Page 62 of Talk About… Secrets
“Fuck,” Beck cursed. I had a feeling his self-control was also nearing an end.
Spencer slid the head of his cock through my slick, teasing me with the swollen head until my fingers were clenched hard into the sheets.
Then he was fucking me, slow and deep, each stroke making me shudder and gasp.
He hooked a hand under my breasts, pulling me up so my legs were bracketed around his, bouncing on his cock while he nipped at my ear.
“So fucking perfect for us, freckles,” he husked. “Now, touch yourself for me. Make yourself come.”
I didn’t hesitate to slide my fingers down to my swollen pussy. My movements were jerky and fast, working myself up quickly in my haste to please him.
This orgasm was almost painful, the sensitivity too much to handle without falling apart.
The moment I clenched around him, Spencer bit my shoulder just under Drew’s bite.
“Right on my favorite patch of freckles,” he teased as he swiped his tongue over it. I barely felt the pain of that one, Drew and Cade’s reassurances enough to drown it out until Spencer’s presence locked its place right next to theirs.
I pulled his arm higher, biting down right on his wrist, marking him in the place he liked to nervously rub. It was the perfect spot to reassure my watchful beta when he needed it.
When he pulled out of me, gently shifting me onto Beckett’s waiting chest, I was barely coherent.
“Do you need a break, sweetheart?” my alpha rumbled, his fingers teasing up and down my spine.
“No,” I growled. “Need your bite, alpha.”
Great, the inner cavewoman was coming out. He just rolled us over before settling between my thighs.
“Need you so fucking badly, omega. If I’m not sinking into this sweet pussy I might lose my mind,” he grunted before doing just that.
He took it slow, the stretch making me whine. It didn’t hurt, it was fucking exquisite.
“More,” I begged, wrapping my legs around his hips and urging him deeper.
“I’ll give you everything,” he promised as his knot locked into place. My eyes rolled back in my head as he continued to push his knot deeper with shallow thrusts, rubbing it against my inner walls and making stars burst behind my eyes.
“Bite, alpha. Need it,” I whimpered again, nails scratching over his skin. My hand seeking out the other alpha. The moment my fingers met his skin, I skimmed my hands down until I wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with Beck’s thrusts.
Beckett’s teeth sank into my unclaimed shoulder, the intensity of our orgasms chasing away the pain and filling me with a sense of completion I never knew I needed. Drew painted my hip with his own release, my name on his lips matching the feeling growing through our bond.
They were all there, full of love and desire for me. Men who would never walk away from me or my baby.
This was pack. I would never have to face the world alone, again.
Grace
After Drew moved away, I’d never really put much stock into pack life and what it meant to bond. Sure, I knew the basics as an omega, but beyond that, I never wanted to dive deeper.
Now, I was learning that simply being around my pack, especially with their bites marking me, meant that I could feel them all the time. Our bond was growing stronger the more we tapped into each other.
Right now, my chest was lit up with four strands of contentment. We weren’t even doing anything exciting. Drew and Spencer cooked us all breakfast, Cade and I cleaned up, while Beckett worked on plans for the house.
Drew had drawn up several ideas and blueprints, and he was simply tweaking them, adding his own touches and making sure that everyone had a hand in the pack house.
While he worked, he’d look up, asking questions now and then, getting our opinions and advice before adjusting it.
From the man I first met to now, he was so different. I don’t know how I ever thought he looked intimidating at all.
A loud honk outside was followed by what sounded like a diesel moving closer, the loud, rumbling engine stealing the quiet of the moment.
