Page 88 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
The penthouse was a different level of quiet. Percy had gone off to class as he usually did, and there was some super important meeting at the rink with the coaches and sponsors that Devin was handling—as much as he irritated me with his bossy nature at times, I fucking appreciated the hell out of him dealing with that shit. That meant it was just me, Mable, and Saint, and Mable was happily snuggled into her couch nest while we played a video game, which I was dominating.
“Ah, you dick!” Saint shoved me with his elbow while gripping the controller. “How do you keep getting all the blue shells?”
I laughed, leaning away from Saint as I maneuvered my Mario Kart around a penguin that was casually walking across the screen. We’d been playing for about an hour and a half now, and I was so much better at it than Saint. I’d tried to invite Mable, but she insisted that she needed to study and that she would be terrible at it.
“Ha! Sucks to be you, asshole.” The two of us kept teasing each other until I crossed the finish line again, only a second or two in front of Saint. “Ha, fuck yeah!”
Sighing, Saint tossed the controller to the side. “All right, I’m done getting my ass kicked for now.”
“Don’t be a sore loser.” I set my controller down, too, leaning back on my hands. “We can play something else.”
Mable hummed softly to herself, setting aside the book she’d been studying out of while we played. Okay,mostlystudying. I knew our game-playing had been a bit distracting. Saint looked up at Mable as I did, the sound of her textbook hitting the coffee table loud now that the game was paused. I smiled immediately, leaping from the floor to the free spot on the couch next to Mable.
“Are you done? You’ve been buried in that book forever.”
Rolling her eyes, Mable nodded. “Yes, I’m done. At least, I’m stopping. It’s a bit hard to concentrate with the Mario Kart tournament on.”
I laughed, a sheepish expression on my face. “Oops. But I can’t say I’m all that upset about you being done. Video games with Saint are hardly the best use of our time right now.”
Mable scrunched up her nose, looking past me at Saint. When I turned over my shoulder, he looked hilariously offended before standing up and sitting on Mable’s other side.
“Umm, excuse you. What do you have to complain about? You beat me every time.”
“That might be true, but I was buying time until our Mable was done studying. After all, we have the whole apartment to ourselves right now.”
“What do you—” But she recognized the look I was giving her, and an adorable blush colored her cheeks, that maple scent rising higher. “Oh.”
“Damn, Jasper. I was going to attempt to be a bit more suave than that, but…” Saint trailed his fingers up her arm, the touch light but unmistakable. “...I mean, we could.”
Mable’s scent, all syrup and sin, filled my nose, and I leaned into her neck, nuzzling in so I could bury my face in it. Video games are fun and all, but I wanted my Mable, our sweet little omega, who had felt so good before. And this time, I want to see how far she’d let us go.
Because I needed to feel her.
The others had had their chance, had been with her, and it was officially my turn. Saint could join in, too, I supposed. The thought of Mable taking us both was wildly hot, and if it made her feel good, I was all for it.
“Wow, that all came on so fast. Umm…Are…Are you sure you want to be doing this right now?” Mable’s pink cheeks darkened, and she ducked her head, not looking at either of us. “I mean, I’m getting more pregnant every day. It’s not like I can, umm, be all flexible and stuff. And the belly is pretty hard to ignore.”
Saint pulled Mable’s chin up only seconds before I was going to. “You’re perfect. We don’t want to ignore the belly, either. You’re growing a human in there. That’s damn impressive. We just want to make you feel good, Mable baby.”
“That and, I know I don’t only speak for myself when I say this”—Mable refocused on me, a little smile lifting the corner of her mouth—“you’re fucking hot. I’m dying to feel you, to have your scent cover me from head to damn toe. And the idea of you letting us both claim you right now. Mable, I could cut fucking glass with this thing.”
I gestured down to my erection, and Mable snorted, the laugh melting away her tension. The maple scent flared stronger too. She was getting hornier by the second, and I wanted that to keep going.
Leaning toward her so that I could whisper in her ear, I hovered my lips over the sensitive skin, using my other hand to trace circles over her neck, down to her collarbones, then chest, and finally over her nipple.
“Please, Maple girl, let us feel you. Let us make you feel so damned good. We’re so riled up for you.”
I had to hand it to Saint—he was right on board with what I was doing, mimicking my actions on Mable’s other side so that she was surrounded by us and our teasing touches.
“He’s right, which is fucking saying something. But we want you, precious.Ido. Can you handle us? Can you let usbothfeel you at the same time?” I muttered.
Mable couldn’t possibly turn a brighter shade of pink, but her scent was also reaching the stratosphere at this point. She looked between us, arching into our hands as we toyed with her nipples, and a soft moan broke free.
“Umm, oh god….” Her eyes hazed over, and Mable kicked off the blanket that had been covering her lap. “I…I’ll try darn it. I’ll trysohard.”
“That’s our girl,” I crooned into her ear, giving her nipple a little pinch that had her squeaking for me.
This is going to be so damn fun.
