Page 82 of Pack Obsession

Logan sways slightly, drawing Casey’s attention back to him.

“I need to sit,” he admits. “Just for a minute.”

He makes his way to the sitting area by the windows, where two black couches face each other. Casey follows, still pressed against Axel, her skin flushed and glowing. Every movement seems to spark another wave of need through her. I can tell it’s intense because she’s still naked and doesn’t seem to have noticed us gawking at her.

Logan sits with a groan while Axel claims Casey quickly, drawing her to the seat opposite and pulling her onto his lap.

“Greedy asshole,” I whisper to him, and he just chuckles. I stand by Logan’s side, resting against his armrest, mostly because I don’t want to look at his damn face but at the naked girl in the room. She fits against Axel like she was made to be there—her legs closed, his arm around her middle, the other stroking her arm. The sight blows up my blood pressure.

The power she has over us should be terrifying. Instead, it feels right.

“I need...” She swallows hard, fighting for focus. “I need to know what happened. With Julian.”

The temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Her fingers twist in her lap.

“Casey.” Logan leans forward despite his injury. “We don’t have to do this now.”

“Please.” The word breaks in the middle. “He told me... about my parents. That his family...” Her breath hitches, and Axel’s arms tighten around her as she struggles to continue. “All these years, I thought it was an accident. The car crash. But it wasn’t, was it? They were murdered because they wouldn’t sell their land to the Hayes family.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe. Beside me, Logan has gone deadly still.

She’s shaking now but pushes on. “I always knew something was wrong. The police report never made sense. The insurance investigation went nowhere. And then Julian just... laughed about it. Like it was nothing. Like they were nothing. He fucking knew about it all this time.” Tears spill down her cheeks.

Axel murmurs something too low to hear, pressing his lips to her temple. The gesture is achingly gentle for a man I’ve seen snap necks.

“He’s gone,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Put a bullet in him myself. Watched the light go out of his eyes.”

“Good.” The savagery in that single word matches the darkness in my own soul. Then she gasps, her body arching involuntarily. The heat she’s fighting seems to be flaring up, and I want a damn piece of it.

“Easy.” Axel’s hands bracket her hips as she writhes, her legs parting as she takes Axel’s hand and guides it between her thighs.

“I need your touch,” she mumbles.

Axel doesn’t miss a beat. His hand slides down to her pussy, his middle finger pressing between her folds, gliding so easily, the slick glinting in the light as he rubs her clit. She moans, arching back and throwing her head back over his shoulder. Her breasts push out, her breaths racing.

Fuck, my cock’s so hard watching her. I can see by that wicked smirk on Axel’s face that he’s teasing us as he pries open her lips, showing us that dusty pink hole that calls to us. She cries out, her hips bucking, and I’m about to fucking die.

Logan and I exchange looks. The sight of her like this—desperate, trusting, ours—ignites something primal. Something that demands we claim what belongs to us.

“All of you,” she pleads, no shame in her desperation. “I want all of you.”

“Think you can handle that?” Logan’s voice has dropped an octave, and he’s already on his feet.

She lifts her head and meets our gazes, then twists to look at Axel. Fire burns in her eyes, the same one constricting my balls with fucking desperation to fuck her—the need to possess and be possessed, to mark and claim and belong.

“Try me,” she whispers.

My breath catches as Casey shifts on Axel’s lap, bringing her heels up to rest on his knees and spreading her legs wider. Theposition is pure invitation—an Omega presenting to her Alphas. The sight captures me, imprisons me.

Her skin glows golden in the dim light, and the way she moves... Hell. The hunger radiating from her is intoxicating, the scent beautiful. Axel’s fingers play with that swollen clit, leaving her writhing, moaning, slick seeping from her hole. His expression is a mix of possession and pride.

Then her dark eyes find Logan, who’s barely breathing as he watches her. “You,” she says, her voice soft but full of heat. “I haven’t been fucked by you yet.” She bites her lower lip, a gesture that somehow manages to be both innocent and sinful. “Please... will you be mine?”

Logan’s sharp intake of breath echoes in the suddenly silent room. The legendary control of our team leader wavers visibly as Casey stretches, presenting herself more fully, her pussy spread so wide, I’m struggling not to fall to my knees before her and lap up her nectar.

“Sweetheart…” Logan’s voice has dropped to that dangerous register that promises all sorts of delicious things. “I’ve been yours since the moment we found you.”

She makes a small sound of need, reaching for him. “Yes, please.”

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