Page 63 of Pack Deception: Part Two

His answering chuckle sounds a little tense and surely just choked out for my benefit. “I’ll see you guys in a minute then. Love you.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing any of my mates say those words. Warmth flows through me, a little perfume leaking out, and causing Wells to grumble.

“Love you, too,” I whisper back to Hudson.

“Asshole,” Wells mumbles as he hangs up the phone. I smack the boulder he calls a shoulder for talking about my mate that way, even though I know he’s half-joking. Of all my mates, Wells got the closest to Hudson. Something about their personalities meshes really well.

Exactly eight minutes later, Wells comes to a screeching stop in front of the already-opened gate where Hudson and Brooklyn are waiting outside Brooklyn’s Audi. Wells rolled the windows down as soon as we got outside of traffic, and I think that helped curb his pesky pheromones because the vein in his temple looks significantly less pronounced. The locks disengage before he comes to a complete stop, not even putting the car in park.

“Thanks, Wells. Sorry about this.” My hand gestures along my body to basically apologize for everything in general.

“It’s okay, Summer. No offense, but please get out of my car,” he huffs, smiling at me in a tortured way that draws a laugh from both of us.

My door opens, letting in a draft that blows my scent around even more. Brooklyn stands half-crouched with a hand extended to pull me out or lend some strength if I need it. “You okay, sweets?”

Placing my hand in hers, I pull myself out of the car, shut the door behind me, and wave off Wells. Not needing to be told twice, he takes off down the way we came, all four windows still down. Which I’m sure will stay down until the omega heat hormones are no longer drenching every pocket of the cab of his car.

Another cramp hits, making my intestines feel like someone reached in and grabbed them in a vice-like grip. Brooklyn’s small hand rubs my back in soft, soothing strokes. The pain fades again, allowing me a moment's reprieve to stand and walk toward the Audi.

I slide into the backseat, Brooklyn right behind me, as Hudson drives us back. Slick is all but coating my thighs now, soaking my work pants. The pain is starting to become more constant. Probably due to the fact that I’m around my alphas and not getting stuffed full with knots.

I’m past the days when I didn’t feel like I could ask for affection.

My pack has done nothing but shower me with love since I’ve known them; so I don’t hesitate to take what I need anymore.

It’s all about growth, right?

The driveway isn’t too long, but I don’t want to wait. The way Hudson and Brooklyn smell… I’m going to go crazy. So I follow my instincts and swing a leg over, straddling Brooklyn. Her hands go to my hips without any hesitation, while mine go to each side of her face, pulling her lips to mine.

The kiss isn’t frenzied and out of control. It’s slow and deep. Passionate. My hips start to rock back and forth, trying to find friction. Brooklyn pulls me tight against her, hands roaming up my back until they reach my neck, where she grabs a handful of my hair at the nape and yanks. The movement forces my mouth from hers and my head back, granting her all the access she wants.

Wasting no time, she latches onto my neck, trailing kisses from my shoulder all the way up to my ear. Then she kisses back down to the junction between my shoulder and neck and bites, not breaking the skin.

“Ahhh,” I moan, warmth spreading through my thighs as a mini orgasm rocks through me. When my walls stop fluttering, I grind against her as best I can, begging for more.

“I can’t wait to leave my mark on you. Right here.” She bites again in the same spot, slick pouring from me. “Right where the whole world can see it. See that you. Are. Mine,” she growls out, biting a little harder, soothing it with a gentle kiss right after. I whimper, nodding frantically.

“Fuck,” Hudson growls from the front seat. I turn to see him rubbing his erection through his jeans, making my mouth water.

The car whips into the garage, and Hudson yanks the back door open to pull me from Brooklyn’s lap. I cling to him in desperation, my arms and legs wrapping around his body so tight that if he dropped his firm grip on my ass, I wouldn’t move an inch.

He fuses his lips to mine, kissing me without stopping to catch his breath. Vaguely, I hear the garage door closing behind us, and we’re moving through the house in the next second. It’s pretty impressive, actually. Not once does he stop kissing me to look where he’s going, navigating us through the pack house to my nest.

When we make it inside, Hudson throws me none too gently onto the mattress, following me down. Brooklyn shuts the door behind us, and I watch her reach behind her back to drag the zipper down on her dress. It pools to the floor around her ankles, leaving her standing there in a pale pink, lacey bra and panties set. More perfume leaks out of me at the sight, and her nostrils flare.

Hudson reacts to my scent by yanking me by my hips and fitting himself at my core, thrusting against my sex.

Pleasure erupts as his cock tortures my clit through two layers of clothes. It must bother him as much as it does me, the barriers, because he rips my pants off. The button goes flying somewhere in a mess of blankets. Cool air hits my thighs as my pants are shed. Hudson doesn’t bother taking his own off yet before he ducks down, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and pulling my panties to the side.

The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me gasping out his name. The heat hormones start taking over little by little as he eats me with a precision I’ll thank the Goddess for later.

Two orgasms later, my head is starting to feel a little foggy with pleasure, my body is limp, and the tremors in my legs are constant.

Brooklyn places a hand on Hudson’s shoulder pulling him back. Part of me blanches as he growls at her, at hishead alpha, but she just rolls her eyes. “It’s my turn,” she states, pointing him toward my head. “Switch.”

A grumble is all she gets in response, but I sweeten the pot for him. “I want you in my mouth, alpha.”

That gets him moving, scrambling to pull his pants off, and crawling on his knees to get to my face. The ceiling in my nest is lower than any other room, so Hudson’s head would be touching it if he were to stand straight up.

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