Page 81 of Pack Larsen

“Deep breath, baby. Tell me if it’s too much,” Aero gently commands, and I nod just as he pushes inside me, our combined juices offering him less resistance than I imagine he would have had without.

It takes some maneuvering and several pumps of his hips before Aero is fully seated inside me, stretching me so much that my nails dig into his shoulder and Munro’s ass as I adjust to the fullness that almost mimics a knot.

I can feel my body locking down on them, drawing out matching grunts and groans, and it’s all they need before my omega and beta start fucking me in tandem. They’re steady first, allowing me to adjust to the feel of both of their lengths dragging against my sensitive walls, before they start gaining speed.

The sound of skin slapping skin mingles with our moans and groans, my gasps of pleasure joined by the obscene wet sounds coming from between my legs. Munro and Aero work perfectly together as they pump in and out of me, filling my body with pleasure, owning me with every thrust.

I’m a mess of cries and mewling moans as they fuck me, their own sounds of pleasure harmonizing with mine. The feel of them pumping in and out of my body, their heat and scents surrounding me, while they grunt and groan and run their hands over me is enough to have another orgasm building inside me, rapidly speeding toward a finish line I know will wreck me when I reach it.

When Aero tilts my hips slightly and hits a deeper spot, that moment hits me like a fucking truck, and I’m coming on a silent scream around them both, dragging them with me as my walls clench tight enough that they can barely move.

Munro slips out of my body before he starts coming, thick streams of ejaculation coating my back and ass as he uses his hand to direct his release over my skin. Aero follows right after, burying himself to the hilt before losing himself inside me, filling my body with his cum until it overflows and drips down my thighs.

“Fuck me,” Munro pants, dropping his head to my shoulder as he gasps for air.

Aero chuckles breathlessly, pressing soft butterfly kisses to my forehead, nose, and cheek, before claiming my mouth in a heart-melting kiss that makes me sigh against his mouth. When he pulls back, his face is full of love and life, and I damn near cry when the bastard whispers, “You’re my world, Silver Gage. I love you.”

I make a funny little sound that he grins at, and I sniffle before I can actually cry, confessing, “I loveyou.”

He laughs that laugh I love so much and mutters, “I’m glad. That would make this all awkward otherwise.”

Grinning, I kiss him again just as his cock slides from my body, leaving me trembling with aftershocks and dripping combined mixtures of bodily fluids. When we separate, I look down at myself and wrinkle my nose, muttering, “I need a shower.”

The twins laugh from where they’re sprawled lazily in the nest, waves of amusement and love flooding our bonds and filling my heart to bursting. Munro snorts against my shoulder, still clinging to me, and mutters, “We made a mess of you, for sure.”

“I’ll take her,” Pace suddenly offers, and I look up to find him already standing to my right, hand out ready for me to take.

With a kiss to my shoulder and a whispered, “Love you, princess,” Munro slips away and falls into the nest with a tired groan that makes my lips twitch. Aero lands beside him, slinging his arm over his face, just as he says, “I’m going to need you to bite me at some point, Pace.”

“That a kink of yours?” Munro quips like a smart-ass.

Aero smacks him with the back of his hand on his chest and leaves it there like he’s zapped of energy. “No, you asshole. As soon as Pace bonds with Silver, he needs to bite me so I can feel her in my chest like the alphas can.”

I warm from head to toe then, and the twins send me matching looks of understanding before Rage offers, “We’ll bite you, too. Might make the bonds stronger for you guys.”

Munro huffs and mutters, “Well, count me in then. Just don’t bite me somewhere weird.”

They all laugh, but Pace is reaching for me before I can listen some more, swooning at their casual discussion of forming bonds with one another just so they can share something with me, too.

Hauling me into his arms, Pace picks me up and cups my ass in his hands as he carries me from the nest and our pack, my legs wrapping around him like that’s where they’re always meant to me. Pace doesn’t seem to give a shit about the mess I’m currently in, still dripping liquid from my body. He simply carries me with ease to the attached bathroom and shuts the door the moment we’re standing in the simple room fitted with a bath, shower, sink, and toilet.

“How’re you feeling, Tink?” he asks me, his voice a deep rumble that makes me shiver.

“Best I’ve felt in a long, long time,” I answer honestly, my fingers playing with the hairs on the back of his head while I run my eyes over his relaxed face. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve finally found my home,” he answers sweetly, turning his face up to me with a smile that could slay enemies and steal the hearts of women all over the world. I melt for him, my own smile forming, and I lean in to kiss that smile right off his face, wanting it for myself.

Pace rumbles a sexy sound against my mouth before he starts purring, hugging me tight to his bare body as he walks to the shower and turns it on, all without separating his mouth from mine. He’s devouring me still as the water heats, filling the room with steam, only breaking apart to carry me into the shower carefully.

Warmth hits my back instantly, the hot water cascading over my body in a way that makes me groan, and Pace chuckles as he lifts me higher on his waist and locks my legs behind him so he can roam his hands over my back.

“Feel good?” he asks, still purring.

“Mhm,” I mumble, tilting my head back into the spray and wetting my knotted hair.

“Are you sore?” he asks, hands kneading my lower back before dipping lower to dig his fingers into the cushioned flesh of my ass. He doesn’t mean it to be sexual, massaging my body with strong, perfect pressure, but I’ll be damned if every touch doesn’t wake me up as though I haven’t had my brains fucked loose by four other men.

Shaking my head and tightening my legs around Pace’s waist, I breathe, “Not sore, no.”

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