Page 64 of Pack Deception: Part Two

Boxers and jeans discarded, my mouth waters at his cock as he strokes it inches from my mouth. The head is close to purple, veins prominent, the whole thing begging for release. His knot is already fully inflated, and my core clenches just thinking about it locking into me.

A bead of precum leaks out of his tip. I dart my tongue out to lap it up.

“Mmm,” I moan and take him into my mouth, chasing more of his flavor. Brooklyn takes Hudson’s place in between my legs and sucks my clit into her mouth. Just as she does, Hudson’s cock nudges the back of my throat, making me whimper at the sensory overload.

“Fuck,” Hudson hisses at my whimper, feeling the vibrations. “That’s it, pretty girl. Take my cock. Such a good little omega.”

Slick drips from me at his praise, and my pussy clenches around nothing. Goddess, I need more. Need to be filled. I spread my legs wide, tilting my hips up in invitation. Brooklyn’s laugh is smug. “She really liked that. Didn’t you, cherub? Soaking the sheets. You like being told how perfect you are. Made for us.”

While she’s talking, Brooklyn shoves two fingers into me, hard and deep, dragging along that perfect spot. In and out, she keeps up a brutal pace. Hudson, seeing her pace, matches it. Rough hands grab my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pull back. With my head at the angle he wants it, Hudson fucks into my face. Taking no prisoners, his cock hits the back of my throat over and over. I try to open my throat and take everything he gives me, all the while Brooklyn’s fingers don’t stop. Tears prick my eyes, and it’s getting hard to breathe. The sensory overload is too much, and that tell-tale warmth spreads through me. My legs shake uncontrollably until my whole body locks up, and I jump head-first off the cliff.

“That’s it, cherub. Squeeze my fingers. So fucking beautiful,” she grunts, still pushing in and out of me as my pussy spasms and spasms around her. I moan long and low around Hudson’s cock, causing a chain reaction. A second later, he groans and holds my head still while he spills himself inside me.

I swallow him down and then take a gasping breath, one I’d been desperate for. Hudson continues to kneel in front of me, so his dick is still in full view. Gingerbread and nutmeg permeate my enclosed nest as I get a good look at his still very hard cock. It doesn’t even look like it’s come at all–still red and angry, waiting to knot something.

No, not something…me.

My perfume is so strong right now, I almost choke on it. The look in Brooklyn and Hudson’s eyes tells me they’re holding back a rut with everything in them. If I were to guess, they want to mark me properly before letting that side take over.

I’m about to ask Hudson to knot me when I feel something pushing back inside me. But it doesn’t feel like fingers. Looking down, my eyes pop wide open at the sight of Brooklyn in a strap-on.

“I told you I had a toy I wanted to use. This one is double-sided. So you’re going to be a good omega, and let me fuck you, aren’t you?” Her hips snap forward, and we both moan. Each thrust she gives me, shoves the dildo deeper in her, too. The look on her face as her eyes roll back in her head pushes me over the edge again. I’ve come so hard already, the dildo she’s using glides in and out of me with ease, soaked with my slick.

“Flip over, Brookie,” Hudson says, voice near a growl as he crawls toward Brooklyn. Without any question, she complies. An embarrassingyipleaves my mouth as I go flying through the air, landing on top of Brooklyn, who has laid on her back. The momentum shoves me forward hard, pushing the dildo so deep it’s almost painful; for both of us.

Our cries of pleasure bleed together, followed by a loudcrack.

A harsh stinging sensation hits me. Looking back, I turn just in time to see Hudson bring his hand down on my ass again, right on the same spot. I gasp, squeezing the toy inside me so hard Brooklyn’s thrusting stops. On shaky arms, I lift myself off her chest, wanting to lean back and ride my alpha.

“Uh uh.” Hudson pushes me back down. I go without much fight, my entire body already feeling like mush. “I’ve got something else in mind for you, mate.” There is a slight pressure as he rubs his thumb around my hole before pushing in. “I’m going to fuck you here while Brookie gets her fill. Then I’ll take my turn in that pretty pussy, and you’ll take my knot like a good omega.”

My head is jerking up and down so fast that the room goes blurry.

Goddess, yes. All of that. Please.

I think I moan out little whispered pleas. I must because a second later, he’s scooping up some of my slick from around my pussy, using it as lube as he works two fingers into me. A few more pumps and then a third finger joins, stretching me.

I’m grateful because none of my mates are lacking in the dick department.

After a few minutes, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty again. That doesn’t last long though, as his head replaces where his fingers were. Inch by inch, he pushes in, groaning as he goes. All the prep in the world could not compare to how thick and hard he feels inside me. When he’s seated to the hilt, he grabs hold of my hips in a firm grip. At the same time, Brooklyn decides it's a good time to start moving again. She plants her heels as firmly as she can on the soft mattress and thrusts up. As she’s coming down, Hudson thrusts forward.

Where she pulls back, he pushes forward.

When she thrusts up, he pulls out.

Their pace is flawless, someone always deep inside me, setting a perfect pace. Once they get into a good rhythm, it’s almost as if they hit a pre-rut. They’re fucking me like savages.

Hard. Fast. Brutal.

It’s too much and not enough. I’m sobbing with pleasure, release after release hitting me. Hudson pulls my hair back in a tight fist, pushing my head down while using it as leverage. My neck is bared at Brooklyn, and suddenly, all I want is for her to bite me. So I pull my neck back even more, leaning down so she can see exactly where I want her.

“Bite, alpha. Please.” My words can barely be heard over the grunting, slapping of skin, and squelching of my slick pouring over the toy in us. Still, she must hear me because she leans forward and kisses my neck.

Thank the God–

She pulls back.

I growl.

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