Page 34 of Building My Pack

He curses softly as we both reach for the button on his jeans at the same time. I win, undoing them and jerking them down his hips just far enough for his erection to spring free. Wasting no time, I part my lips around him and moan at the slight salty taste of pre cum mixed with that ocean breeze. He slips a hand through my hair helping guide me as I need it but not being forceful. Unfortunately, my omega is begging for a bit of roughness.

Taking him all the way down my throat until no more will fit several times, I'm literally weeping between my thighs for him to take me there. Letting him pop out from between my lips, I beg, "I need you, Kit. Please." Quickly, he hops up off the bed to shed the last bit of his clothes and I scarcely notice that he is, in fact, wearing his normal work stuff, but I don't get to think about it long. Still on my knees, I turn until my back is toward him and drop my elbows to the bed.

His groan has more slick sliding out with a spasm of my core, which he can see as it drips to the bed since I'm open and on full display for him. Another whine builds in my chest as I feel him move to line himself up behind me. One second, I'm empty and about to beg for anything, and the next, he's bottoming out in me. I cry out at the new sensation as another spasm rocks me. It feels like it's trying to suckle him into place so that there's no risk of him leaving.

I need something. I need all of it. Out of character, I swear at him, "Fuck me, Kit! Hard. Please."

He lets out a soft grunt before he gives me exactly what I'm asking for, pounding me hard enough to have the mattress scooting across the floor underneath us. There's no other sound in the room other than our harsh breathing, the sound of his balls slapping my clit with every stroke, and the whines that keep slipping out because as good as this feels, I still need something more. A knot. I need a knot, and when I start begging for one, Kit's motions become erratic. Reaching between us he starts flicking my clit before pinching it hard enough to have me crying out. It sends us both over the frenzied edge.

We collapse on the bed in sweats and labored breathing. I don't want to tell him, but as amazing as that felt, I need more. It took the edge off, but I can feel the spasms starting to come back.

"Give me a second, and I'll be ready to go again," he says breathlessly, not even needing to be told.

Continuing on this cycle for the next several hours, we're exhausted and I'm still not sated. The break in between each time has slowly gotten longer and longer as Kit starts to tire out.

I'm on my back with both knees locked over his elbows as his hips piston in and out of me when I break, "Kit, please. I need it."

"I'm sorry, baby girl. I don't have a knot," he replies regretfully, making me immediately fill with guilt. I hate that I might be making him feel like he's not enough when he's trying so hard. All of it just makes me want to cry again.

When we finish this time, he collapses on his belly and I'm pretty sure he won't be ready for a long time if ever again. He turns his face toward me so I can hear him better as she suggests, "I understand why you don't want to call your other alphas, but let me call Mitch. He'll be able to help."

I want to tell him no. That I don't want him coming over to have sex with me because of my heat. I'd rather it be because he wants to and the moment is right, but the aches that have plagued me for what has to be a full twenty-four hours now still haven't subsided and I'm bone tired. I can only imagine how poor Kit feels, too. It’s for him that I finally agree.

He drags himself upstairs to make the call as I doze off naked on top of the covers. The next thing I know, there is murmuring coming down the stairs. I have at least half sense to pull the blanket over my nudeness as Kit’s feet underneath his jeans come into view. When he steps into the room, somehow there's still a deep part of me that wants to ride him all over again. I love the way he looks fresh out of bed with no shirt and his jeans unbuttoned and slung low on his hips.

Then I catch a whiff of amber and cedarwood from the alphas trailing behind him, and I sit up on my knees, wrapping the blanket around my body. Kit climbs back onto the bed, and I'm grateful that he's not leaving. Even if he did fall face-down, jeans and all, probably already snoring in two seconds.

"Quite the predicament, huh, bananas?" Waylen jokes softly.

"I'm sorry," I tell them. "You don't have to do this."

Kit grumbles out a laugh, proving he's yet to actually fall asleep and Waylen chuckles with him. Not Mitch, though. He flips off his backwards cap and tosses it in the corner, keeping that hazel stare locked onto me. I lose sight of Waylen as Mitch drops to his knees on the bed and walks on them until he's close enough for me to bask in that wonderful alpha scent. It starts another one of the aches deep in my belly as though it's already anticipating taking what he's going to offer.

