Page 26 of Pack Baines

Leylan groans against my mouth, his own hands framing my face as he kisses me like a man starved for affection, something I’m all too willing to offer. He trails his tongue over my lower lip, wordlessly seeking entrance, and I allow it easily. Our tongues tangle, the taste of him drawing out a moan as though I haven’t just had an orgasm that blanked my mind for a few seconds.

“She’s tightening around me again, bro,” Low huskily notes, his fingers still buried to the webbing inside me. “You want another one, Angel? Give me the go ahead and I’ll make you come again.”

I’m nodding against Leylan without removing my mouth from his, clutching at his head to keep him right where he is, humming my consent against his lips. “Mmhm.”

“God, yes,” Lowie groans, right before he starts manhandling me into a different position.

I’m suddenly partially on my belly, my right leg raised while my left lies straight along the couch. It offers Lowie room to do whatever the hell he wants with me but still leaves Leylan enough space to kiss me stupid, our scents mingling into our kiss that quickly turns carnal.

“Lift that tight ass a little, Juniper. Present for me,” Lowie growls, and something DNA-deep inside me reacts before my brain can catch up. My hips are raised before I know it, the blood in my veins thrumming with anticipation and the omega-need for approval holding her breath for a praise that comes a moment later. “That’s it. Good girl, Angel. Good fucking girl. My pretty little omega.”

And then he’s spearing me with his fingers again while those words rock my world harder than a category-five hurricane, gathering the wetness between my legs and using it as lube as he pushes inside me. I’m gasping against Leylan’s mouth, kissing and moaning, and pushing my hips against Lowie’s hands, seeking that blissful ledge once more.

“Rub her clit, Ley,” Lowie demands, pulling out, only to push back in with an extra finger, stretching me so good that I mewl loudly. Ley groans at the same time as Lowie, his fingers reaching for my sensitive clit as Lowie’s pumping fingers quicken in pace then he says, “That might be an even prettier sound than your whines, Angel. I could listen to them all day while I fuck you like this.”

My pussy clenches around his fingers, and my hand tightens in Leylan’s hair, his kisses growing harsher and more demanding. A surprise from Leylan, but fuck if it doesn’t make me hotter, wetter, and needier for them both.

“Give it to me, Juno,” Lowie demands as he finger fucks me into the couch, grunting and groaning his approval at the sounds thatslip from my mouth and fall directly into Leylan’s, the two giving me no chance to come up for air. “Come for us, Angel. I want to feel that pussy clamping around me again.”

And, like his words hold the power over my climax, I’m falling again, a rippling orgasm flooding my body while Leylan swallows my scream of pleasure as he circles my clit until I’m trembling between them both with an afterglow, a sleepy but sober mind, and a sated body that isn’t riddled with cramps and intense pleasure.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Lowie whispers, leaning against my back and kissing my temple as I come down from the high of my release.

“You’re so beautiful,” Leylan quietly offers, stroking his clean fingers over my cheek as he smiles somewhat shyly down at me. Not sure how he can be shy after what he and his brother just did to me, but it’s endearing enough that I smile back, tugging him into a softer, more intimate kiss that has me sighing against his lips.

When he pulls back, he nuzzles my nose before addressing his brother over my shoulder. “Let’s get her to bed. She’s going to go through a come down any second, and she’ll be better cuddled up in a bed, warm and comfortable.”

I feel Lowie nod before I’m scooped up in his arms once more. My head falls to his shoulder, and I sigh as a strange sort of contentment swaddles me into a blissful state of happiness. “Let’s get you back in bed, huh? And tomorrow, we’re all gonna sit down and have a long, overdue chat about everything over breakfast. Any objections?”

I’m sure I’d have some if I wasn’t floating in a funny little space I’ve never felt before, but I don’t. I’m happy enough to agree, nodding against his shoulder. I’ll worry about it all tomorrow, when the sun is in the sky and the overwhelming need to bolt will flood my mind.

But for now, I’ll agree to whatever Lowie wants if it means he keeps holding me like he is. I’m still floating as he cleans me up,Leylan places a pair of boxer shorts on me, and they both place me in bed beside a snoozing Geo once more. The two make to leave the moment I’m bundled up, but I find my voice before they’re gone, whispering softly. “Can you stay? Please?”

They don’t bother uttering a word, Leylan slipping in between Geo and me, while Lowie curls around my back, hugging me tightly from behind. Sleep comes bounding toward me relatively quickly the moment they’re settled beside me, only paused when Geo turns and slings his arm over Leylan to grab at my waist, squeezing us all together. It’s nice, really fucking nice, and I give myself over to the warmth and fuzzy emotions that fill my mind as I settle in for a few more hours sleep.

Before the darkness claims me, I feel Lowie press a kiss beneath my ear, and whisper, “You’re ours, Juniper. And you’re not going anywhere ever again, I’ll make sure of it.”

I fall asleep smiling, knowing Lowie has no idea how happy that threat and promise makes me. I guess it’ll all come out at breakfast tomorrow. Lord help me.

Chapter 11

Juniper

The next time my eyes open, it’s to find the morning rays of sunshine scattered on the floor of the room I’m in. My body is warm but comfortable, relaxed and at ease, even as I feel the body wrapped around my back tug me closer to his hard body.

“We should get out of bed,” Leylan sleepily notes, though he makes no move to actually release me, one of his arms banded under my breasts while the other acts as my pillow. In fact, he cuddles deeper into my back, his warmth settling into my bones, a content sigh slipping from my mouth. I don’t actually remember the last time I felt this relaxed, this at ease.

Well, actually, that would be a lie.

The last time I felt like this would be eight years ago, when I was lying on a picnic blanket surrounded by my guys, looking up at the stars and wishing on every one of them for an escape from the pack that birthed me. The last time was with the guys who’d wipe my tears when I was hurt, who taught me how to ride a bike and then laughed when I fell off straight after, who hugged me when I didn’t want to be hugged because they knew it was exactly what I needed.

“Five more minutes,” I whisper, turning within Leylan’s arms and tucking myself against his chest, head beneath his chin and sighing the moment I’m comfortable.

I smile when Leylan laughs, but he doesn’t fight my request, fitting his leg between mine and pressing the sweetest kiss to my head. I couldn’t say why tears spring to my eyes exactly, but they do, and I fight to ignore them while I soak in Leylan’s warmth and cedarwood and coconut scent that transports me to happier times.

I must fall back to sleep, cocooned in all things Leylan, because the next thing I know, there’s a hand stroking my hair back from my face and a handsome face with deep, ocean eyes and a head of honey-blond hair hovering to the side of the bed.

“There she is,” Creek whispers, tucking my unruly purple hair behind my ears while he offers me the smile that calms everything in my mind, body, and soul.

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