Page 92 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

She scrambles to obey, bracing herself, mouth already open in anticipation. Her fingers dig into the muscle of my thighs as I nudge forward, feeding her the tip slowly, watching her eyes flutter as the heat of her mouth wraps around me.

“Just like that,” I hiss, curling a hand in her hair. “Let me use this mouth, baby. Don’t worry about a thing. You’re doing so good.”

At the same time, Cam presses in from below. I watch the moment he breaches her: the stretch, the tremble in her thighs, the cry that rips from her throat around the head of my cock.

“Jesus,” I bite out, my hips jolting forward on reflex. “You feel that? You’re stuffed full, baby.Fuck, you were made for this.”

Cam groans, his palms gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight. Fuck—she’s dripping. Omega perfection.”

He begins to move, his cock dragging deep with every stroke. She moans again, helpless now—her jaw slack, eyes glassy, pinned between two alphas and completely undone.

“My god, Aimee. You’re taking us so well,” I praise, cupping her face and angling her deeper onto me. “Taking everything we give you.”

Her mouth is hot and wet and so fucking perfect that I have to hold myself back from fucking her throat like I want to. Instead, I guide her: rolling my hips gently and letting her feel the weight of me. Cam picks up his rhythm, and I canfeelthe way she tightens with every thrust.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, pounding into her now. “This sweet pussy’s gonna milk me dry.”

She keens, whimpering, tears in her lashes, but her body never stops moving. Her thighs tremble, and her fingernails bite into my skin.

“You close, baby?” I murmur, brushing a thumb across her flushed cheek. “Need to come again with both our cocks inside you?”

She moans around me, frantic little nods, and I feel it: the flutter of her throat, the arch of her back, the sharp, omega-pitched cry as she clenches around Cam and shatters with a muffled sob.

“Oh, fuck—fuck,” Cam curses, slamming deep as he spills into her, his grip brutal now, cock buried as his knot swells but doesn’t lock. His whole body trembles with restraint as he pours himself into her, hips rolling through it, breath ragged.

I can’t hold back.

“Eyes on me,” I growl, pulling just far enough from her lips so she can blink up at me. “You want me to come in that gorgeous mouth?”

She whimpers again, then nods. She opens her mouth wide, tongue out, and that’s it. That’s the fucking end of me.

I fist my cock and spill across her lips, her cheek, her tongue; white-hot and endless. She holds my gaze as I pant above her, chest heaving, and then sink to my knees beside her again, dragging her in for a messy kiss. She melts into it, lips soft and wet, her whole body trembling with the aftershocks.

Cam pants through the comedown, arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

“I’ve got her,” I murmur, pulling back from the kiss, voice raw. “Let’s lie down, yeah?”

He nods, then gently helps shift her body. She’s not fragile, but right now, she’s soft and boneless and dazed with pleasure: a wrecked, glowing omega. We move together, guiding her down onto the pillows, and she makes a sleepy sound when her head hits the mattress, eyes fluttering shut.

“Still with us, baby?” I ask, brushing the hair from her damp forehead.

“Mhm,” she hums, eyes cracking open just a little. “S’good. So good.”

Cam leans in and kisses her shoulder, then her temple. “You did amazing, sweetheart.”

“Still full,” she murmurs, blinking up at the ceiling.

“I’ll get a towel,” I say quietly, pressing one last kiss to her lips before slipping off the bed.

The light from the ensuite casts a faint glow as I grab a warm washcloth and wet a towel. I return to find Cam holding her close, stroking her hip and murmuring in her ear. She’s limp in his arms but smiling now, slow and satisfied.

“Let me clean you up,” I whisper.

She nods without resistance, legs falling open just enough to let me between them. I move gently, carefully wiping her inner thighs, the slick mess between her legs, the lingering evidence of both of us. She whimpers, but doesn’t pull away.

“I know,” I soothe. “Almost done, baby.”

I finish with a clean towel, patting her dry, and Cam helps shift her into a more comfortable sprawl against the pillows. I climb back in beside her, wrapping myself around her opposite side. Cam’s still spooned behind her, arm draped over her waist, and her fingers find mine under the blanket and squeeze.

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