Page 80 of A Pack of Mistletoe
Rose
I have two alphas taking up residence in my soul, and it’s still not enough.
I need them all.
My omega whines inside me—high, sharp, aching. She wants every piece of our pack.
I glance around. Wyatt lounges at the lip of the nest. He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Not yet, omega,” he purrs.
I cock my head, questioning.
“Wanna take care of you when you’re all done. My alpha needs it. If you’ll allow,” he explains, voice softer now, Southern drawl curling deeper with his need.
The idea of him doting on me after—my reward, my comfort—makes my omega purr. So we move on.
Logan and Evander sit together on the far side of the nest, whispering to each other, arms slung over shoulders. When Logan notices me watching, he grins—cocky, beautiful boy.
“Do you need us, Jingles?” he asks, and his voice sends a jolt straight through me.
“Come here,” I command.
He untangles from Evander and crawls over, deliberate and slow. I stand so that he’s kneeling beneath me. Evander looks pouty and lost—that won’t do. I crook a finger at him and he obeys instantly, crawling to Logan’s side.
Both of them kneel, facing me, eyes wide, waiting—worshipping.
“Face each other. On your knees.”
They move in perfect sync, bodies turned toward each other. I step between them and slide down, kneeling in front of Logan. He’s taller—I have to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze.
“I’m glad you couldn’t bribe your way out of the omega clause,” I tell him, teasing.
He chuckles, low and quiet. When he opens his eyes again, it’s like something inside him has finally let go. He wraps his arms around me—waist and shoulders—and pulls me in tight.
“Me too.”
I melt into the hug, feeling every hard muscle in his back relax against mine. Then I twist in his arms and face Evander.
I open my mouth, but there aren’t enough words for what I feel.
He beats me to it.
“Merry Christmas, Candy.”
I glance at the clock on the wall. 12:01 a.m., December 25th.
At first, I don’t even know why I’m crying. The tears come big and hot and impossible to stop.
“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” I whisper, voice shaking. “And you gave that to me. Thank you.”
He wipes my tears away with steady fingers, his thumbs soft against my cheeks, full of nothing but love.
“There’s going to be a lifetime of them, Candy,” he murmurs. “I plan to make each one better than the last.”
Then he kisses me.
I crawl forward, pressing him down onto his heels, fingers trailing down his chest, then lower. My hand wraps around his thick, straining cock. He bites his lip, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.
