Page 8 of Pack Larsen

I’m already wet, soaked really, slick pooling between my legs and bringing with it strong doses of my scent, and the thoughts that flare to life in my mind the moment the tingling vibrations hit my clit just right don’t help the situation at all. Oh, no. They only fuel the desire thrumming through my veins, flashes of tatted flesh, of sexy alphas working hard in the sun, of dark-blue eyes, honey eyes, pale-blue, and even dark, almost black, eyes all filtering through my thoughts as I press the wand a little harder against my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant, my free hand going on adventure over my body until I’m wrapping my fingers around my breast and stroking my nipple with my thumb. Pleasure sparks through my body, a single pinch of my sensitive buds drawing a moan I can’t withhold.

As soon as that first moan slips free, it’s like a dam is broken, and I’ve completely forgotten that my house is no longer empty. Of course, my mind is filled with their god-sculptured bodies, the deep sound of their voices, and the flirty wink Aero sent me. I can still smell their scents, fainter outside but no less mouthwatering. Frosted plum, sweet and sugary for the omega, and a tangle of smoke and leather, wild mint, rhubarb, and even fainter pine and citrus, which I already know to be Munro. Hell, I could recognize his scent in my sleep at this rate.

Head filled with the pack that hates me, annoyed that it’s them I’ve conjured for tonight’s fantasies but not enough to fight it, I lose myself to the pleasure my thoughts and the vibration again my clit brings me. I notch the speed up a fraction, crying out shamelessly, pinching my nipple in tandem. I can feel the rush of liquid heat spilling from my pussy, slick coating my entrance and gliding down my asscheeks. Being a beta is fucking messy, but I’ve made peace with it. Especially when it feels so damned good.

Moaning loudly, a needy whimper slipping into the sound without my consent, I begin to rock my hips against the vibrator. My body is thrumming, already on the edge of my first release, and I chase it wantonly. I pleasure myself like I’ll die if I stop, crying out as arousal floods my body, my toes damn near curling into the blankets beneath me. And all the while, I’m thinking of muscled arms and large hands, how they’d feel on my feverish body, how they’d handle me, how they’d make me feel. My mind conjures several images of the five guys that now live with me, each one more salacious than the next, and I know right there and then that I’m fucked six ways to Sunday if they haven’t become my new spank-bank material.

My entire system comes alive, and I’m panting and mewling like a needy, little omega by the time I feel the first tickles of my release, images of each of their heads taking turns between my legs filtering through my mind like a highlight reel of things that never have and will never happen.

I chase that motherfucker like a fan girl gunning for her celebrity crush, notching the vibrator up another level, and I begin chanting like it’s my new mantra, “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, yes. Yes, yes,yes!”

It’s at the exact moment my orgasm hits me with all the force of a wrecking ball that there’s a knock on my door. The thunderous sound barely registers in my mind as my body quakes and trembles with my release, my cries turning into a silent scream as I lose my breath, and I turn the vibrator off while my body melts into the blankets and cushions around me.

“Either keep it down or knock it off. I’m already struggling to sleep without your sex sounds keeping me awake,” I only just hear snapped through the closed door, my heartbeat pounding hard enough to mute all other sounds for a brief moment.

Still fighting for air as my body slowly calms itself, aftershocks still shaking my body with lingering effects of an abnormally strong orgasm, I call back, “Try rubbing one out. That should help you get to sleep. It does wonders for me. As for the sound, might I suggest you invest in some ear plugs? I’m an omega who loves orgasms. Get the fuck over it, because I don’t plan on censoring myself in my own damned home. Now get lost. I still have several more orgasms to claim before I finally fall asleep.”

Instead of waiting for a reply or figuring out who it is disturbing mymetime, I turn the vibrator back on, almost drowning out the irritated growl with the gasp that slips free of my mouth when the vibrations hit my oversensitive clit.

