Page 149 of Pack Me Up
She doubles her efforts, and soon enough, Fox comes, and Brittney groans like it’s the finest wine.
I free one hand and let it drift down the line of her spine, cupping her ass, squeezing just enough to remind her I’m still there. Colton’s hand slides over mine, his grip warm and solid, and Fox takes the cue. He tucks Brittney’s face into his neck andstrokes her hair, humming something low and sweet that I’ve never heard before.
We hold her like that for a long time, every breath syncing up, every heartbeat a tiny anchor.
Eventually, Brittney starts to go boneless, her eyelids flickering, her words turning to mush. “M’sleepy,” she mumbles into Fox’s chest.
He smiles, all soft edges. “We’ll keep you safe.”
She nods, already half-gone.
I can feel Colton’s knot start to soften, the tension draining out of him as he slumps into the nest. He wraps his arm around Brittney’s waist and tugs Fox in tighter, until the three of them are smashed together, sweat and scent and skin inseparable.
I keep my own knot buried in her as long as I can, the stretch of her ass and the pressure of the pack holding me steady. When it finally eases, I don’t pull out right away. I just lay my body over all of them, a blanket of muscle and bone, and breathe her in.
Brittney’s breathing is deep and even now, her face relaxed, her arms still latched tight around Fox’s waist. Colton’s heartbeat thuds steadily against her cheek, and I know mine is doing the same on her back.
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PHOENIX PACK SECURITY BRIEF #151
PROGRESS REPORTS FROM SECURITY TEAMS HART AND TURNER
June 28rd
Brittney needs to eat, so I’ve made some food for her. I’m bringing it and trying to think of creative ways to get her to eat. I step into the nest room and it’s rich with the haze of Brittney’s scent and the sharp, predatory tension of every mate on alert. The fairy lights are turned down to a dull ember, painting slow gold over sweat-slicked pillows and the glimmer of her bare skin. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth before I even cross the threshold.
She’s sprawled at the heart of the nest, knees open, hair a dark halo across the mess of comforters. Her ribcage is trembling with every shallow breath. Each inhale draws the air down to a hot spike, every exhale laced with a whimper meant to break us. She’s not making a show of it. Her body is just running the program.
I cross the room, the air vibrating louder with every step. Brittney’s eyes track me, pupils gone obsidian, mouth slack and shining. She’s just a single nerve ending, waiting to be touched.
I kneel at the edge of the nest. My knees sink deep into the crushed down fleece, and I put a hand on her forehead. Her skin doesn’t feel as hot as it has in the past six days.
“I think her heat might break soon,” I tell the others.
Brittney grabs my hand and drags it towards her perfect pink pussy that’s soaked with slick. I use two fingers to slip into her heat.
She whimpers, nods, then grabs my wrist with both hands. She’s shaking, nails digging half-moons into my forearm.
Saint’s mouth drags up her throat, and he makes a single low sound, more warning than comfort. He shifts his grip, freeing up one hand to thread through her hair, the other sliding down to press flat over her navel.
“Don’t tease,” he says, and that’s for me.
I don’t. I pump the two fingers inside, easy, and she clamps down like she wants to break them off. Her whole body is a circuit, and my hand is the fuse. I start to move, slow at first, thumb brushing her clit on every pass.
She comes apart so fast I almost miss it.
Saint’s mouth is on her ear, murmuring praise and filth, alternating between the two in a rhythm.
“That’s it. Take it. You’re so good, omega. Ours. All ours.”
She’s still coming when I pull out, fingers shaking. She slumps forward, but Saint catches her, cradles her head like she might shatter if he lets go.
I bring my fingers to my mouth without thinking. The taste is electric, like the sweetest toffee covered in chocolate.
Saint watches, eyes half-lidded, approving. Then he shifts Brittney in his arms, laying her down onto the nest like she’s royalty. He traces her jaw with his thumb, then leans in, catching her mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.
I watch them, chest tight, stomach a knot of envy and awe. I want to be the one who wrecks her. I want to be the one she reaches for when the world is spinning.
