Page 25 of Pack Baines

Another cramp. Another whimper.

“Shit. Or you can let us take care of you right now, and then we’ll deal with the rest later,” he finishes quickly, inhaling deeply by mistake and groaning when he realizes how deep into whatever the hell is going on with me I am. “Fuck, Angel, just say the words and I’ll do whatever the hell you want, okay?”

A different set of hands pushes my hair from my face, and a softer look peers down at me as Leylan smiles with all of the gentleness he’s always possessed as he says, “I can go, let Lowie help you.”

I snatch his hand before he pulls away, and I’m shaking my head frantically, suddenly desperate for him to stay. This is fucking crazy. What the hell is happening to me? “Don’t. Don’t go.”

Leylan nods slowly, eyeing me intently, like he’s trying to make sure that’s really what I want. Then he asks, “You want us to help ease the ache, Juju?”

And I’m fucking nodding before I can even consider the ramifications of my decision. All I can think of is the ache deep within me, the emptiness between my legs, and the desperate need that rages inside me. I’ve been on suppressants since my designation came in, never once going through a heat in all the time I’ve known what I am, so this is all completely alien to me. I’m hot and aching, wet and needy, and the last thing I want is to lie in a tub filled with cold water. I might not understand entirely why my body is acting like a grade a fuckhead, but goddamn it if I’m not willing to take its lead to save me from an ice-cold bath.

“Please,” I beg around a desperate whine, yet another thing I’ve never done before. But, as though it opens the floodgates, more words start pouring from my mouth without my say so. “Please, it hurts. I need you.Please.”

Then my own hands are moving, scars forgotten while I raise my shirt higher as I seek the band of my panties. Inhibitions and dignity, who? Because I’ll be damned if they don’t both die a sudden and tragic death, leaving me wanting and wild enough that I don’t even hesitate to dip my own hand between my legs when the need builds to too much.

My fingers are met with wet heat, so slick that they glide through my folds with embarrassing ease. My hips shoot off the couch when the tip of my finger brushes over the sensitive hood of my clit, and the sound that comes out of me has both twins jumping into action.

“Fuck, Angel,” Lowie groans tightly, biting down on his lip as he watches my hand delve into my panties, his own reaching for the slick mess coating the front of the material and leaving a wet patch big enough that I’d be mortified of on any other day or time. “It’s okay. We’ve got you, okay? We’ll take care of you.”

I’m nodding rapidly, sliding my fingers through my slick, but before I can sink them any deeper, Lowie grips my hand and pulls it away. I moan in protest, but then he wraps his mouth around my wetfingers and a deep, guttural groan breaks free from his chest and I grow impossibly wetter.

“Shit, Angel, you taste like something I could get drunk off of. Piña Coladas and sugar,” he grits, licking his hand clean while a different set of hands reaches for my panties.

“Hips up, Juju,” Leylan commands almost sweetly, stroking his thumb over the skin of my hips before tugging my ruined boy shorts down my legs and throwing them somewhere behind him. I don’t know where, nor do I care, especially when Lowie slips his fingers through my heat a second later, the room dark enough that my scars pose very little worry. I might be mindless for lust right now, but I still know the moment they notice the scars, things will get weird and awkward. I don’t need that when I’m about to die from desire overload.

The next whine that crawls from my throat is louder and longer, pleasure rippling through me at a simple touch, and my hands clench on the couch beneath me as my hips raise to chase the feeling.

“You’re dripping, Juno,” Lowie breathes. “So fucking wet.”

“Lay her on her side,” Leylan instructs, his voice tight with desire. His boxers are tented, the tip of his hard cock peeking over the edge of his underwear, and my mouth waters with the sight of him. He’s built much like his brother, all toned and defined muscle, bodies like a swimmer’s. They’re both beautiful, but where Lowie’s hair is dark, Leylan’s is a lighter brunette, the only noticeable difference between the two. “Now lay behind her and put her out of her misery.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Lowie rumbles behind me the moment he’s framing my body with his. His hand is back between my legs from behind me a moment later, fingers gliding through my arousal, gathering as much as he can on his fingers before he reaches my entrance.

Before his fingers penetrate me, Leylan grips one of my legs, leaning it on his shoulder while Lowie takes hold of the other. I’m left open and vulnerable to them both, but the need warring inside meevaporates any discomfort or embarrassment. I just need them, their touches, their words, scent marks.Everything.

