Page 40 of Pack’s Prize

“Elias,” I asked, sitting up. “Can I–”

“Yes,” he moaned, his eyes tightly closed, and I smirked. “Please, yes.”

I swung one leg over Elias’s chest, facing the omega, and pulled her towards me for a kiss. Then I wrapped her hair around one fist and guided her down to my cock. Her tongue darted out, lapping the pre-come from the tip, and I shuddered.

“Yes, darling, just like that,” I murmured, and her tongue flickered out again, twisting around my crown. I loosened my grip on her hair, letting her set the pace. I wasn’t in a hurry; this was about her. She licked and kissed my crown, then along one side of my shaft and up the other, taking her time with it, tasting every inch of me. Scenting every inch of me with her hot tongue and sweet lips. More pearly fluid had gathered at my slit once she’d made her way back, and I used my other hand to guide my cock, swiping it over her bottom lip. “Open up, my love,” I said, and she did, tongue resting over her bottom teeth. I thrust shallowly inside, feeling my balls hang heavy and full below my shaft, ready to quench her thirst.

And then–hands came up to the back of my thighs, sliding up to spread my ass wide, and a broad tongue swiped across my hole.

“Fuck, Elias,” I moaned, jerking forward into Ava’s mouth. She hummed, closing her lips around my cock, and as I pulled out, wanting to let her adjust, Elias’s tongue found my skin again. “Putain de merde,” I swore, as arousal coursed white-hot through my body. The omega swallowed me deeper, until my cock bumped against the back of her mouth, and then deeper still, squeezing the head of my cock past the tight ring of her throat.

“Ouais, ma chérie,” I groaned, slipping out of English as she swallowed around my cock, “oh, t’es si bonne–”

Michael thrust forward, moving Ava further onto my cock, and then covered her body with his own, his chest on her back, his mouth against her shoulder, her neck. The sight of his teeth so close to her tender neck made my knot pulse and swell, and then he spoke against her skin, and I nearly came.

“Yes, my darling,” he said, “oh, you’re sogood–”

Fuck–he was fuckingtranslating.How he had the capacity for that in this of all moments–I moaned, my hips working, and Ava moaned too, around my cock, the vibrations urging me on, faster, deeper.

Forward, into the omega’s delicious mouth.

Back, against Elias’s stiff tongue.

My mouth moved, the words falling in a mindless deluge of sweetness and filth, and all of it–every word, I could hear drifting back up from Michael, even as his voice grew strained, the long line of his back going tight as his hips snapped into the omega. She was moaning, crying out again and again even as my cock muffled her pretty noises.

“So sweet, darling, the way you take my cock,” Michael was saying, “the way you feel around my knot,” and I could no longer tell if the words were his or mine, who was repeating who. “So perfect, my love, so good, so tight–”

Suddenly, the two of them stilled, and my cock slipped deep into the omega’s throat, her lips brushing the skin of my torso, my balls drawing up tight as I ground against Elias’s hot tongue and into Ava’s burning mouth–

“Je viens,” I gasped, and Michael ground out “I’m coming,” with his hips pinned tight to Ava’s ass.

Her throat fluttered around my cock as she drank me down, but I pulled out after only a moment, replacing her mouth with one pumping hand. I coated her open mouth, her tongue and lips in whiteness as she gasped for breath, ragged moans torn from her body as she tensed and squirmed on Michael’s cock. Elias’s tongue was sloppy and wet against my hole as he lost control once again, filling our omega with more and more of his pleasure. My cock was still twitching and spurting as she slumped against me, sweaty and glowing, my arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to my chest. Her eyes fluttered closed but a smile of blissful satisfaction remained on her flushed face.

“Oui, ma chérie, dors,” I urged gently.

She slept.

CHAPTERFORTY-ONE

Ava

I came to slowly,sticky with cooled sweat and, as the air conditioning blew a cooling breeze across the bed, thankful for the warm bodies pressed against mine. There was a mass of muscle that I knew without looking had to be Elias behind me, and the soft brown hair and smoky scent of Theo in front of me, faced away so that the three of us were like spoons in a drawer.

The length of my side was exposed to the air. I shivered, and Elias shifted, his arm coming over my waist and around Theo’s. I smiled as his soft cock bumped against my ass.

My heat was over.

I wiggled out from between the two of them, leaving them to sleep. They had worked hard over the past… several days. I wasn’t sure how many. Alone, I padded into Michael’s en-suite bathroom, keeping the lights off but starting up the shower. There weretwooverhead rain faucets that sent torrents of water cascading over the marble tile, and as steam filled the room, early morning sunshine trickled through the window, giving the space an unearthly feel.

I was tired. Sore. I used one hand to massage my opposite shoulder, rolling my head to stretch my neck, then switched.

No broken skin. No marks, no claims.

There was only the normal tenderness of exhausted muscles, and for the first time in a long time, in eleven heats, in three years, I didn’t feel disappointed.

Instead, as I slipped into the shower, tipping my head back as the water sluiced through my tangled hair and over my sore shoulders, I felt…

Free.

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