Page 43 of Pack Larsen

I don’t know what it is about watching my brother kiss Silver like he’s been dying of thirst and she’s the first drink of water he’s had in months, but my body reacts as though it’s been lit on fire but in the best possible way.

My blood sizzles when Silver moans softly, and I can see her tongue sneaking out to swipe a line across Rage’s lip. I’ve never wanted to trade places with Rage so much in my damned life, but simply watching Silver arch into him, gripping her hands tightly around his neck and jaw, sends a need so fierce through me that it damn near burns me alive.

So, with my gaze firmly planted on the omega bleeding perfume into the small space around us, I step fully into the closet and shut the door behind me, blocking out anything and everything else. As soon as it’s just my brother, Silver, and me, it’s as though the air grows charged with sexual energy. I can practically taste Silver’s arousal in the air, her scent sweetening as it grows denser and denser with every lick, suck, and bite of my brother’s mouth.

Leaning against the door, I cross my arms over my chest and settle in to watch the show. My eyes are glued to the omega, moreso when Rage peels the sleeve from her arm, slowly but surely dragging that sexy, little dress that is not Silver’s style down until the fabric pools on her hips.

“Fuck,” I breathe at the very same time as my brother, because I’m pretty sure we both just realized at the very same time that Silver isn’t wearing a bra, her creamy breasts completely bare without the dress as a shield.

And fuck me if she isn’t an absolute vision, her body a work of art meant for showing off. Well, to us. Everyone can keep their eyes averted if they want to keep them in their damned skulls.

My mouth is practically watering at the sight of her, messy hair on top of her head, several strands of white-blonde and pastel pink, blue, and purple framing her beautiful face. Her cheeks are flushed, a pretty pink staining her skin, and I swallow hard when she tilts her head back further, revealing her slender neck that would look so fucking good covered in bond marks.

Clamping my jaw tight, gritting my teeth as hard as I dare, I fight the sudden urge to do exactly that. My teeth ache with a want to mark her, to make her mine, but I know it’s too soon. Far too soon. So, I simply watch, taking in every gasp, moan, and sexy, little sigh our omega releases.

She’s panting when Rage finally pulls away, his eyes for her. It’s as though I’m not in the room at all, a mere spectator to a show I can’t look away from. It beats the little fashion show we had earlier, even though I thoroughly enjoyed myself as Silver showed off several pairs of shorts and cropped shirts that I now realize would look better on the floor if it meant the omega was bare at all times.

Like I’m in a trance, I watch as Rage’s hands begin to roam, carefully tracing her skin as though he’s afraid she’ll stop him. If he could see her face from where I’m standing, he’d know there was no chance of that happening. With blown-out pupils, mouth parted with every panting gasp, Silver can’t take her eyes off my twin as he watches his own hand trail a path down her slender throat, over her shoulder and collar bone, and stops over her breast.

The gasp and short-lived mewl our sweet, little omega releases the moment Rage brushes a thumb over her nipple has my cock rock-hard and standing at attention, straining against my jeans with a bite of pain that keeps me tethered to the floor.

“Those sounds, Sunshine,” Rage rasps, sounding like he’s been gargling gravel for hours, arousal seeping through every letter.

Silver huffs a laugh that quickly turns into a moan as Rage pinches the tightened bud, and she breathlessly teases, “I can make other noises if you know what buttons to press.”

“Trust me,” Rage assures. “I fucking know. I’ve heard every single one, and it’s been driving me crazy all damned week.”

To that, the sassy woman grins, eyelashes fluttering closed as her head falls back with another moan and a sharper pinch of those dusky nipples I desperately want in my mouth. Hell, I want my mouth on every inch of her tiny body, practically salivating at the chance to do exactly that.

“Feel free to see how many different sounds you can drag out of me right now if you’re that pressed about it,” she goads, and I was in fascination as a slow but feral grin breaks out over my twin brother’s face.

