Page 50 of Pack Baines

Juno’s moans grow louder and louder as she chases her orgasm, her speed quickening enough that I grit my teeth against the release I can feel building at the base of my spine.

“More,” she moans. “I need more.”

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I grit, my hands reaching for her hips before my brain can fully comprehend the movement. With her flesh between my fingers, I lift Juno only slightly before I start thrusting into her tight, greedy body.

“Geo,” she mewls beautifully, right before she tilts forward and slaps her hands against my chest. Icy-blue eyes peer down at me, filled with desire and something soft that I want more of, and I get lost in the look she’s giving me as I fuck into her like a man possessed. “Just like that. Fuck, yeah, right there.”

I follow her instructions, taking her lead, as I pump in and out of her. Slick runs down my shaft and over my thighs, and I groan as my balls tighten in warning, my own climax racing me toward the finish line. That won’t do at all. So, with a determination to get my girl off, I slide one of my hands between her legs and begin circling her clit with enough pressure that she damn near screams.

“Come for me, Firecracker,” I demand roughly, my voice gritted with arousal and strain. “Let me feel you pulsing around me. Soak my cock, baby.”

Sure enough, I feel Juno’s walls tighten around me, her sounds of pleasure filling the room around us. More slick pools from her body, and I pick up my pace when I feel the first tremble run through her. My thumb circles a little faster against her clit, a little firmer, and I almost choke on my next breath when she tightens further, strangling my cock in the best way possible.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me,” I damn near fucking snarl, at the end of my tether, so heavily in lust for this girl that Ineedher to come before I do.

I’m thanking whatever deity exists that my girl is, apparently, into dirty talk, because the first flutters of her orgasm hits mere seconds before she fully clamps down on me with a sharp cry and a hunch of her shoulders.

Her orgasm hits her so hard and fast that I don’t have time to brace myself, and I shoot up from the nest of pillows and blankets in time to band my arms around her, crushing her chest to mine as I cement my mouth to hers in a carnal kiss while my balls tighten the same moment streams of my cum shoots into her body with waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.

I have no idea how long it lasts, only that I don’t want it to stop, our combined release making us both breathless and damp with sweat. There’s a mess between us, a mixture of slick and cum, but I couldn’t give any less of a shit while I stay buried deep inside her as I release years of pent-up need for her, all while her body rocks and trembles with her own orgasm.

It takes a moment for us both to come down from that high, our kiss turning sloppy with the need for air. I feel like a fucking king, though. I’m on cloud nine, like I’ve taken a hit of the good stuff, floating on a high that can’t be dampened. Because not only do I have Juno in my arms, but I just broke her heart spike without the use of anything but my very beta body. Fuck. Yeah.

Our lips remain brushing as she slings her arms around my shoulder and wraps her legs around my lips, sitting on my lap while keeping my still-hard cock inside her spasming warmth.

As soon as I’ve caught my breath, a giddy feeling swarms my body and I quietly ask, “How’re you feeling now, Firecracker?”

“So much better,” she answers easily, her breath skating over my lips, smelling of ripe pineapple, freshly cracked coconut, and subtle hints of vanilla. Her sinful mouth turns up into a smile, that quickly morphs into a grin, and I’d feel stupid for the way my ownmatches hers if I wasn’t feeling the best I’ve ever fucking felt. “How are you feeling?”

I shrug a shoulder, playing coy for only a moment, before I blurt, “Like I want to spend the rest of my life between your thighs.”

Fuck me left and right if she doesn’t beam at me, the fog of her heat spike slowly dissipating and leaving a freshly fucked and addictively happy little omega on top of me. I could get used to this. Hell, what am I saying? I’m already used to it. I’m ruined. Destroyed for any other person in the world. The woman has me so thoroughly tied in Juno-shaped knots that it would take death to remove them. Maybe not even then.

“You’ll have a fight on your hands if you try to hog that particular spot,” she teases, her body slowly but surely relaxing on top of me, one of her hands reaching for what little hair I have at the nape of my neck and scratching her nails through it.

Groaning, my eyes fall closed as I wrap my arms tighter around her, drawing her impossibly closer, I mutter, “Fine, I’ll share with those assholes. But only because you subdued me into submission.”

“Neck and hair scratches have always been your melt button, ever since we were kids,” she laughs softly, her other hand drawing gentle little patterns into the skin of my back.

“Mhm,” I answer, because that’s all I’m capable of. I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven or something, and I daren’t do anything to stop Juno from touching me like this. Hell, she can touch me anyway she pleases, so long as she keeps doing that.

I’m so lost in her touch that it takes me a moment to realize she’s spoken again, and my eyes flutter open to find her beautiful smile and sparkling, pale-blue eyes watching me.

“Hm?” I ask, still wordless and caveman-like.

Juno laughs, and it tightens her walls around my only slightly softened cock, and my arms clench around her as my body shivers with a fresh wave of arousal. I ignore it for the moment,listening to my girl when she asks, “What room are we in? I didn’t see where you carried me.”

I suddenly turn sheepish. If I were thinking straight, I would have carried her into my room. As it was, the nest the guys and I have built for her was closer, if not by a single door. My desperation for her sent me charging right into the room we’ve all been building for her since we moved in, only freshened up with clothes from each of us so our scents would cling to the pillows and blankets we’ve built into a large nest that takes up most of the room.

Clearing my throat and blushing hard enough that my cheeks burn, grateful that the darkness hides it from her, I slowly confess, “A nest. Your nest.”

I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting, maybe the tensing of her body, a jerk back of surprise, something that tells me she’s uncomfortable or unsteady with the confession. I mean, this is happening very quickly, but we’ve always known Juno was ours. She belongs with us. So, building her a nest in whatever house we’ve lived in was never in question. Juno has always had a place with us, even when she wasn’t here with us physically. We always planned on forming a pack with her, and no one else.

“This is mine?” she breathes, awe staining her voice, and it’s me who tenses with shock.

I’m nodding, confused and more than a little hopeful. “All yours, baby.”

“Holy shit, I have a nest?” she proclaims, almost giddy. “Is that why it smells like all of you? To comfort me?”

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