I waste absolutely zero time in diving back into my self-love bubble, my moans and mewls coming out to play with very little effort. Maybe I overexaggerate them if only to piss off the jackass at my door, being extra loud for shits and giggles, but all but my arousal is soon forgotten when Merlin the Magic Wand does its job splendidly and sends me hurtling straight into another orgasm. It’s so sudden that I yelp, my thighs slamming together tightly, trapping the vibrator to my pulsing clit and prolonging my release until I’m breathless once more and there’s a puddle of slick and cum beneath me.

I have very little reprieve from the second orgasm before another is torn out of me, and I half wonder if I have a kink I didn’t know about. I have no idea if the member of pack Larsen is gone or he’s decided to linger and listen to the show I’m putting on, but, apparently, I seem to enjoy the idea that he could still be there. That my sounds are affecting him in some way. That there’s only a door that separates us.

My next climax has my back bowing off the godsdamned nest, my head tilting backwards with a long moan filled with curses and more chanting, and I have to work on unclamping my legs from around the wand long enough to pull it away from my soaked and trembling body.

It’s just as my thighs part and I drop the vibrator to the nest that I feel it. The shifting of air, the wave of a clean scent muted and almost suffocated by my perfume. The chill that comes with an opened fucking door.

Oh my god. I didn’t lock my door.

Blinking my bleary eyes open, my head lazily rolls to the doorway, finding it slung open wide with a furious Munro Villin standing there in his naked torso glory with every drop of ink on his torso on display. His sleep pants are slung low, two deep divots that disappear beneath them drawing my attention for a brief moment before my eyes snap back to his angry, dark orbs.

Raising an eyebrow and acting like it’s not a big deal that the thunder-cunt just barged into my nest while I’m naked, sweaty, and still dripping slick and cum, I ask, “Is there a reason for why you’re loitering in my doorway and panting like an angry bull with tented pants?”

Oh, yeah. Because that didn’t escape my notice either, despite the way my head feels like it’s floating in a sea of clouds. He’s pitching a tent, and an impressive one at that, but in the spirit of ignoring things, I’m starting with that.

When Munro doesn’t answer, simply glares sharpened daggers at me, I shrug and gesture my hands loosely. “If you’re looking for more advice, you’ll have to give me a minute. I think I just made myself see alternate realities or something.”

“I didn’t ask for advice the last time. I asked for help,” he seethes through gritted teeth, and I shiver at the grit in his voice that mingles well with his anger. Damn, if I wasn’t completely wiped, I’d have another go with Merlin while I imagined that voice saying sweet, dirty things to me.

As it was, my body is slowly succumbing to the exhaustion that previously evaded me, so I sling my arm over my face in an attempt to block out the asshole, uncaring and confident enough that my nakedness in front of him isn’t bothering me. The way he watches me like he wants to kill me is a note for concern, but fuck it. He can kill me after I’ve slept, I don’t even care.

“I’m not helping you with whatever issues you have right now, or probably ever. Shut the door on your way out,” I mutter around a yawn, every drop of energy that had been simmering through my veins now finally still. If Munro wasn’t still standing there like a perverted gargoyle, I would find clean blankets and pillows and fall into a deep sleep that would hopefully carry me into the late morning.

I hear the deep, heated inhale, followed by his breath pouring out of him in a rush of mumbled curse words before he demands, “Keep it the fuck down. I’m tired and I need to sleep.”

“I’ll keep it down when you remove that stick from your ass,” I quip tiredly, my eyes already closing, my mind slowly but surely trickling away into slumber. “Until then, kindly fuck off.”

His only answer is a low, threatening growl, and I snort before I descend into silence. I’m almost asleep, too, until the door shuts with a muted thud and I take a steadying breath before heaving myself out of the nest. I know I’ll regret falling asleep in a soiled nest, almost as much as I’ll regret that entire encounter in the morning.What the fuck happened to ignoring them, Silver, you dense bitch?

Fucking A.

Chapter 4

Aero

“Not to tell you how to live your life or anything, but I should caution you on your heavy handedness. Pretty sure Silver would be pissed if you broke her dishes,” I quip brightly, grinning when the broody beta glares at me like I’m a demon sworn to drag him back to Hell. Not completely out of the ordinary despite the brotherly love he holds for me, but I’m pretty sure I know what has him much more riled and ready to throw hands this morning.

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