Page 66 of Pack Deception: Part Two

Giddy anticipation courses through me when Maverick meets my grinding with some of his own.

“Fucking hell, your scent is everywhere right now. Does my omega need something?” His deep voice sounds gravelly with sleep, but so sinful I shiver.

“Just my alpha,” I purr back. A growl rumbles from his chest that I feel travel through my back. In the next breath, he picks up my leg and lifts it, not over his own body, but slings it over Mason’s. Fingers brush against my sex long enough for Maverick to feel how soaked and ready I am, and then he’s pushing into me in one swift thrust.

“Fuuck,” he murmurs, long and low. I’m too far away from Mason, the stretch in my leg feeling a little uncomfortable, so I scooch closer. Maverick follows me until the three of us can’t be distinguished from each other. Just a mess of arms and legs.

The new position lets me lift my leg higher on Mason’s hip, giving Maverick a deeper angle. One he takes full advantage of, thrusting in and out, his knot nudging my entrance each time.

“I’ll never get tired of this, sweets. You’re everything to me. You and Mason. Everything.” At his words, I clench around him, slick coating my thighs.

“I love you,” I pant in response, stomach tightening as I feel my orgasm build. “Both of you, I lo–”

Lips seal against mine, and I groan. With Maverick fucking me from behind, and my focus on that sensation, I hadn’t even noticed Mason woke up. Warm hands hold my face against his while his tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him. Mason kisses me with the kind of passion books are written about. Tender, deep strokes of his tongue that seem to match Maverick’s pace inside me. The two of them…so in sync, connected, and working in my favor right now.

Just as I think that, Maverick grunts and picks up his pace.

“Aghh, yes,” I mumble against Mason’s lips. Not to be outdone, he bites my bottom lip and becomes half-wild himself. I snake my hand down between us–the best I can with how close we all are–and stroke Mason from tip to base. Gently, he grabs my hand and moves it to his shoulder. Confused, I let it go and hold his shoulder for some semblance of control while Maverick continues to move inside me.

Mason hikes my leg higher on his hip and inches closer to me if that is even possible. This time, he snakeshishand down between us. If I thought he was going to rub my clit, I was very wrong. Pressure builds a little as he pushes two fingers inside me and fucks me with Maverick.

Groans come from Maverick and me at the move. It must drive him wild, because I feel his knot hit my entrance with a little more force, and I push back to welcome it. But Mason holds my hips still when he sees what I’m trying to do. “Don’t knot her, you bastard.”

A distressed noise escapes me. My omega doesnotlike that. She’s all about her knots. “Hey, shh. You’ll be plenty full with both of us in your pussy.”

Everything goes still. There is no rustling of the sheets or slapping of skin on skin, and I realize it’s because Mason has rendered Maverick and me both speechless. Not to be deterred, Mason starts moving again, adding a third finger to the mix that has my eyes rolling back in my head. When he adds the fourth, I don’t think I can handle anymore. As an omega, we’re built to take knots, to stretch past what a beta or even alpha could. But that doesn’t stop the little bit of trepidation from sneaking in.

“Ready?” he asks, pulling his fingers out. I can feel my head do a little bit of a nod, shake combination. This makes him pause. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“No, I want to,” I blurt out immediately. He looks back at me, eyes bouncing between mine, looking for a lie. Then the tip of his cock is nudging my entrance.

“You say stop, and we stop,” he says, holding a tight grip on my thigh, keeping me open for them. He thrusts a little. If I thought his fingers were a lot, I couldn’t have imagined this. Another thrust. Another inch. My breathing comes faster, panting as the pain and pleasure ride such a fine line.

Vibrations come from behind me as Maverick starts purring. Every locked-up muscle in my body loosens, and I go limp in their arms. The pain fades to a small pinch, pleasure overriding the rest. Another thrust, another inch.

Mason’s pelvis nudges mine. With wide eyes, I glance down to see he’s seated to the hilt. The sight of both my mates inside me is so erotic, I feel an orgasm building, squeezing them.

They both groan, finding a rhythm where one thrusts in as the other pulls out.

“Please, please, please,” I start chanting, not sure what I’m even asking for, but I feel myself heading for the edge of the cliff. Our bodies are all so close I can’t even reach between our bodies to help myself along.

Just when I feel like I could cry in frustration, teeth scrape over my neck. Maverick bites down, and I detonate around them. With Hudson still snoring in the corner, I try to contain the scream that wants to tear the building down.

Instead, I follow Maverick’s lead and tuck my face into Mason’s neck, biting down harshly on his own neck. The moan he lets out is obscene, his body convulsing as jets of cum shoot inside me. So much from the both of them that I feel it leaking out of me and onto all of our thighs.

The three of us lie there, panting, bringing our breathing down. Mason’s eyes are glazed as he goes through what I did with Hudson’s and Brooklyn’s bite marks. The influx of voices, the brilliant lights, and overwhelming pleasure.

Wait…

My fingers drift up to the side of my neck Maverick just marked. Where I expect my fingertips to brush against broken skin, they find none. It’s smooth.

Bliss turns to worry turns to anger. Emotions are hitting me from every direction wondering why he didn’t want to mark me. When everyone else has, and me to Mason.Mason.Maybe he only wanted to mate Ma–

“Ouch! What in the world,” I huff, pain coming from my thigh. Maverick’s chuckle following it. In the middle of my internal meltdown, he managed to pull out, settle between my thighs, and bite me right below my pantyline without me noticing.

“Sorry, sweets. I’ve had my sights set on this spot for a while. I’m going to have some fun the next few days waiting for it to heal.”

“Men,” I huff good-naturedly, rolling my eyes. First, Hudson on my breast, and now, this. I look over to Mason, knowing he’ll roll his eyes with me at their caveman ways. But instead, a laugh slips free when I see he’s fallen asleep.

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