Page 144 of Pack Me Up
“You’re so pretty when you fall apart,” Cody croons, licking the tears from her cheek. “You gonna make a mess for me, too?”
She can barely breathe, but she still tries to please us. Fox shifts out from under her so he can feed his cock into her mouth,and she sucks him like she’ll die without it, whimpering when he fucks her face. Cody pins her wrists, holds her still, whispering dirty praise in her ear.
I’m still locked inside, still throbbing, every pulse a fresh wave of pleasure. I watch her swallow Fox. When he comes, he roars, and Brittney finishes again, soaked and sobbing, trapped between us and loving every second.
We collapse in a pile, limbs tangled, sweat and cum and scent soaked into every fiber of the nest. Fox is first to move, grabbing a water bottle and pressing it to Brittney’s lips. She gulps, then coughs, but he soothes her, stroking her hair and whispering, “You did so well, songbird. You did perfectly.”
Cody finds a towel, wipes her down, careful and gentle, like he’s cleaning up a priceless sculpture. He kisses her hands, her knees, every patch of skin he can reach.
I hold her with my knot still inside her, arms wrapped around her, breathing her in. I can feel her heartbeat slowing, the panic and need replaced with a bone-deep calm, at least for a moment.
I know she will need more soon. This is only the beginning of her heat.
Hunter
PHOENIX PACK SECURITY BRIEF #149
PROGRESS REPORTS FROM SECURITY TEAMS HART AND TURNER
June 26st
I’m desperate for my mate.
The nest is full of her pheromones begging for me and my knot.
Fox, Saint, and Cody have been helping her for hours, but it’s not enough. She’s chewing through them, eating every drop of alpha and beta energy they put down, and still she claws at the air, moaning, whining, and begging for more.
Colton is pacing the room, as desperate as I am for her.
The next time Saint’s knot goes down, she’s ours.
I am done watching. My omega needs me.
We move as one, rolling up to the edge of the nest. The others sense the shift and start to ease back, Fox disengaging first, then Cody, then Saint, who pulls out with a growl, leaving Brittney gaping and shaking. Her pussy is a glossy mess. Her thighs are splattered with cum. She stares at us, wild-eyed, chest heaving, hands scrabbling for purchase in the tangle of pillows.
“Hey, trouble,” Colton murmurs, brushing the hair off her face.
She lunges for him, clutching his neck like she might drown. He kisses her, deep and messy, tongue everywhere, hands cupping her ass to haul her up onto his lap. She’s so small like this, knees drawn up, every bone shivering with adrenaline. Her scent spikes as she grinds on him, slick, making a filthy noise against his thigh.
I slide in behind, my body moving without input from the decision-making part of my brain. There’s nothing but skin and heat and the white-hot urge to claim, to take, to imprint every cell of her with my own.
“Alpha—” Her voice is a scrape, shredded raw.
“I know, hazel,” I say, steady and low. “We’ve got you now. Just let us take over.”
Colton gets her straddling him, his cock already lined up. He teases her, rubbing the head over her clit until she bucks, then slides in, slow and making her feel every inch. She sags in relief, head back, jaw slack. I watch the line of her throat as she swallows and the way my mark flexes there. She watches me over her shoulder, eyes begging.
I gather her slick and work myself hard, and line up behind her, thumb tracing the slick seam of her ass.
“Want it,” she whines. “Want both.”
Colton grins, mouth against her ear. “You hear that, Hunt? Our girl’s a greedy slut tonight.”
I smile. “She can take it,” I say, and I know it.
I push one finger in, then two, and she jerks, nails digging into Colton’s arms. He holds her steady, crooning filthy words while I work her open, knuckles deep and scissoring. Her ass is tight, hot, and a vice. She pants, sweat streaking down her spine, every shudder ratcheting my need higher.
“Almost there,” I murmur, and Colton lets go of her waist to brace her shoulders. She shakes, whimpering, but doesn’t back down.
