Page 82 of Pack Larsen

He must hear something in my voice, because Pace looks up from where he’s been checking my body for any sign of discomfort, his gaze colliding with mine. His honey-gold eyes darken instantly, and my fingers tighten in his hair as I stare down at him with renewed arousal and a soul-deep need for his man.

“What do you need, Tink?” he asks roughly, his voice deepening, growing hoarse with his own desire. I can feel it, too. The longer he peers up at me, my wet body plastered against his, I feel his shaft thickening and growing harder against the curve of my ass.

The words slip free in an instant. “You. I need you.”

Pace swallows before his eyes drop to my two new bond marks. I feel the twins, curious and content, likely wondering what we’re doing in here, and I smile at Pace as I scratch my nails along the back of his head.

“You said to give you the go ahead when I was ready, right?” I remind him, biting my lip when Pace’s eyes turn half-mast and dark with intensity that I feel in every hollow of my chest.

Pace nods, watching me closely.

“I’m ready, Pace,” I breathe, grinning widely, right before my alpha growls and slams his lips against mine. He kisses me like he’s trying to burn the feel and taste of my lips into his mind, filling my senses with smoke and leather and all things that are Pace. His tongue tangles with mine, almost dueling, while he steps toward the wall, pressing my back against the chilly tiles as he ravishes me with a hungry kiss I feel all the way to my toes. He doesn’t separate our mouths as he pulls his hips back, his cock hard and ready as the tip slides through my folds, Pace dragging it through my slick and cum before he finds my opening and feeds me his cock inch by glorious inch.

He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, my body already primed and ready for him, and starts thrusting his hips, filling me over and over with his length as he kisses me like he needs me to breathe air into his lungs.

Tearing his mouth away, Pace rocks into me, gaining speed as he fucks me into the wall. I can feel his knot nudging my entrance with every pound of his hips, and I cry out, my head landing against the tiles with a muted thud as I moan with every drag of his cock.

“Fuck,” Pace groans, grunting every time he comes close to bottoming out, teasing me with his knot as he grinds against me. Fuck, I want it. I need it. I need him. All of them.

I slam my lips against his once more, swallowing his filthy sounds that spurs my own pleasure. I’m moaning and panting against his mouth, rocking my hips against him as he continues to ram into me hard, fast, and deep. I fucking love it.

Just as my walls ripple around him, threatening him with a release that’s quickly gaining on me, Pace cups my face and looks into my eyes with an intense look that ruins me in all the best ways as he rasps, “I love you, Silver.”

I cry out, the grip I have on the back of his neck tightening, as I moan, “How much?”

“This much,” he growls, and it’s the only warning I receive before he lunges for my chest and sinks his teeth into the flesh just above where my heart thunders rapidly.

I’m coming around him in a fucking instant, walls rippling around him, body shaking with the force of my climax as he continues to thrust in and out of my body. When he groans against my skin, teeth still buried deep into my flesh, he pumps into me once more before shoving his knot into my body as deep as it will go and coming with a snarl that fucks me all the way up.

I can feel every hot stream of his cum as he fills me, and I’m screaming, literally screaming, out in pleasure as my body locks down on his swollen knot and I find my body trembling through another climax that steals all of my senses and whitens my vision until I’m panting and limp and hanging off Pace like a rag doll.

We stay like that for a while, the bond forming and expanding until it settles in place in my chest, and I can feel it. I can feel how much this man loves me, how deeply that love runs. I can feel the waves of tenderness, of affection and adoration.

I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make me cry.

Sniffling, my head on Pace’s shoulder now that he’s tended to my new bond mark, I whisper, “I love you, too, Pace.”

I hear the smile in his voice as he cuddles me close, locked together in the most intimate way, and says, “I know. I can feel it.”

Body filled with warmth and happiness, I sigh into Pace’s hold and, not for the first time, wonder how I got so lucky to land not one, but five, incredible men who brought me into their pack and filled me with so much love that it’s a miracle I can contain it. Who saw me as something more than a pawn to be shuffled across a game board I have no interest in. Who accept me for me, who love me for it, and have ensured that I never have to go another day without knowing how loved I am. How cherished and cared for I’ll always be for the rest of our lives.

And, right here and now, clinging to my loving alpha, I vow to offer the same in return. These men will never feel the hardships of their past ever again. For as long as I live, each of these men that hold pieces of my heart will live the lives they were always meant to live, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

EPILOGUE

Silver

“Why are you complaining? Not only did you have two weeks of sunshine in Santorini with our omega lounging around in skimpy bikinis and drinking cocktails that makes her frisky as fuck, but you also got to experience a double omega heat for the first time,” Aero snorts from beside me, holding my hand on the private plane as we head home from the vacation I won at auction all those weeks ago.

Munro glares at the omega, leaning forward and looking around me to do so, and snarls, “I wasn’t complaining, you fuck-head. I just said that I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to sleep. A vacation wasn’t meant to make me more tired.”

“Sorry,” I snicker, biting my lip to bottle the amusement while Aero has no such qualms. “In my defense, Juniper didn’t remind me about the suppressants like she usually did, and I wasn’t expecting my heat to hit me so quickly after being on the pills for so long. I for sure thought I had another week of heat spikes to go before I ended up in heat.”

Munro’s face instantly softens and he leans in for a long, sugary kiss before pulling back and assuring, “I’m not mad about it, princess. Best two weeks of my fucking life.”

He kisses me again before slouching in his seat.

“I just need to sleep, because you and Aero during a heat cycle is draining, as fun as it was,” he concludes, dropping his head against the window with my hand still clutched in his, his thumb rubbing across the pretty ring that now sits on my left hand.

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