Page 171 of Pack Scratch Fever
Scents swirl around me until I’m not sure who I’m touching or tasting. I only know that I’m connected to the three of them in my heart and body.
Soon, it will be in my soul, too.
There’s no reason for us to be apart anymore after my confession.
My inner Omega knows she has found her mates—and she’s growing inpatient.
They’re seen all of me and accepted me.
I’m ready to be tied to them permanently.
Poe is the first one to take me. He slides into me slowly, keeping his grey eyes locked on mine as he pushes into me, his cock filling me deliciously.
“I need you to mate me,” I whisper, and the room grows still.
Poe freezes mid thrust, and I whimper, my cunt clenching his cock desperately.
His catmint scent fills the air, and I drink in his aroma greedily.
“Are you sure?” he asks in a strained whisper. “We don’t have to. We’ll wait as long as you need.”
But I can feel his cock start to inflate from just my words. I gasp and arch my back, and he begins to thrust again, drawing pleasure from me.
“I’m sure. I want you first,” I breathe.
His pace quickens, the bed frame squeaking with his movements, and he lets out a guttural groan.
With one final slam of his hips, his teeth sink into my mating gland, and I cry out from the instant orgasm.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
Poe is everywhere inside my soul, the core of who he is flowing through my bloodstream.
“Mine,” I gasp out, as he groans.
“Yours,” he confirms with a slam of his hips. “Yours, Omega. Always.”
His cock fully inflates, spurting cum into my womb, and our mating bond forms.
I see everything he’s hidden from me.
I sense his insecurities, his loneliness, and the deeply held belief that he’s never been good enough.
The belief that mirrors mine so greatly.
Seeing those pieces, the ugly parts that hurt him as much as they hurt me, makes me love him more.
He’ll take care of these parts of me, just like I’ll treasure those parts of him.
It takes hours for him to pull out of me, both of us just enjoying the newly completed mating bond.
But there are two other Alphas I desperately need.
When Poe is finally out of me, his cock soft and his knot deflating, Maddox joins me in my nest. He takes his time tasting me, his spicy ginger and pepper scent making my head swim.
“I’ve wanted this since the day I met you,” he growls as he slides into me. “To stuff you with cum while I give my soul to you.”
He’s rougher than Poe, and he grunts while slamming into me, his cockhead hitting the sensitive spot inside me. He’s impatient when he bites down on my gland, and I scream in pleasure, twitching and shaking in his hold.
