Page 66 of Pack’s Pledge

Conall

The heat.

I could barely think, the scent of mint close and cloying, coffee bitter in the back of my throat, of Britt’s skin-sweetness, filling the familiar room. I could feel the itch under my skin, the prickle at the base of my spine, the base of my knot, that urged me to let go, to succumb to the frantic, desperate, brutal power that coursed through my veins, the response to Beau’s call.

“Conall,” Britt said, and I blinked. She was laying beside me on the bed, big, deep gray eyes staring up at me, a soft smile on her face. Her hair was tangled, stuck against her forehead and I reached out to push it back with my thumb, scooting closer to her to place a kiss over her eyes, which fluttered closed. “Again,” she said, and I kissed her cheekbone, her chin, her lips, first the top and then the lower, tasting the same mint and coffee and skin there, too.Pack,it said.Home.“Again,” she said against my lips, then “more,” and I rolled her onto her back, pinning her down.

“Britt,” I said. “Can I—”

“God, I thought you’d never ask,” she said, smiling.

“I had to—”

“I know,” she cut me off with a kiss. “You have an omega to take care of. He needs this more than I do.”

“Maybe,” I said, nudging her legs wider. “Maybe, but—” my stomach flip-flopped. Stupid, given our position, maybe, but I still could hardly believe sometimes how lucky I was, that the beautiful beta below me wantedme.“But youlikeit more.”

“Iappreciateit,” Britt whined, “in a different way than he—ah—” I sank inside slowly, taking my time, savoring the rush of blood through my ears as I gripped her round hips, holding her still. She lifted her hands above her head, tipping her head back, baring her chest, her neck. My mark. “Yes, alpha,” she moaned, loud and unashamed, and my cock throbbed, my knot tingling, swelling in anticipation already.

“More, beta?” I asked, knowing the answer already. Through the bond I could sense her desire, her love—a faint annoyance. Britt hooked her heels around my ass, drawing me toward her, and despite it all, I smiled.

“More,” she said, but I pulled out a fraction instead, and she whimpered. I did it again, moving slow, so slow, until she was whining and panting, arching her back, rocking into me. “Fuck, Conall,” she said at last, “I think I liked it better when you hadlesscontrol.”

“If you still have the presence of mind to be joking around, I won’t think you’re ready for me yet, Britt,” I threatened, pulling back again to hear her whine. “I want you begging like you do for Beau.”

“Oh,” she said, as I pulled all the way out to drag my shaft through her folds. She was impossibly wet, like an omega herself, after—how long had it been? Three?—three days of Beau’s heat, his slick coating her inside and out, and Adrian’s come, and my own.Claimed. Ours.My cock was like steel, her body like warm velvet, soft and giving and warm as I ground my knot against her entrance, so close to when she wanted it, where I wanted it—

“You heard alpha, baby,” came a rough voice from beside us on the bed.Beau. “He wants you to beg for him, sweetheart, like you do for me. Use that pretty voice you have,” he urged, snuggling up beside us. He blinked slowly, his eyes in and out of focus. How much longer did he have? I wasn’t sure—

“Please, Conall,” Britt said, and I forgot all about any concept of time. “Please.”

“Alpha,” Beau urged, and she repeated, “alpha, please, alpha,alpha—”

“Yes,” Beau said, as I aligned my cock with her entrance, fucking it deep into her at last, deep, deep, feeling relief and desire ripple through both of us, all of us—

“Alpha, please—” she said again, or was it Beau, I wasn’t sure, and I closed my eyes, letting my hips roll, feeling her body stretch around me, her gasp against my skin as my start of my knot pressed into her, then tugged out again past her swollen folds, and she gasped again, a cry of pleasure, and I rolled her over on top of me to better see her, letting gravity do the rest, fucking my hips up as she swallowed up my knot,tighttighttight, her pretty face lax, eyes closed, lips parted on a moan, her fuller breasts bouncing as she breathed in, out, in, her chest heaving as her body adjusted. My hands gripped her hips, pinning her down against my own, and I bucked into her again, just to hear her gasp and squirm.

“Fuck,” Adrian said, “Fuck, Conall.”

“She looks so good like this,” Beau said, tucking his body behind hers, his mouth kissing along her shoulder. “Riding your knot like she’s made for it.” His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, pinching her nipples. “You want her to beg, alpha?” he goaded, as if I weren’t close to coming already, just from the sight of the two of them together. “Go on, baby, beg for it, tell alpha what you want,” Beau sighed into her ear, “Iknow, I want it, too—”

“Please,” she said, rolling her hips against my knot, riding it like Beau had said, making me gasp, my stomach tight, my balls twitching below me. “Please.”

“Want him to fill you up, beta?” Beau murmured in her ear. “You want alpha to fuck you full of his come, his seed, so you’re round and swollen with it?”

“Oh,Beau,” she whimpered, and then, “ah—”

“You want him to fuck you so full of his come that this pretty body can’t help but catch?” he asked. “You want these pretty tits to swell with milk for alpha? So fucking sweet, baby, and all for him—you want that? You want alpha’s pups? This pack’s pups?” I stared at his hands on her breasts, imagining it myself, not for the first time: how Britt would look, her belly round and taut, her breasts heavy, her body swollen with our children—“words, baby,” Beau prompted, smirking, and—

“Alpha, yes,please, yes, I want it, I want it—”

“Oh, oh,fuck,” I groaned, and Britt’s eyes fluttered shut as my knot locked inside her, her hands falling forward onto my shoulders. My hips jerked up once, twice, and then I was coming, the tight squeeze of her body growing impossibly tighter, and she gasped, the pleasure magnifying through the body as she spilled over too, shuddering and desperate, her channel clenching over me, milking me, milking my seed into her, her belly, and I gasped again as another rush of desire washed over me, another flood of heat pumped from my knot deep into her.

“Beau, please,now,” she whimpered, then, and then, almost before I understood what was happening, “more, more,fuck—“

His head was thrown back, his eyes clenched tight, and one hand was tight on Britt’s hips, the skin under his fingertips dimpled and white, the other hand holding his cock steady as he thrust slowly forward and back, forward again, and then the pressure of her around my knot was growing.

“Oh, Britt,” I gasped, as her pleasure washed over me, the bond sparking and snapping between us, fierce pride and a deep, deep, satisfaction.

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