Page 137 of Packed in the Fire house

My pack, my sweet, loving pack, had spent the last week coming up with a solution for me, and it was perfect.

It took me almost an hour to get the nest right, but as soon as it was, I flopped down on my front in the sheets, humming contentedly.

Warm cinnamon chocolate hit my nose as Blaze joined me.

“I’m going to go check we have everything we need,” Walker said, smiling down at me. “Any snack requests?”

“Cock?” I asked innocently, making him laugh.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said before heading into the kitchen as I silently mourned the loss of his marshmallowy self.

Rune grabbed a duffel bag. “I’m going to shower. I still have paint in some places I shouldn't. You okay taking care of our omega in the meantime?” he asked Blaze.

“More than okay!” he chirped, turning to me. “How does a nice back massage sound, sunshine?”

I sighed. “Like heaven.”

As soon as it was just us, Blaze ripped my shirt off over my head, his hands exploring the flesh of my back, kneading and massaging in slow circles that turned me into a puddle.

“Your hands are so good,” I moaned.

He chuckled, the warm sound comforting to my ears. “That’s what I like to hear… Now, I think in order to massage your lower back better, these leggings need to go.”

Humming in agreement, I didn’t say anything; I simply lifted my ass so he could pull them off with ease. As he did, a fresh wave of perfume hit the air.

“Fuck me, sunshine. You’ve got me drooling.”

“You do that to me all the time, so I guess it’s only fair,” I mumbled as he started massaging again.

The small space only made his scent that much stronger, almost smothering me in chocolaty goodness—I wasn’t complaining.

When was the last time I’d had a proper massage? Under Blaze’s hands, I was turning into a puddle of mush.

A needy, desperate puddle of mush.

Despite my body’s languid state, slick was starting to trail down my thighs, and Blaze had to smell it. Still, he kept up his movements.

I didn’t know if I wanted him to keep going or to fuck me—both options seemed like a good idea.

“Please,” I whimpered, wiggling my hips.

“Does my girl want to get knotted?” Blaze asked playfully.

I nodded. “I do.”

He didn’t answer—instead, he placed both his hands next to my face, caging me in as the head of his cock pressed against my folds.

“Now, you’re supposed to be relaxing, so just lie there and let me knot this desperately perfect pussy.”

Well, how could I deny a command like that?

I bit the sheets as he slowly entered me. We hadn’t really had any alone time over the last few weeks, so I nearly wept at finally feeling full again.

Blaze, despite being probably just as pent up as me, didn’t falter. He set a painfully slow pace, each thrust measured.

“How is this pussy so perfectly warm and tight? Fuck. You’re going to be a mess by the end of this heat, and I can’t wait to see it. Stuffed full of all our cum.”

I whimpered, wiggling my hips.

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