Page 27 of Pack’s Prize

Ava

The achebetween my thighs had started that morning.

There was only so much to be done for it–I’d been sleeping in a bed faintly scented of alpha, and more importantly ofthesealphas, with their scents that had attracted me from the first time I’d met them at the club. The whole penthouse apartment smelled of them, of course, and my body was reacting as could be expected.

I’d been trying to ignore it, unwilling to make a fool of myself again after that first night, unwilling to impose on them after they invited me into their home, but not their relationship, not like that.

But this… this was impossible to ignore. I held up a bra–my size–in deep green lace, accented with tiny silk bows on the strap and at the center. It was more beautiful than anything I’d ever worn before, and…

And Theo had given it to me.

Me.

Roman had given me lingerie. But not like this. The lingerie he’d given had been for his pleasure, to be put on and taken off for his and his pack. I wasn’t totally naive; I could see the bulge in Theo’s pants–and in Michael’s, and Elias’s–but I could also see in his expression, in the way he rolled his shoulders, that these gifts, while they would certainly benefit him as well… they were for me.

I got up slowly, moving towards where the three men stood in a clump. Theo didn’t remove his hands from his pockets, even as I approached him, bringing my hands up to rest on his chest, then sliding them up and onto his shoulders.

He had kissed me outside my building.

He’d held me on his lap and teased me as I squirmed.

I knew what it was to be an omega. To be wanted.

But nothing compared to the hitch in his breathing that I heard as I leaned in close, pressing my nose against his neck where his shirt collar fell open, breathing in his scent, marking him with my own. He drew in another ragged breath as I came in even closer, pressing the length of my body against his.Nothing, as he drew his hands from his pockets, placing one on the small of my back and one just between my shoulderblades, had ever made me feel quite so wanted as this. His neck was bared to me, and I couldn’t help the instinctual way my tongue darted out between my lips to taste his skin, drawing a moan from his throat so low I almost didn’t register it. I left one last lingering kiss at the base of his throat, and stepped back, feeling a bit dazed, even drunk on the feeling of his skin and his warm, smokey scent, now smelling of musk and alpha like I’d never experienced it before. He let me go, but as I looked to him to say thank you, his eyes were so dark, so molten with desire, that the words stuck fast in my chest.

“Omega,” he groaned. The throbbing between my legs was desperate, the scent of alpha not the quiet whisper that lingered in my borrowed bedsheets, but the full-throated roar of three alphas whowanted.

“Yes,” I breathed, and suddenly, my feet left the air. Strong arms encircled me as Elias swept me up in his embrace, carrying me with confident footsteps down the hallway and through the first door–a bedroom I hadn’t been in before, but which was obviously Michael’s. His scent of whiskey hung in the air and only added to the woozy way I felt, drunk off lust and want and Michael and Theo and Elias and the three of them together and–andme,clad as I was in my old jeans and the tee shirt that Michael was lifting over my head, my hair falling free around my shoulders as he tossed it onto a chair in the corner. Elias’s shirt was gone, too, and I watched as he sucked in a breath, looking at me, reaching out his hand to stroke my face, from my cheek down to my shoulder, then my breast, and I was reclining on Michael’s firm chest, as Theo drew my pants down my thighs and past my toes, which were already curling with anticipation.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Elias said, “and we’ll stop.”

I knew he would–he had last time, in an instant, before I had even said a word, before I’d even known I needed him to.

I let my head fall back on Michael’s chest as Elias pulled down the cups of my old bra, his hot breath on my bare flesh making my nipples pebble into tight buds. His actions weren’t rough, but I could see my own desperation mirrored in the way he crashed into me, his hands kneading at my soft flesh, his tongue finding one hard point, laving over and over it, then pulling it into his mouth as his lips closed around my skin. I arched my back, shoving more of my sensitive skin into the warmth, and he groaned, the vibrations rippling out through my body. “Yes,” I said again, as he rolled and squeezed my other nipple with fingers gentler than their size would suggest.

Hands came to rest on my hips: Michael’s from behind me, pushing at the waistband of my plain black cotton panties, nudging them down. I lifted my hips so he could scoot them down below my ass, and the bulge of Elias’s thick length, still trapped by the thin fabric of his pants, knocked against my thigh. He was so big, so hard already, and I remembered his face when Michael had had him in his mouth, how his jaw had gone slack with pleasure and his eyes had rolled back before fluttering closed–

Theo pulled my panties the rest of the way down my legs, slipping them past my feet, and then there was a brush of lips against the arch of my foot, the inside of my ankle, my calf, my knee as he kissed his way to where I wanted him most. My bra straps were already halfway down my arms, the cups shoved inelegantly down, but finally Elias reached around me and unclasped my bra, the work of a moment, freeing me from my last remaining piece of clothing and replacing the article once again with his own large hands.

“You looked so good the other night,” he said, caressing away the imprints the tight bra had left on my skin. “I wanted to taste you so bad…” He kissed the valley between my breasts, tongue swiping across skin.

“Ah,” I gasped, and then, “I’m sor–” but Michael whispered in my ear.

“Shh, omega, don’t apologize,” he said. “This is all for you, remember?”

Andgod, itwas. Theo’s lips on my inner thigh, kissing bruises into my sensitive skin, Michael’s on my neck, my shoulder, nibbling and licking, Theo’s mouth hot on my nipple, sucking gently–it was all for me, all to make mefeel good.Even Michael’s cock against my lower back and Elias’s against my thigh were just proof of their arousal, of their desire for me.

“I want you,” I murmured, to the top of Elias’s blond head, to no one in particular, to the three of them together.

The rumble in Michael’s chest, pressed tight to my back, told me they wanted it just as badly as I did.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Elias

“This is all for you, remember?”Michael said from somewhere above my head and Ava’s.

Yes. It was. All for Ava, who lay unwrapped on Michael’s bed like the most beautiful of Theo’s gifts to her, the crown jewel of the collection. I’d barely been able to stand still while she had scented him, nuzzling up close to his neck, their scents filling the air and the attraction sparking between them as obvious as the bulge Theo had–unsuccessfully–tried to mask by putting his hands in his pockets.

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