Page 51 of Pack Down Bad

My entire body burns with the need to touch, to claim, to give her everything her omega is begging for. But we need to do this right. None of us knows exactly how long her heat could last, and we could have mere hours or severaldaysof keeping her satisfied ahead of us.

Gathering her wetness with fingers from both hands, I hold them out for Percy and Rhys. Neither hesitates to suck the taste of our omega clean from my fingers.

Belle watches until she can’t take anymore and moans while reaching out for both of them.

They move to her with unpracticed choreography, doing what they can to please our omega with soft kisses down her neck and over her chest.

Using her wetness, I rub over her clit, playing with her. We won’t be able to force her to stay patient for us much longer, and I intend to do as much as I can to prepare her body for us. She’s made for this, but I won’t take any chances of hurting her.

Belle whines when I don’t give her what she wants quickly enough, arching her hips up to meet me, greedy for contact.

I just smirk and pin her down with one arm before moving my head back between her thighs. Slowly, I lick her entrance.

She doesn’t like my pace. Wanting more, she tries to arch toward me again, but I hold her firm against the mattress.

“Be still,” I murmur, letting my lips skim the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Let us take care of you.”

Rhys distracts her by leaning in to kiss her, helping her to relax under my touch. I suction my mouth over her clit briefly and watch the two of them devour each other.

Belle’s fingers twitch against my scalp when I move to trail more kisses along her thigh, slow and unhurried again.

Beside me, Percy leans in to admire my work, longingly looking like he wants his own taste.

“You want Percy to lick this pretty pussy for you, Omega?”

She temporarily breaks the kiss with Rhys to nod enthusiastically.

I switch places with Percy, letting him move in to get comfortable between her legs. Percy doesn’t tease her in the agonizing way I was. He dives in, eating her pussy like it’s the only thing keeping him from starving.

Her legs fall open even more, her body pliant and trusting in a way that cracks my chest open. I want to keep her forever.

Her pout turns into a soft, needy whimper. “Please...”

That word–please–cuts straight through me. “You need more, sweet omega? Want my cock in your mouth?”

Belle’s head is already turning to the side, lips parting in invitation. I shuffle around on the bed to strip out of my clothes and then kneel next to her waiting mouth. The moment I push past her lips, she tries to press forward to swallow as much as she can of my cock at once, but I fist her hair tightly in one hand to slow her down.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, baby girl.”

She doesn’t care, determined to take me deeper.

“Here, Snow Bunny,” Rhys says, leaning over Belle to put his mouth dangerously close to hers. “Let me show you just how Knox likes it.”

He’s taking a risk. Not all omegas are known for sharing during their heats, even in an established pack where sharing might be a more regular occurrence. An omega in heat can be just as territorial, if not more so, than an alpha in rut.

Rhys kisses the side of Belle’s face, and she freezes, eyes narrowing at the touch.

“Careful, Rhys,” I warn him.

He glances up at me with a cocky smirk, completely unfazed.

Well, I tried.

If Rhys pisses Belle off right now, he runs the risk of getting kicked out of the nest. Maybe that blow would settle his ego down a bit.

“Snow Bunny, want to share our alpha’s cock with me? I bet we can make him feel so good that he’ll be desperate to knot you,” he croons to her. The words seem to land exactly as he wants, her interest piqued.

Belle pops her mouth off of me and directs my length towards Rhy’s waiting mouth. My cock slides across his bottom lip and he swirls his tongue around the head.

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