Page 40 of Manix
Ellar
The times when the Pack were all together were my favorites. We would be one large pile of arms and legs, laughter and kisses. I hadn’t thought I could enjoy anything more than I enjoyed those moments, but I’d been wrong. Naja made them better. She lay beside me, her head on my arm as we watched some mindless chick flick. She still smelled so good, but it was less of the primal reaction to her heat and more because she just smelled good. Like violets.
It wasn’t just me either. Everyone was in touching distance, even if they weren’t openly touching her. Well, Raiden had no qualms whatsoever. He had his head on her stomach, his hands wrapped around her thigh like it was his favorite teddy.
I was no longer watching the movie; instead, I was watching her. Her long lashes brushed her cheeks as she blinked sleepily at the television, her lips slightly parted and looking so damn kissable.
She turned toward me. Oops, busted... “Are you going to kiss me already?”
Someone laughed softly, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to argue. I caught her lips with mine, and she let out a soft sigh as she kissed me back. This was better. It wasn’t the insanity of the heat, and I knew she was kissing me because she wanted me, not because she had the biological urge to mate.
I deepened the kiss, tracing her lips with my tongue as my hand traced down her ribs and splayed across the soft rise of her stomach. She felt like heaven. We continued to kiss, until I felt Raiden shift beside her, his hands tugging at her soft sweats. She lifted her ass, and I didn’t protest Raiden joining in. Everything was more fun together, and that included sex. Once he’d freed her from the confines of her pants, I rolled her onto my body, so her breasts pressed to my chest. Fuck, she felt like she was made for me, but I was beginning to think we all felt that way. I felt Raiden kneel between my thighs, leaning up to prop up her hips, and then she hissed against my lips, her body bucking.
It didn’t take a genius to know what he was doing, especially not with my sense of smell. Her need perfumed the air, and Raiden could probably feel the hard line of my dick against his stomach too. The height difference between us all would be hilarious if I didn’t love that I could throw her around like a doll.
I felt Raiden’s hand reach down to the waistband of my pants and tug at them too. My greedy Omega wanted us all naked apparently. I lifted my ass, making it easier for him to drag them down my legs while he ate out our girl.
See, multitasking.
Naja was panting against my lips now, and I kneaded her ass because it was fucking glorious. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” she gasped, and I growled low in my chest, a sound that echoed around the room. Raiden pulled back, and I saw a condom flying through the air. Thinking Raiden was going to ride her, I was surprised when I felt his hands grab my straining dick and sheathe it. If I wasn’t obsessed with kissing Naja right then, I’d thank Raiden from the bottom of my heart. As it was, I dragged my lips away.
“Baby, I’m going to let you ride me now. Do you want that? Do you want to come around my dick, or do you want Raiden to keep eating that delicious little pussy?”
I felt her convulse beneath my hands. “Dirty mouth,” she moaned. “I want you inside me, Ellar.”
Oh, she used my name, and I was going to make her scream it again and again before we were done. I felt Raiden’s hand line me up against the sweet clutch of her core and then I slid her down slowly, my eyes crossing as I scrunched my lids closed. Jesus, she felt amazing. She curled herself up until she was seated on me like a damn queen. So beautiful. We were all watching her as she rolled against me, and she must have known. It didn’t make her shy, oh no. She fucking soaked up our attention like she knew she was perfection.
I gripped her hips tightly, holding her as she pistoned up and down on my dick. I gritted my teeth because I refused to be a two pump chump. Holding her tightly, I tried not to think about how glorious she felt on my cock. Or the soft little moans she was making. Goddammit. I slid my thumb around to her clit and tapped it in time with her movements.
She threw her head back as she came on a moan. She collapsed back onto my chest, but I wasn’t done yet, oh no. I’d promised myself that she would scream my name before we were done. I’d vowed to.
I rolled her onto her back, not even withdrawing from the warmth of her body. Then I slowly rolled my hips, deep and hard, and her thighs slammed around my hips so hard that I knew I was hitting the right spot. I quickened just a touch, my rhythm fluid, until her heels were pressed so hard into my ass I was probably going to have bruises. She was now chanting my name like a plea. I grabbed her thigh, slipping it over my shoulder, not changing my pace or angle, just going deeper.
“Oh god, fuck, Ellar,” she moaned, and it was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. “Don’t stop, I’m close again, oh god!”
She came on my cock once more, clenching around me like a fist until I was coming right behind her. I slammed my way home through her orgasm and mine until I collapsed on top of her, completely spent.
I curled down, kissing her lips as I withdrew. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair everywhere, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
I couldn’t help myself. “I hope you can stay,” I said softly, and I felt her tense.Idiot Beta. Can’t fucking help yourself,I chastised myself.
Instead of pulling away though, she wrapped her arms around my ribs and pulled me down, so I was blanketing her, hiding her from the world.
“I hope so too.”
The next morning,my mouth was dry and my body was sore. Last night had just been a warm-up, because as soon as I’d climbed off Naja, Finlo had picked her up and dragged her back to his room, first to sleep but I soon heard her muffled moans. Footsteps padded up and down the hall all night as we swapped her between beds, but if we kept that up, we were all going to be zombies with insomnia.
This morning, I was making everyone a massive breakfast, with Luisa sitting in a highchair beside me, eating fruit while I cooked something more substantial. Muffins, bacon, eggs, and sausages were definite, but I should really ask Naja what she enjoyed. Maybe call down and get a delivery. Hell, maybe I could go into town.
I looked over at Luisa. “What about you, Little Bit? What do you like?”
“Scream!” she yelled.
I snorted. “You got that right. Hmm, scream..” Deciphering toddler-speak was hard. “Ice cream?”
She went off on an excited tangent of gibberish with the word yes interspersed in there, so I was taking that as an affirmative. “Okay, Little Bit. I’m putting ice cream down on the list.”
I turned toward the hall to grab the notepad. I’d make a list and then email it. Spinning back to the kitchen, I noticed a scent that shouldn't be there.
