Page 56 of Pack Favero

Flashing me a sassy grin, Zira saunters up to my brother with her wild mane of copper hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders, her cheeks bright red and beautiful, and she decrees, “You helped orchestrate this sneak attack. It’s a shame really. I had a lot of plans for the two of you. I guess it’s just going to be me and my fingers for the next five days then.”

My face slackens, any emotion I was wearing falling away as her words hit me, right before an inferno of arousal rushes through me with its scalding touch. I’m hard in an instant, even though I’m not completely sure I stopped being hard since before getting out of the car. Mac looks just as stunned and turned on, his eyes heating quickly as he stares at Zira, his lower lip tucked between his teeth.

She seems affected, too, her perfume carrying with the gentle wisps of wind that teases her hair, but before either me or my brother can grab her, the maddening omega turns and makes a run for it, running up the small incline that will lead her straight to the house.

A growl bubbles in my chest before I can stop it, and I share a quick look with Mac, seeing the same thing in his eyes reflected back at me. He nods once, and we’re both suddenly giving in to the urge to chase.

We’re rushing after Zira in a matter of seconds, chasing after her as she squeals with surprise and doubles her efforts when she realizes she’s started something with two alphas that have been desperate for her since the moment I knocked her with a door and broke her phone.

She doesn’t get far, not with her little legs and mine and Mac’s longer limbs, but she gives it a really good try. Mac catches her just as she reaches the first step that will lead her into the porch of the over the top lake house we frequent a few times every year, hauling her over his shoulder as she yelps with shock before she starts laughing.

Breathlessly and hanging down Mac’s back, she asks, “Is this where we get to the fun part now, or am I going to be tortured some more?”

“Oh, you’re going to be tortured, pretty girl,” I promise, a feral-feeling grin now plastered on my face, a rush of adrenaline burning through my veins. “But you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

And then Mac spanks her ass loud enough that the sound bounces off the trees, echoing all around us, before it’s followed by a sharp inhale and a soft moan from the omega who suddenly turns limp on my brother's shoulder.

Ah, so my girl likes to be spanked. That’s a very interesting thing to know.

While Mac rubs at her ass to soothe the pain of his palm against her rounded globes, he uses his other hand to unlock the door, his hand shaking slightly as he tries to pierce the lock with the key. He manages it without making it obvious that the adrenaline rushing through him is causing a tremble, my ownhands just as shaky, like seeing my omega running from me and starting a chase has set off something inside me I’ve never felt before.

There’s a new burning need boiling through my chest, a bone deep desperation that hooks into me and drags me toward my omega as she’s carried through the now open threshold of the lavish lake house.

Apparently, the same feelings are gunning through Mac, because as soon as he has the door open, he bypasses the tour entirely and carries her straight to the stairs where he takes them two at a time.

Zira is laughing as she bobs up and down on his shoulder, clueless to the animals she’s just unleashed, and I don’t bother fighting the grin that breaks free across my face. She’ll find out soon enough what causing a chase will result in, and the anticipation of it wrecks me in the best way possible.

As soon as Mac reaches the door to my room, the closest of the two of ours, he’s striding right to the bed where he launches Zira smack bang into the middle of it. She bounces with a breathless laugh, her legs falling open to bring a wave of her perfuming scent of banana split, squirty cream, and thick caramel.

The moment she’s sprawled on the bed, it’s almost like an animalistic switch in my brain is fully flipped, and a growl bubbles up in my chest as I stare at the beauty who played with the beasts and is about to learn the consequences of those actions. I’ve never been in a rut before, but there’s no denying that’s what this is. The burning need, the desperation, the ache in my gums for a bite that I want more than my next breath, it’s all consuming and it takes everything in me not to let it all override every rational thought.

Mac doesn’t seem to be faring much better, his whole body trembling with a suppressed need, and his voice comesout rough, gritty, and fucking unhinged as he damn near snarls, “Zira, you need to slowly leave this room if you’re not ready for what you just unleashed.”

He sounds so unlike himself that Zira gasps, a sweet, sexy little sound that does nothing to stave off the impending rut my brother and I are fighting. Swallowing hard and rubbing her legs together as though there’s an ache there she’s trying to appease, her hungry gaze darts between me and my brother before she breathes, “And what have I unleashed?”

Swallowing the dark rumble in my chest, I grind, “I didn’t realize seeing my omega running away from us would bring on a rut, but that’s what’s happening right now, pretty girl. And if you’re not ready for that, then you need to carefully slip through that door. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving for however long it takes to mark you up and make you ours. Officially.”

“Officially?” she asks with a tremor in her voice, though there isn’t an ounce of fear coming from her. The opposite, actually. There’s undeniable need to her tone, a close desperation to the feeling blazing through me like a wildfire. “As in, you think you’ll bond with me?”

“Don’t think. Know,” Mac answers shortly, jaw clenched as though he’s putting up a good fight in keeping himself pinned to the floor where he stands. “But you need to make up your mind, starlight. If you leave, we’ll shake this off and start again tomorrow. If you stay? You’re going to have my teeth buried in your flesh and bonded to me for the rest of our lives.”

He poses it like a threat. Or a warning. One that Zira only takes a second to consider before she sits up in the bed, reaches for the hoodie, and tears it from her body like it’s offended her. She follows it with her sports bra, slinging it across the room until she’s bare from the waist up, her petite breasts now on display to my hungry gaze. Her dusky nipples are pointed, taut with desire, and my mouth waters with a heady need to lave atthem. To suck and bite them until I lure out those noises I heard last night.

Then our omega distracts me when she kicks off her sneakers and socks before hooking her fingers into the waistband of those itty bitty shorts that slay me, slowly but surely tugging them down until she’s kicking them away with her panties, leaving her entirely bare and beautiful to my devouring gaze.

It’s when she leans back onto her elbows, displaying her body for us like a prize to be won, that she parts her thighs and whispers, “Do your worst.”

One glance at her slick-covered core, and we’re fucking goners. I have no idea which of us moves first, my brother or me, but we’re stripped and climbing the bed in record time, Zira’s wild eyes taking in each of us quickly but thoroughly. As she does, her perfume thickens even more, filling my room with her sweet, sugary aroma. Her chest begins to heave with her shallow breaths, and I dip my head with no warning to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.

I’m rewarded with her cry of relief and a pulse of her perfume, and I growl against her turgid nipple as I suck hard.

“Ford, fuck!” she cries, her hand finding the back of my head and tugging me closer, as though she’s trying to pull me impossibly closer.

The purr that rattles through my chest is choppy and rough, vibrating through my whole body, joined quickly by Mac’s own purr that matches mine. Zira’s hand tightens in the back of my hair, gripping as she cries out once more, her head falling back to reveal the expanse of her neck. My mouth waters around her nipple, a baser desire to bite coiling through my chest as I watch the pulse in her neck flutter rapidly.

Before I can lunge and bind the omega to me for life, the bed jostles as Mac joins us. He’s purring loudly, but doesn’tutter a single word. I’m not sure either of us could at this point, resorting now to grunts, growls, and snarls, the rut setting in and stealing our sanity with very little effort.

It’s only when Zira moans that a niggle of curiosity bleeds through the fog in my mind. My mouth pops off her swollen nipple wet with my saliva and I flash a sharp grin at the sight before looking down the length of her goddess-like body to find my brother probing at her entrance, gathering the slick heat pooled between her legs before sinking three fingers into her body at once.

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