Page 71 of Pack Me Up
“Want to see you,” he pants. “Wanna see your face when I bond you.”
The word “bond” is a gunshot in my head. I remember the feeling of Hunter’s bite, the way it rewired my brain from the inside. I want it again, want it from all of them. I nod, frantic.
“Are you sure?” I ask, trying to make my brain work enough to check in with him. “You don’t have to bond me while sharing me with Cody. We can have our own moment if you want?”
He laughs, a wild sound. “This time, yeah, I’m okay with it. This time I want it. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” He slides a hand up my belly, palm flat, and digs his thumb into the mess of slick and cum at my entrance around his cock. “Want you to remember both of us. Forever.”
I try to look back, to catch Cody’s eyes, but all I can see is the blur of his hair and the white of his teeth as he pants into the back of my neck. I reach up, find his hand, and squeeze. He squeezes back, tight and possessive. “You too, Cody?”
“Fuck yes, wild girl,” he responds.
Cody’s knot is still enormous and locked tight in my ass, every tiny movement amplifying the pressure tenfold. Now Colton’s cock slams into my pussy, thick and fast and relentless, the rhythm of his hips driving me against his brother’s unmoving weight. I am stretched, split, and utterly ruined in the space between them, but it’s not pain that ripples through me; it’s something like electric ecstasy, white-hot and spiraling out from where they meet inside me.
Colton grabs my face in one strong hand, thumb digging into my cheek as he forces my gaze up to his. “You feel that, trouble?” His words are a snarl, but his eyes are so green and alive I want to crawl inside them and live there. “You’re so full. You’re fucking made for this, aren’t you?”
Cody moves his hands down, both palms splayed over my hips, holding me steady as the three of us move together in a perfect, obscene geometry. The twins’ cocks grind into me, the pressure building and building with every slamming thrust, and it’s not long before I’m sobbing with the effort of keeping up.
“Easy, baby,” Cody murmurs, lips at my neck. “You’re so good. So perfect for us. You take everything we give you, don’t you?” His knot pulses, swelling fractionally tighter every time Colton’s cock rams into me from the front. “I knew you could. I knew you’d love it.”
Colton barks a laugh, the sound sharp and bright. “She’s a greedy little slut, isn’t she? Fuck, look at you, soaked for us, just begging for another knot.”
Their voices weave together, hot and cold, rough and gentle, and the words make something inside me snap. I want it, I want them, I want this, all of it. The heat in my belly is a living thing now, clawing up my spine and curling into my brain, until I’m just a nerve ending, a receptor for their hunger.
Colton speeds up, the wet slap of his hips obscene and perfect. “Tell me you want it,” he says, voice a low dare. “Tell me that you want my knot.”
I can’t talk, so I just moan, keening and wild. Cody catches my chin, pulling my head back so he can look in my eyes, and says, “Use your words, wild girl. Tell us.”
“Want—” I manage, then gasp as Colton slams all the way in, grinding against my clit, making my whole body shudder. “Want your knot, want, both of you, need it!” It comes out as a broken chant, desperate and raw.
Cody purrs for me, the sound low and soothing, and the vibration of it sinks straight through my bones. “That’s our girl,” he says. “Taking us so well. Taking everything.”
Colton bends over me, mouth at my ear. “Gonna fuck you open, omega. Gonna knot you so deep you can’t ever forget us. You want that?”
I nod, helpless. My hands claw at the sheets, at their arms, at anything I can hold on to. Colton’s rhythm gets even rougher. He’s not holding back anymore, just using my body, and the friction of it, the stretch of being filled so completely, is almost too much. My orgasm is already winding up, hot and sharp, and I try to warn them, but it’s already happening. I’m coming, I’m coming so hard my vision whites out, and I scream, “Fuck—Colton, Cody, I—!”
They both freeze, just for a heartbeat, and then Colton slams forward, burying himself to the hilt. I feel the thick bulge at the base of his cock swelling, and locking inside me. For a second, I think I might actually black out.
But then Cody’s hands close around my wrists. His voice is velvet and steel in my ear. “Not done, Brittney. Not yet.”
Colton holds my legs wide, pressing his whole weight down on top of me. His hands are everywhere—my waist, my breasts, my throat, and then suddenly he’s got my right wrist in a bruising grip.
“Ready, brother?” Colton asks, and the words send a chill up my spine.
“Ready,” Cody says, shifting his grip to my left wrist. They lock eyes over my shoulder, and the symmetry of it, my body stretched between them, each holding one of my wrists, makes my pussy clench even tighter around Colton’s knot.
There’s a beat, a moment where the whole world holds its breath, and then the twins both lean down and bite, teeth sinking into the soft skin just above the bone.
The pain is sharp, bright, but it’s gone almost instantly, replaced by a wave of something much bigger and more profound. It’s a pulse that starts at the bite marks and rushes through my entire body in a single, world-ending instant.
I’m not powerless. I’m not just an omega to be marked and owned. The animal in me wakes up, raw and furious and wild with wanting. I twist my head and bite down on Cody’s wrist, hard, tasting the skin and the blood and the wild shock of his gasp as I sink my teeth in. Then I snap around, find Colton’s forearm, and bite him too, leaving a twin mark just above his own.
The scent of their blood and my own tangles in the air, thick and primal, and my vision blurs at the edges.
I can feel them, both of them, inside my head, their feelings and hunger and need smashing together and then into me, pouring through my bones and nerves like I’m nothing but a vessel for them.
I can feel Cody’s euphoria and Colton’s hunger, their pride and need, and the depthless, bottomless love that runs underneath it all. Their scents wrap around me, overlay, and blend.
I sob, shudder, and come again, the orgasm rolling through me in wave after wave, unrelenting. My legs twitch, my arms spasm, but the twins never let go. They hold me through it, riding out the storm with me, their own cocks pulsing and flexing as they both knot me, locked into my body at the same time.
