Page 46 of Pack Larsen

It’s breathtaking, and I can’t help but swipe my finger over Rage’s lips again, grinning slowly when the alpha starts purring and turning my insides to liquid.

“You should do this more,” I whisper, leaning in close enough to feel his body heat seep into mine. It’s only then that I notice he’s shirtless, only a pair of basketball shorts covering the lower half of his body while I’m still as naked as the day I came into the world. I expect to feel self-conscious or uncomfortable, lying here exposed and vulnerable, only I don’t. I’m more than comfortable lounging beside the alpha while his brother snoozes behind me. Completely at ease with the way Rage runs his eyes over me in a way that almost feels like a physical caress. There isn’t even an ounce of shame in me for lying naked with another alpha after receiving mind-shattering orgasms and a knot that felt divine from his twin brother and packmate.

I’m already missing the fullness, the way his knot stretched me further than I’ve ever been stretched before. Just the thought of taking Rage’s knot, of him fucking me in whichever way makes my toes curl, has my perfume leaking, exposing the fresh waves of arousal that creep in as I think of what happened between his brother and me.

“What are you thinking about?” Rage wonders quietly, ocean eyes intense as they roam over my face, still smiling at me. “Your scent just got stronger.”

Instead of answering with words, I raise my leg over his hip and draw myself closer to his body, noting that someone has cleaned me up while I slept. His hand falls to my thigh instantly, as though he can’t help but touch me, and I press my hands against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my hand, his gaze watching me with almost the same level of intensity as Pace watches me.

Keeping my voice a low whisper, I confess, “I was thinking about taking a knot for the first time. How it felt, how different it was. I was thinking how I miss it already, how greedy I’m becoming.”

“Oh, yeah?” Rage teases, raising my leg higher over his hip before dragging my body closer until we’re pressed so closely that not even a slither of air could slip between us. “Tell me about it. How did it make you feel?”

I flash a grin, feeling my cheeks warm, not from embarrassment but a funny, little thrill that makes me shiver and lean in closer to Rage’s body heat. Trailing my hand up his bare chest, mapping every valley and dip, I lower my voice to a whisper and answer him. “It felt good. Right. Like my body was designed to take a knot. Like I was meant to feel that full, to be filled, coming and coming until I pass out satisfied and locked with my alpha.”

“Fuuuuck, Silver,” Rage growls deeply, right before he cups the back of my head and slams his mouth against mine in a bruising, ravishing kiss that I feel down to my very soul. He kisses me like a starved man who’s tasted food for the first time in years. Like I’m his favorite dessert. I fucking love it, kissing back with equal vigor and enthusiasm.

When he pulls back, his eyes are ablaze with desire, boring into me like he’s trying to brand me with a single look. His hands are roaming over my thighs, ass, and back, kneading and feeling, almost like he’s committing my body to memory, and I’m so distracted by his touch that I almost miss it when he asks, “You want that again, Sunshine? Because I know what I said earlier, but if you’re still tired, or if you need a break, I’m more than happy to have you pressed up against me while you relax and rest. I’m not in any rush, so long as I know I’ve got you and you’ve got me, too.”

My heart melts for the alpha right there and then, my smile softening as my body warms at his consideration. It’s that softness in his voice, the way his hands caress and hold me, that propels the decision I made before Haze knotted me for the first time.

With very little effort, I push Rage over, his eyebrows raising in shock. That shock quickly morphs into a smoldering look that sets my blood alight when I swing my leg over his waist and press my hands into his bare chest. “I promise, this is exactly what I want. You’re what I want.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, right before he surges up and kisses me again, an urgency in the way he presses his lips to mine.

Between frantic kisses and roaming hands, I mutter, “Your shorts? Need them gone.”

“Done,” he rushes, tugging himself free of both his shorts and boxers so quickly that I can’t help but grin down at him. As soon as he’s bare beneath me, I lower my body until my pussy glides over his long, thick shaft. I’m already wet with slick, just a brief conversation and the mere sight of Rage’s body sprawled out beneath me sending me into a maddening state of arousal, so it’s no wonder I manage to cover his cock from knot to tip with my slick.

I tease him with several rolls of my hips, watching the emotions filter over his face as though I’m watching my favorite movie reel. His eyebrows pinch and his mouth falls open with a groan, my heat grinding over him back and forth, offering friction but not enough to get off with.

“Silver, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growls, still quiet enough not to disturb his brother, but loud enough that I feel the vibration in his chest travel all the way down to where I’m rubbing against him.

Smirking, I nonchalantly tease, “How crazy?”

“Batshit,” he answers quickly, his hands falling to my hips, helping me slather my slick all over him with a tight hold that sends a thrill through me.

“How badly do you need me, Rage?” I breathe, watching him closely, his heated eyes watching where our bodies grind together.

“Desperately. Like my lungs need air. Like a flower needs fucking sunshine,” he gravelly declares, and I only pause momentarily, grinning like a mad woman on a power trip.

Placing a single hand on his chest, I reach the other between us, grasping his soaked cock as I notch the head at my entrance. Rage is already panting, his purr deepening, his eyes glued to the apex of my thighs.

Those stunning eyes snap to mine when I sink only an inch onto his shaft, pausing just to say, “Does that make you the flower to my sunshine?”

I impale myself on his rigid length just as I receive a blinding grin that fucks me up more than the fullness I feel as soon as I’m fully seated on him, his knot already swelling and rubbing against the sensitive flesh of my entrance.

Being considerate of our sounds flees just as quickly as it came, our combined pleasure too much to keep bottled, and I moan loudly as soon as my pussy is full and pulsing around Rage. His own groan echoes mine, merged with the wet sounds of our joining, creating a lewd melody that has my nipples tightening and my breath catching with desire.

“A queen on her fucking throne,” Rage grits, biting his lower lip as those stormy eyes scan me from head to toe, lingering on my heaving breasts and spending plenty of time staring at where his cock crudely stretches my core.

“It’s a pretty good throne,” I tease breathlessly, rolling my hips, testing the feel of him inside me and crying out when the tip of his shaft rubs against a spot inside me that has my toes curling.

Rage’s head falls back with a breathy grunt as my walls tighten around him, and he says, “Feel free to use me any fucking time you want, your highness.”

Oh, shit, I like that. My ego just doubled tenfold, and I have to stop myself from sitting straighter, regally claiming the throne he’s offering. Instead, I start fucking the alpha like the needy, greedy, little omega I’ve become. I’m stinking up the room with my perfume, almost like I’m scent marking the twins while they’re in my nest, and my body is producing enough slick that it takes very little effort to sink up and down on Rage’s hard cock.

“Ah, fuck, Silver. You feel so damn good,” he growls, fingers digging into my ass as he grows more aggressive, pulling me down on his shaft while his hips start pumping from below me.

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