Page 67 of Pack’s Pledge

“Yes,” she moaned, low and guttural, and Beau’s teeth met her claiming mark, biting down, hard. Britt’s arms gave out as the surge of her orgasm washed over her, then me, Beau, the ripple of her body drawing even more deeply from the wells of my manhood.

“Are you ready, alpha?” Beau asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me, or—

“Yes,hellyes,” Adrian answered, and Beau sighed, then—

“Oh,” Britt moaned, “oh—”

—And the omega’s cock moved against my own, separated by the thinnest wall of muscle, pressing against my knot, sliding against it, Britt’s body tighter than ever before, tighter than I thought possible. My eyes rolled back in my head as my knot pulsed and throbbed, almost painfully—

“I’m not going to last,” Adrian warned.

“Yeah,” Beau panted. “Yeah, harder, I can take it, baby.”

My hands were slack around Britt’s waist as Adrian fucked Beau into her, each thrust grinding her hips against my knot, Beau’s cock sliding against my own lewdly as he moaned and gasped and fucked back against Adrian, then into Britt, his movements jerky and desperate, close to his own release.

“Please,” Britt was mumbling, over and over, and I grasped her by the jaw, fucking my tongue into her mouth—filling her there, too, wanting to taste her pleasure as she came again, as I knew she would—our bond was thrumming with tension, her walls fluttering again as she let herself over to the overwhelming sensation, and—

And I did, too, letting myself go, planting my feet flat on the bed, fucking back up into her, flooding her again, and then I could feel the heat of Beau’s pleasure through the barrier between us. “Yes, yes,” Beau chanted, and I could feel Adrian filling him, his hips snapping, chasing his own release before spilling over the edge with a groan, a wordless sound of satisfaction.

It rumbled through his chest and into my soul, the bond humming tight and tighter as Britt sobbed through one final, shuddering orgasm, the feeling all consuming as the boundaries between the three of us fell away, leaving only blinding, brilliant beauty.

Beau

“How’d your meeting go?”Britt asked, looking up from the couch as I stepped through the doorway from the elevators to the living room of our home. She was dressed in her work clothes—tight black pants and a tight black tee shirt, her hair pulled into a neat low ponytail. She was beautiful.

“Good,” I said, shrugging off my jacket, throwing it over the back of my chair.

“She was nice?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, falling onto the couch besides Britt. I pulled her phone out of her hands, sticking it on the table, and put my head in her lap, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath of the scent only she had: laundry detergent and shampoo, coffee and juniper, sweet mint. Home.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispered, her fingers pushing into my hair, carding through it, and some of the tension eased from my shoulders.

“Well, if Britt’s proud,” I said with a twitch of a smile, “then I must be doing something right.” She tightened her grip on my hair for a moment with a playful tug.

“I’m being serious,” she said. “I know it’s not always easy for you—”

“I’m being serious, too,” I said, cutting her off. “Iam,” I insisted, feeling her flicker of laughter through our bond. Adrian would show up any minute now, wondering what we were giggling about. “I like it when you’re proud of me. I love making you proud. It’s—” I sighed. “It’s an omega thing.”

“‘It’s an omega thing,’” Britt echoed. “Look at you.” She was quiet a moment, running her fingers through my hair. I let myself go limp, leaning into the touch.Another omega thing,I thought, smiling. “I’m glad it went well,” she said at last.

“She was just soyoung,” I said.

“Twenty..?”

“Twenty-two,” I said. “Which makes sense. It’s an entry-level position. But I just kept thinking—she’s soyoung.When did I get soold?”

“Hey,” Britt said, tugging my hair again. “We’re not old. Don’t say that.”

“You’re not old, baby,” I said, turning in her lap to face her. “You’re perfect. But I’m—I’m practically a dried up old raisin. For an omega, I mean. And I just kept thinking—what if?” Her hand stilled.

“What if what?” she asked. “You mean, what if Conall and Adrian—”

“No, no, never,” I said. Our pack had unconventional beginnings, but I was an unconventional man. I couldn’t imagine a life without my alphas, my beta, even if it had taken us a while to find each other. “I just mean, what if when I had presented, or when I gotmyfirst job, what if there had been someone there for me, someone who could have told me—you’re okay. You’re good. Someone who could just be like, yeah, you’ll get your week off every quarter, and let me know if you need more time—”

“Oh, Beau,” Britt said, wiping a thumb under my eye. Had I been crying?

“Fuck,” I swore. “I swear I wasn’t like this in the meeting. I was very professional.”

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