Page 238 of Omega for the Pack

“Shit, I ain’t waiting for him,” said Laurent, slicing into the cake. We each grabbed our plate of cake and sat around the dining table, discussing the birth celebration plans and the baby.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” I asked them.

“Girl,” they all said at the same time. I suddenly remembered the child they had lost. The little three-year-old girl. My heart ached for them. Every other night, we’d go to their old house to visit the ocean gravestone. Doing that has brought me closer to them and their tragedy.

“But a boy is fine too,” said Mason hastily, his lips covered in frosting.

“Blade honey, you only took one bite,” I said, finishing up my slice. I was craving a sweet today, and this hit the spot for me.

“I’m waiting until you’re done.”

“Why?!”

“So I can eat my slice from your ass,” he said.

I blinked in shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Take off your panties, baby,” said Blade, watching me.

“This is the craziest thing you ever asked me,” I said, pursing my lips. “Can’t you just eat your cake like a normal person?”

“Baby, take your panties off,” he said, his voice husky. My pulse began to pound like crazy. I wanted it, too, despite my protests. I secretly enjoyed it when the alphas got frustrated with me.

Blade

She was teasing me.

Vanessa lifted her dress, showing off her light blue panties. She slowly rolled it down, her eyes looking at us teasingly. A small sexy smile on her face.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Take it off, Vee,” I ordered, getting impatient. I could smell her scent getting stronger as she pulled her panties off. She stepped out of them and looked at me expectantly. “Give your panties to me.”

Taking them from her, I saw the wet stain on the seat of it. I licked my lips and threw the panties to Mason, the creep. He sniffed the panties wholeheartedly.

“Smells amazing,” Mason whispered, pressing the blue panties to his nose tightly. Vanessa stared at him with wide eyes.

I caught him numerous times going through the dirty laundry, looking for her underwear as he masturbated, so this was the perfect treat for him. Next, I grabbed my plate of cake and added another giant slice to it.

I placed it on the edge of the table.

“Get on the table. Let me carry you,” I said, approaching her. Her candy scent washed over me as I lifted her by the legs and plopped her on the wooden table. “Take off your dress, baby.”

“I don’t think this is necessary,” she said, lifting her dress.

“Oh, it’s very necessary,” said Laurent, helping her remove her dress. He wasn’t as expressive as us when it came to fucking her, but he was always more than willing to join our group activities.

I had no problem taking the initiative.

I unsnapped her bra, and it tumbled down to the chair. Her ample breasts bounced when I did that. My cock was so hard right now I couldn’t fucking think straight. I wanted to fuck her so bad with cake inside of her.

“I want you to sit on the cake, baby,” I said. Her face reddened as she turned her back to me, showing off her shapely ass. She squatted over the cake. “Lower yourself.” I watched with bated breath as she slowly lowered her ass onto the cake.

“It’s cold,” she complained.

“Shh,” I said, spreading her ass cheeks wide as she sat on the cake. She wiggled over the cake, getting the frosting smeared all around her butt. She looked delicious as she looked back at us, her eyes wide. Her frosted butt was hanging in the air, ready for me to devour. My balls tightened, and I could feel my pre-cum leaking into my boxers. “Kneel for us, so we can take a look at your bottom.”

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