Page 83 of Pack Obsession

Axel’s growl of approval vibrates through the air as Logan moves toward the bed, his injury seemingly forgotten in the face of Casey’s invitation. Axel stands, his arms under her thighs, keeping her spread. The air grows thick with pheromones and promise. I can’t help myself and approach her.

“May I? I’m going to die if I don’t taste you.”

She laughs and mewls at the same time, which I take as yes. I lean down, my head between her legs, and my mouth is on her pussy, taking all of her, sucking, my tongue licking madly, as if I have to make this small moment feel like an eternity. She groans loudly, her hips rocking… She’s fucking beautiful.

When I come up for air, I lick my lips while she moans for more, her pussy dripping further with slick.

There’s no force on earth that could make us refuse her.

With Logan now naked, his cock hard as a damn pole, and lying on the bed, he reaches out a hand to her, fingers curling…

“Climb on top, sugar. I wish I could fuck you the way I want—tied up, spread, and us taking turns—but until my wound heals, I hope this sates you?”

She smiles, and as soon as Axel places her on the bed, she quickly climbs over Logan, straddling him, moving frantically as if she can’t get to him quick enough.

“You are perfect,” she says. “I want you so deep that I cry. Your knot to make me scream.”

“Then,” I add, stepping closer, “I’m going to join in and fuck that tight ass. And you can take Axel into your mouth, right, gorgeous?”

She shudders as she nods with excitement in her eyes that has me reaching down to stroke my cock over my pants.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Axel adds. “We’re going to rut you for days.”

She hums her yes, her attention back on Logan, her hands flat against his strong chest as she lowers herself onto his cock. I move to stand behind them because I need a full view of her taking him, of her pussy stretched, her ass crack wet and puckered rear hole ready for me.

“Prime viewing spot, Axel,” I murmur.

“Plenty of Casey to go around… eventually.” He wags his eyebrows as he joins me, both of us taking in the view as she slowly takes him deeper. Logan hisses while she groans loudly.

Perspiration beads and runs down her spine. She rocks against Logan, a low moan escaping her lips. It vibrates through me.

Logan’s fingers dig into her hips. “Sugar,” he says, his voice rough. “Easy. Stitches, remember?”

Casey just whimpers, her movements growing more frantic. The scent of arousal fills the room, and we move to the side, watching her go to town on Logan.

Axel groans. “Gods, she looks at him like he’s a god.”

“Yeah,” I agree, my voice strained. “Makes a guy want to be injured.”

Another whimper from Casey, high and desperate, as she clutches Logan’s shoulders.

“Think he’s milking it,” Axel whispers, amused.

“Maybe,” I concede, eyes locked on Casey. “But who could blame him?”

“Mmm,” she purrs, her eyes fixed on Logan. “So good.”

Logan groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Casey…” he breathes.

“Can’t…stop,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “Need…”

They are going at it, both sweating and crying out, lost in their own world. My cock is so hard, I might burst.

I step forward, my hand on Casey’s hip. “Let us in, baby.”

Her head snaps up, a flicker of awareness in her hazy eyes. “Nash…”

“We’re here, Casey,” Axel says softly, placing his hand on her back. “Let us help.”

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