Just as another cramp rocks my body, my limbs tightening as my mouth parts with another sound braced on the tip of my tongue, Leylan leans in and steals it all. My sounds. My sanity. My ever-loving mind. And I don’t even care, because his warm tongue licks a line up my slick pussy, lapping up my arousal like it’s dessert. A moment later, he begins to purr, a rattle in his chest that seems only a little denser than his brothers, but no less alluring and comforting.

Easing effortlessly into the couch, lying between both brothers, I moan loudly as Leylan pulls away before pressing soft butterfly kisses down the length of my body despite the shirt covering most of me from him. It doesn’t stop him, his mouth moving south like he’s on a mission.

Before I know it, lost to his kisses, Leylan delves back in and swipes his tongue along my most intimate part, lavishing me with licks, kisses, and a suckle on my clit that almost has me bowing into him. At the very same time, Lowie sinks those devilish fingers inside my clenching pussy so slowly I could scream, pumping them once, twice, three times before his own purr begins and I’m trapped in a blissful box of sensation and need.

“You feel so good, Angel,” Lowie whispers in my ear as he begins fucking me with his fingers, his free hand pressed against my lower stomach to keep me in place against him, all the while his brother eats me out like it’s his sole job on the planet to do so. It has me riding the waves of pleasure with abandon, my moans and whines for more filling the room around us as a soundtrack that mingles with the wet pumping of Lowie’s fingers and the dirty sucking and licking sounds Leylan is making as he makes me lose my mind. “So wet. So hot, and tight. You’re squeezing my fingers like a fucking vise.”

Never in my life would I have thought Lowie would be into dirty talk, not that I’ve given itmuchthought, but consider me deliriously and happily surprised, because fuck me it’s good. I’malready coasting through waves of lust and desire, and the filthy words whispered in my ears, along with the sounds we’re all making, it has me spiraling toward a release I need more than I need my next breath. I’m no stranger to pleasure, having spent enough time getting myself off over the years, but it’s a whole new world when it’s someone you’ve been in love with since a young age giving you that pleasure. And it’s far more intense when that someone’s fingers are bigger than mine, stretching me far better than I ever could without the use of an omega-designed toy.

“I want you to come around my fingers, Juniper. I want to hear you as you lose control,” Lowie demands, voice hoarse and gritty with his own arousal, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t draw me nearer to that elusive edge.

Leylan continues to lap away at my pussy, groaning and humming against me, sending vibrations through my body. He flattens his tongue against me, and I buck against him, Lowie’s fingers sinking deeper. I’m moaning and panting, gasping for air while my body begins to rock between them both, seeking that release I’ll gladly start begging for if it means the whispers of cramps disappear.

Just as I’m about to start begging for more, the words on the tip of my tongue, Leylan wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves between my legs, stealing my air and sounds, my mouth parting with pleasure. He sucks my clit gently at first, Lowie’s fingers still pushing in and out of my body with slick sounds, and I feel the first pulls of an orgasm. It teases the edges, just out of reach, and my hand sinks into Leylan’s hair to draw him closer.

“More,” I whine breathlessly, wanton and very unlike myself. I mean, I’ve never been intimate with anyone other than my own hand, and yet here I am, begging for more pleasure while my body is ruled by the twins I used to dream of a happily ever after with all those years ago. Crazier yet is the sense of rightness that I feel while doing so, like between them is exactly where I should have been the entire time. “I need more.”

“We’ll give you everything you could ever need, Angel,” Lowie grunts, sinking his fingers deeper before crooking his fingers at the deepest point inside me, distracting me from the strange way his words sound. Like there’s a hidden meaning behind them that I can’t quite grasp. At the very same time, Leylan sucks on my clit so hard that I see fucking stars, and that orgasm that was only hovering at the edges sends me careening over the cliff’s edge with so much intensity that I’m sure I black out for a long moment.

My orgasm washes over me with a cry of relief and heavy doses of pleasure, my body shaking, trembling, and riding the pulsing waves of pleasure that roll over me like a welcome tidal wave. I’m still a little overheated but my mind is slightly clearer by the time I manage to control the afterglow shakes. Clear enough that when my eyes open, I’m met with a wild-eyed and grinning Leylan, his mouth coated in my release. He licks his lips, tasting me on him, and he hums with satisfaction before whispering, “You taste like my favorite flavor in the world, you know that?”

A sleepy smile tugs at my lips, even as I’m still sprawled out between them with all of me on display, but it doesn’t matter when the sweeter twin of the two leans in and kisses me without a single ounce of hesitation. I taste myself on him, sweet and tart, but mingled with his cedarwood and coconut scent that smells like home. It’s addicting, and intriguing, and has me pressing my hand at the back of his head to drag him closer.

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