Page 33 of Pack Deception: Part One

"Good morning, sweets," Maverick says in a voice still husky with sleep as he leans in to give me a sweet, tender kiss. Once. Twice. I kiss him back automatically, leaning into it. He breaks away from my lips before I'm ready, but before I can protest, he's nudging my head to the side so he has access to my neck. He licks and sucks his way from my jaw to my ear and then down my neck. Each kiss has a direct line to my clit, which throbs with every touch.

He moves on top of me and starts pushing up my nightshirt. The action alone, and the promise of what's to come, has slick pouring out of me.

"You taste like sin, omega. Touching you should be illegal." I'm glad it's not though as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and then biting down gently.

"Ahh," I cry out and buck off the bed.

"Stay still," he growls, a touch of an alpha command in it. I whimper a little at the restraint and stay completely still as he continues his assault on my nipples. One after the other and then back again.

"Please," I beg, wishing I could buck my hips to show him exactly what I want but knowing he won't give it to me if I do. I'm not sure how I know it, I just do.

"Is my omega feeling needy?" he taunts.

"Yes," I hiss as his fingers skate over the soft cotton panties I'm sleeping in. Right over where I desperately need him. "Please, alpha." I turn my head to the side and expose my neck in a sign of submission I know will drive him crazy.

He growls at the action and then rips my panties with an almost feral sound coming from him. Before I can beg anymore, he's shoving two fingers into me as he leans down to suck my clit into his mouth.

I gasp at the sensation. One hand moves of its own accord to grab the back of Maverick's head to keep him there while the other grips the sheets on my bed for purchase.

I whimper as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me, curling them to hit the oh so sweet spot inside of me. My legs start to shake uncontrollably. I can feel my orgasm start to build. As he's pumping his fingers violently inside me in a way I desperately need, he starts to scissor them, too.

"Are you going to take my knot, sweets?" he purrs from his position between my legs, looking up at me as he waits for my answer.

Fingers still moving inside me, I clench around them at the prospect of his knot.

Goddess, yes.

I nod my head vigorously.

"Perfect, sweet omega," a feminine voice chuckles. I startle at the sound. The fingers inside of me feel less thick than before. I glance down in time to see Brooklyn lap at my sex and add a third finger to the mix.

What the...

I don't have time to question it because then she's sucking hard on my clit and curling her three fingers, dragging them against my g-spot, and my orgasm rips through me so fast I shout and arch off the bed as I ride the wave back down. Small pulses are still coursing through me. My breath still comes fast and short, and my body feels like jello as she kisses her wave back up my body.

She places a sweet kiss on my neck that makes me moan and then moves to hover over my body.

Only this time, it's Hudson staring back at me. "Ready, pretty girl?"

"Ready?" I croak out, wondering what he means, and then he's slamming into me in one swift motion.

A sob rips from me at the exquisite, almost painful pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes." I'm sobbing and clawing at his back as he pumps in and out at me at a brutal and hard pace. Hudson sits back on his haunches and lifts my hip to reach even deeper inside of me. I can feel sweat pooling on my back, and my whole body is sticky with the sensation.

He's squeezing my hips in a painful grip that I can tell will leave bruises. Ones I will cherish for days until they fade away. His knot is pushing against my center, causing a mini orgasm to flutter through me. Little more than a tease, because all it does is make my need ratchet higher.

"Knot," I beg. "Please."

He drops his grip on my hips and rests his weight on his forearms hovering directly over me. "Anything for you, mate." He tucks his head into my neck, and before I have the chance to question what he said, he's pushing his knot into me. The stretch is deliciously painful and exactly what I need. My mind blanks out, making way for the...

The pressure drops away as he pulls his knot back. "What," I start to ask, and Mason's face pulls away from my neck. He sits up, drags one of my legs up over his shoulder and starts leisurely moving inside me. One hand holds my left leg over his shoulder, and he uses his other hand to spread my right leg out as far as it can go. He pushes it into the mattress, exposing my pussy to him, and he stares at where his cock is disappearing in and out of me with rapt attention.

But he's moving too slow, only pushing in half way before he pulls back out, teasing me.

"Mason, harder. Faster." I buck my hips as he pushes in, trying to take him deeper. He pulls back as my hips come up, and then stills, leaving only the tip in.

Mason tsks at me. The orgasm that was right on the edge when Hudson's knot was pushing into me is gone and losing that sense of rapture feels like I've been edged for hours.

"Do you think omegas who are already claimed get to make demands?" Mason taunts.

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