"Would you have slept with us if you weren't in heat?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

My hair is likely a huge rat’s nest, but I can't think past the sound of his voice rumbling through his chest. "Yes," I whisper and admit, "I just hate that it's like this."

"Why?" he asks. "This is all a part of how we're made. To make you feel good." The last bit is said right into the shell of my ear, covering my body in goosebumps and bringing out another quiet whine. "Will you let us do that?"

I nod because he's made speaking impossible. Then, his lips close over mine and I swear my brain turns feral. All I can think about is getting him inside of me. He guides me backward. I let the blanket slip through my fingers so that I can lock my arms around his shoulders. As my back hits the mattress, his body weight comes down on top of me, making my skin itch from the feel of his clothes against it. Sliding my hands down his torso, I'd guess he's packing just as many muscles as Kit underneath the shirt, I waste no time jerking it off of him. It breaks up our kiss and we get our first good view of each other. There's a rumble from his chest that almost sounds like a growl which has my fingernails digging into his back. He hasn't even touched me yet, and I'm already feeling the effects of his alpha pheromones. I lose my grip on him as he starts a slow progression down my body, lavishing attention to both breasts but not spending too much time on them.

Letting that same sound rumble out of his chest, he stops again at the tops of my thighs, blowing hot air against them as he huskily says, "This, right here, has had me weak in the knees since the first night we danced. You have some of the sexiest fucking legs I've ever seen on a woman." He nips at one and then the other, leaving me sucking in a sharp breath.

Then he's gone. The mattress shifts again as he gets up, hopefully to finish getting naked and come back. However, light cedarwood quickly replaces the amber fragrance as Waylen works his way onto the bed. During the time I'd been distracted, he'd had time to strip down. There's not a man in this room who isn't ripped with hard muscles of manual labor, but it's evident in the dark tan he sports from long days in the sun. Where Mitchell was soft and made my stomach flutter, Waylen is rough and turns my body to putty beneath his strong hands as he slightly massages the soles of my feet and up my calves and thighs. They work inward and where I should feel at least an ounce of shame for being so wanton, I let my knees fall open, giving him the perfect view of everything personal.

He shoots me a spirited wink before his head drops between my thighs and he brings my back off the bed in an arch with the first swipe of his tongue. I'm not surprised to find him as playful in bed, matching his personality perfectly. The sounds that come from me are borderline animalistic as he licks, sucks, and nibbles on my most sensitive places.

What he doesn't understand is that I don't need to be primed. I'm ready for him the moment he touches me. "Stop, please stop," I choke out, grabbing a fistful of his longer dark hair up top and trying to pull him higher.

Either my tone or my words must worry Kit, because his head flips to the other side so that he's now watching us. But I don't want Waylen to stop everything. I tell him, "Waylen, please."

He's already starting to cover my body with his and I let out a hum of appreciation. "I like hearing you beg with my name like that," he says, dropping his lips to mine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I dig my fingers into his lower back, tugging his hips closer.

His chuckle rumbles through his chest and the feel of it against the stiff peaks of my nipples sends a pleasure I never knew could happen straight to my core. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and refuses to release it until I'm practically mewling underneath him. "Not too bad as first kisses go," he jests while lining himself up with my entrance. I'm already so wet from the hours with Kit and the slick that's literally gushing for these alphas that he doesn't waste time sliding home. We both moan as he bottoms out easily.

Before I know what's happening, he rolls on his back, taking me with him until I'm straddling his hips above him. This new position drives me even further down onto him.

"Take what you need, bananas," he purrs, vibrating my clit. Using my hips for handholds, he helps set the pace until we're both breathing hard enough to have run a marathon. I'll give him credit, it takes longer than normal to get me there because I'm utterly exhausted, but he doesn't rush me. Doesn't try to take his own pleasure before I've found mine. I tell him when I start feeling like I'm close and his hands tighten at my waist as he starts bucking into me.

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