Page 95 of The Pack Next Door
Cool fingers that had been torturing my breasts moments before tilted my head upwards. Golden eyes I could fall into stared into mine. The other hand slid between my thighs, making me squeak as he found my clit and then his fingers moved in ponderous circles. I felt every single second of his caress.
“You’re going to come again,” he said. “You’re going to come again, and as your cunt flutters around his cock, that’s the moment he’ll surge upwards and force you to take his knot.” His mouth moved closer, until it hovered over mine. “You’ll think you can’t take it, fight it, but it's a fight you need to lose if you want to win the war. I’m going to count down from five now.”
“Why?” I panted. “My body doesn’t work like that.”
“Yes, it does.”
His sharp smile, those fangs, it had me reconsidering everything I’d ever thought possible. “One…” Fingers moved slightly faster, a sharp edge forming to that pleasure. Mads moved in small pulses, teasing me with every stroke. “Two…” Gideon’s caresses picked up a pace, my heart rate going with it. “Three…” A little pinch of the hood, pleasure and painexploding. “Four…” The blunt pad of his thumb slid across my clit, finding a terrible rhythm.
Damn him, he was right.
“I’m…” Words failed me as Gideon stared, his smile widening. Mads thrust in earnest. Each heavy drag of his cock brought a blunter, more expansive pleasure that had me doing exactly what Gideon described. My cunt twitched, pulsed, gripping Mads, as if terrified he’d pull free of me, but that was never going to happen.
“Five, omega…”
Gideon lunged forward, his fangs grazing my lips, right before he kissed me hard, swallowing down my shout. The two of them worked together, destroying me with pleasure. Too much, too much! That was my frantic thought, right before I felt it. A pleasure, a pressure, and then an almost audible pop, right before the knot lodged deep inside me.
“Oh gods…”
My grin was sloppy, my eyes barely able to open as all was right in the world. I was held close by my alpha, another using his clever fingers to prolong this sensation, then push it to new heights. Orgasm begat orgasm, forcing me to struggle to take a breath, right before Mads let out a roar.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Gideon’s hand went around his brother’s throat. I heard the snap of my alpha’s jaws, knowing he went to bite me. I couldn’t even feel concerned by it, the bliss I was feeling so expansive. It incorporated every single one of them and I needed them to join me in it. Gideon’s focus was dragged right back to me as I kissed him hard. His grip on Mads was forgotten as he focussed entirely on me.
“Need you…” I gasped between kisses. “Gideon, I need?—”
“Right here, omega.”
He went to stroke his cock, no doubt to splatter me with his seed, but the days of that being enough were gone. My hands snapped out, dragging him closer so I could swallow as much as I could of his cock.
Which meant I needed to confront this.
I’d idly wondered if Gideon was proportional everywhere, and now I knew. Too long, too thick, I’d never be able to do more than fit the head in my mouth, and that had me grunting in frustration. My attempts to claw him closer earned me a stroke of fingers through my hair.
“That’s enough…” he rasped. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re killing me, Briar.” My name had me looking up the line of his body to see the evidence of it for myself.
Had a man ever looked at me with such gentleness? Had former lovers ever watched every damn thing I did with complete fascination. If they did, I didn’t remember it. His expression was beautiful and terrible all at the same time, because as I gave his knot a squeeze, I saw the exact same exquisite agony I was feeling. A connection snapped in place then, one tentative and fragile, right before his cock pulsed and then shot rope after rope of cum down my throat.
Sometimes the relief from pain is the most intense pleasure. Still locked down inside me, Mads lowered me to the bed and held me close. Hands stroked my sides, allowing my eyes to fall closed for just a second.
“We’ve got an hour or two before the heat hits you hard again.” Mads wriggled his hips, provoking very distracting sensations. “Longer if we stay like this.”
“Like this…” I agreed, my eyes falling closed. My body was heavy, my mind quiet for once. “Just like this.”
And that was how the next day or two went, until finally my eyes opened to find Jace sitting in front of me, a bowl of soup and some water.
“Hey, think you can get some of this into you?” My stomach rumbled in reply for me. His grin was brilliant and a little worn at the edges, fading when he saw me falter trying to get out of bed. I was plucked off the mattress and into his arms, settling down on his lap. “Water first.”
He uncapped the bottle and pressed it to my lips and that’s when I realised how bloody thirsty I was. Gulp after gulp of delicious water, it was like I could feel it coursing through my veins.
“And some soup.”
A spoon hovered before my lips.
“You don’t have to feed me like a child.”
My voice sounded terrible. Having back-to-back screaming orgasms could do that to a girl.
