close. Are you going to be a good omega and swallow my cum?” Arlo’s voice was rough with need as his cock throbbed in my mouth.

I could only hum around his length in agreement. As the first spurt of cum coated my tongue, Beckett bottomed out, filling me completely.

Once I had lapped up every drop of Arlo’s cum, he pulled back, leaning down and kissing me, not giving a shit that I had just had his cock in my mouth.

“Now it’s time for Beckett to have his fun,” he said against my lips, and a whine of need burst from my chest.

Yes, I needed Beckett to have his fun with me.

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