Page 65 of Pack’s Pledge

Adrian had chimed in, “And a little bit of puss—”

“Don’t you dare,” Conall had barked at Adrian, who had winked at me. It wasn’tthat, they knew as well as I did. It wasn’t that he had my particular body to sate his pleasure, or that he had three bodies instead of two, whatever the designation or gender. It was that he had hispack.

Mypack.

“He’s sexy when he’s protective of you, beta,” the alpha had said, and I’d smiled at the three of them.

“Shut up, Adrian,” Conall had said, but he was blushing, and when Adrian had patted his arm later, letting his hand slide down the length of it to squeeze his hand once, I’d watched as Conall had squeezed back. Adrian had smiled.

“We’re enough,” Conall said now, sitting on the leather couch where Adrian and I had once gotten so devastatingly drunk, and Beau nodded.

“Mmhmm,” the omega said, and squirmed. “So if you could please keep rehashing the same shit over and over again, then I promise I won’t tease you about being pack mom. Although, actually—can you get me a water, babe?” he said, fluttering his lashes.

Conall popped up from the couch instantly. “Ice?”

“Please,” Beau said.

“Want a granola bar, too?”

“Ugh, stop,” the omega said, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Fuck, all thisbeing taken careof shit is making me horny. C’mere, Britt. Let me touch you.”

I went, my sheet trailing behind me, to sit across his lap, and heard him hiss as my ass landed on his cock. “I still have to shower,” I reminded him, but in response, he just nosed along my neck.

“You smell like Adrian,” he mumbled. “Don’t you dare. You can shower with me, later, when we need a break.” My stomach fluttered, warmth blooming low in my core. During his heat, he meant. Then—

“Hey,” I protested. “Just becauseyouwill appreciate freezing cold water doesn’t mean I will,omega.”

“Mmm,” he said, kissing my earlobe. I tilted my head away, giving him access. “Say it again, baby.”

“I don’t want to be submitted to a freezing cold shower just so—”

“No, the other thing,” he said, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as he kissed the intertwined marks on my shoulder.

“Omega,” I said, but the word came out breathy.

“Fuck,” he said, and ground his hips up against my ass.

I wiggled around in his arms, turning to straddle him on the couch. His eyes were closed, his face flushed and glistening, his lips parted softly. I kissed him, once on the lips, then again on the cheekbone, his forehead, his temple. His skin was warm. “Omega,” I said again, and he let out a ragged breath, brows drawing tight together. I put a hand to the front of his loose lounge pants, palming over his bulge, and he jerked up into the touch.

“Yeah. That’s good, baby,” he muttered.

“Are you teasing Beau?” Conall asked, returning with a large, glistening glass of ice water and a protein bar with the wrapper peeled halfway down.

“Not at all,” Beau said, taking the water, drinking half of it in a few greedy swallows. He wrapped his arms around me, his fingers gripping my ass through the thin sheet I still wore, and my arms wrapped around his neck automatically as he stood up gracefully from the couch, taking me with him. “It’s me who’ll be teasing her,” he said with a smirk, carrying me down the hallway to the second bedroom, tossing me down on the oversized bed, where the sheet fell away from my skin. His eyes traced the lines of my body, softer now than they had been when I’d first met them, curves built by breakfasts in bed and candlelit dinners with three men and endless, boundless happiness. “God, I love you, Britt,” he said, and I sat up on my elbows.

“That’s funny, that’s what Adrian told me just this morning,” I said.

“Yeah,” he smirked. “I heard.” He pulled me by the ankles until my ass was right at the edge of the mattress, then knelt between my legs, kissing up my inner thigh. “I also heard a little bit of…” he kissed closer to where I wanted, his teeth nipping my skin a little, and I gasped involuntarily. “That. And…” his mouth found my center, both of us warm and wet, and I moaned as he kissed over my clit, his tongue darting out to taste me. Adrian. “That.”

“Oh—” I tried to make the syllable a coy question but managed only a breathy moan as Beau’s tongue swirled again around my clit.

He hummed in response, and the vibrations had my eyes fluttering shut, my head dropping back. “Fuck,” he mumbled, “the way youtaste.”

I couldn’t hear when Conall and Adrian entered the room, but I could feel it, the flare of heat and arousal over the bond, the pride, the alpha satisfaction of seeing Beau and I together, and then Beau’s surge of need, his tongue delving into my folds now, seeking out more, more—

“Omega,” I breathed, and his mouth was gone for only a moment before I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, moving me up against the pillows, strong hands moving my thighs apart, my own taste in my mouth as Beau kissed me, his cock leaking over my belly as he rutted against me.

“Britt, baby,” he moaned, and his voice was strained. “Fuck, Iloveit when you call me that.” I opened my eyes to see his own open in wonder, staring down at me. The mattress dipped; Adrian came to kneel behind him, his hand smoothing over Beau’s ass, down between his thighs. I couldn’t see what was happening but I could see the effect it had on Beau, who shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he strained forward to kiss me again. I couldfeelit—the sharp snap over the bond, the tidal wave, theheat—

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