Pretty sure it’s a matching one to what I’m wearing, and when Rage’s darkened eyes snap to mine, I nod easily, sharing a conversation that needs no words.

“You think you can handle two of us?” he asks her, his hand falling from her breast to cup her waist, fingers digging slightly into her pale flesh.

Glassy gray eyes are peering at me the next moment and an easy smile tips over her full lips right before the sexy, little thing bites her lip and nods. “I can take you both.”

“Fuck, say less,” I growl, and that smile she tried to hide breaks out into a full grin, her perfume thickening around us until it’s all I can smell. Even mine and Rage’s scents are muted, overpowered by sugar and sweetness.

I’m across the room and plastered against her back before my brain can catch up with the movement, my hand knotting in her hair as I pull her head back and lean in for a kiss that marks my soul for the rest of my damned life. Her flavor bursts over my tongue in a wash of candied sugar and fruity sweetness, and I could die a happy man there and then knowing that she tastes as fucking good as the smells.

Silver moans against my mouth, her arm lifted so she can sink her hand into what little of my hair remains at the back of my head. Her nails scrape through the strands as she tries to pull me closer, greedy for more, all the while Rage uses both of his hands to cup, tease, and play with her nipples.

I’m still kissing her, committing the feel of her lips and the taste of her on my tongue to memory, when I feel the scrap of fabric that is her dress finally fall free from her hips, pooling to the floor at her feet. I have no idea if she removed it, or if it was Rage, but all I can think of is how grateful I am to have it gone, because the next moment she’s arching into me and the smooth globes of her ass press snugly against my bulging cock now thick and desperate for her. My knot is already swelling at the base of my shaft, desperate for her body, and I growl against her mouth, “Better stop doing that, gorgeous, because my brother and I have been forced to endure listening to those sexy little sounds of yours all week without any other relief than our own hands. I don’t know how much self-control either of us have right now.”

She doesn’t heed my warning, simply continues to grind against me, her thong-clad ass rubbing me in ways that would have me spilling in my jeans like a teenager if I weren’t in control of my own body.

Apparently, where Silver is concerned, there’s no control at all. Because as soon as I feel the plentiful globes drag over my cock, I’m moving. I have her spun and in my arms before she can yelp in surprise, Rage chuckling darkly behind her. Her legs slot perfectly around my waist, and her arms drop around my neck as she peers down at me with unsteady breaths and glittering eyes filled with excitement and arousal. Fuck, yeah, I could get used to that look.

“Is this the part where you take out all your frustrations out on my body in the best way possible?” she teases as her chest heaves with every breath, her peaked nipples brushing over my chest with every inhale.

“That what you want, Sunshine?” Rage asks, stepping up to her back and moving several strands of her hair from her neck. “You want us inside that tight, little body of yours, showing you every ounce of frustration and longing we’ve been feeling all week? Show you just how crazy you make us?”

Silver groans low in her throat and her eyelids flutter closed, her nod small but visible, and I damn near lose my shit right there and then. Before I can blow this moment, my throbbing cock begging for relief, I raise Silver in my arms and tug on the waistband of my jeans. They fall away with a bit of shuffling, leaving me in just a t-shirt and nothing more, having spent the day commando. So, when I lower Silver back in place, she feels the bare length of my rigid shaft against her ass and she moans so prettily that precum seeps from my tip.

“That’s all yours, gorgeous. Every fucking inch. You gonna take it like a good girl? Like my good, little omega,” I huskily ask, my lips brushing against her ear as I cup her ass in my hands and squeeze, hoping I leave fingerprints in her creamy skin. The idea of marking her in any shape or form sends a current through me that I don’t fight, because I realize there and then how badly I want that. I want her covered in my marks, our fucking marks.

“Shit, yes,” she breathes, her head falling back and landing on Rage’s shoulder. If the sight of her bare and beautiful and wild wasn’t enough to get me hard and ready to sink into her pussy, her next words certainly set a fire in my veins. “Please, I need it. I need you both.”

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