Page 65 of Pack Deception: Part Two

“Bite!” I repeat, somewhere between a whine and an angry demand.

Her answering laugh is husky. Alluring. “What was that, my beautiful mate? Did you want something?”

She’s taunting me. Teasing me when my control is nonexistent. Even if the heat hormones weren’t riding me as hard as they are, I’d still be near begging.

As it is, I’d lick a dirty toilet to get her mark on me.

Funny thing is, I know she wants it as bad as I do. Since the day I came home with tattoos covering my old marks–one they all got, too, after I was awake and well enough to be left alone–they’ve all taken to kissing and biting, teasing me where they’ve said they want their own marks. Leaving hickeys and bruises as temporary marks until we could do it for real. So I know just how close she is to snapping, too. And I use it.

I lean down, Hudson loosening his grip and slowing his thrusts just enough that I have control over my body again. Brooklyn turns her head, granting me access when she sees I’m trying to kiss her neck. Planting gentle, barely there kisses, I work my way up her neck before biting her ear. With my lips still around her lobe, I whisper, “I want you, Brooklyn. Mark me. Make me yours. Show me how atruealpha mates her omega.”

The growl that rips from her is…animalistic. Primal. There’s no other way for how she grips my chin in a fierce hold, yanks my head to the side, and sinks her teeth into my neck.

Brilliant white stars erupt from behind my eyes. Both mine and Brooklyn’s orgasms hit us at the same time. In the next second, still reeling from the pleasure and shaking off the brief hint of pain from the puncture wounds in my neck, Brooklyn’s voice finds its way into my head. Soft at first, like being at the far end of a tunnel and trying to make out who is on the other side. But clearer and clearer she becomes, like we’re jogging toward each other in that tunnel, ready for that sweet embrace when we meet in the middle.

Just as I start to come down from the mating bond high, and I can hear my alpha clear as day, I gasp at a stinging sensation on my breast, and it starts all over again. There is just enough clarity between all the dizziness and bright lights that I look down to see Hudson lapping at his mate mark. Right on my breast. Inches from my nipple.

A mate bond requires attention for days after. So this man will be licking and sucking on my breast to “heal my bondmark.” I can’t tell whether I want to laugh or smack him on his absurdly handsome head.

My turn,a voice in my head says. In the same breath, Hudson pulls me off Brooklyn and tosses me on my back. There is an embarrassing squelch when he does, and I look over to see the toy soaked with my juices.

Jackass,Brooklyn’s voice shoots back, distracting me. Their voices are easier to distinguish between now that I’m focusing on who is talking.

Get over it, Hudson laughs back, positioning himself between my legs and sinking inside with ease. His knot nudges against my opening, so I spread my legs wider to take him in, but he pulls back.

“Not yet,” he grunts, pulling back and pushing back in with shallow, slow thrusts. A small whimper escapes me. “Shhhh, pretty girl. I’ll give you what you need. I just want to savor this a little longer.” He lifts my hips up higher for a different angle and picks up the pace.

It feels so incredibly good, I don’t think it could get any better until I hear praises and compliments streaming down the bond.

From both of them.

It drives me wild, so I wrap my legs around Hudson’s back and, when he’s thrusting back in, I yank with every muscle in my legs. Feeling his knot lock inside me as we both shout our release is absolutely worth it.

Hudson collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. Sleep starts to drag me under, my eyes feel heavy, but I sense Brooklyn lying down beside us. Hudson turns so I’m sandwiched between them, his knot still locked in me. Brooklyn kisses the bond mark she gave me, making a small orgasm sweep through me, and causing Hudson to grunt out another release.

“Sleep, Summer. We’ve got all week, just us.”

So I do.

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“I don’t care who it is, Mason. I’m not fucking leaving her to take a phone call.” I hear Brooklyn whispering, but I’m still too tired to open my eyes. Or do anything beyond listening and trying to comprehend what’s happening. An arm around my waist tightens, cocooning me in a soft warm embrace.

Mason or Maverick or somebody must respond to her, but their voices are too low for me to hear. Brooklyn stiffens slightly beside me before cursing and slowly peeling herself from my back. I think I hear her mutter something along the lines offucking vile cretins.The space at my back becomes cold with her absence. A distressed mewl leaves me in my half-sleep state, and a second later, a much larger body presses against me. Sleep takes me once more.

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Pain in my abdomen wakes me up. I’m not sure how long I’ve been sleeping, but Brooklyn is nowhere to be found, and Hudson has been pushed to the far end of the nest where he snores so loud I’m surprisedthatisn’t what woke me.

Mason and Maverick now take up residence on either side of me. I should be happy, having them here. But all my omega is focused on is that one of her mates is missing. The pain flares again, making me grunt and push a fist against my stomach to soothe it. The bite mark on my neck feels hot, angry, and tender to the touch. Whether the pain is subconscious, or it really does need to be tended to by my alpha, I’m not sure.

The pain in my stomach hammers in a constant, dreadful crescendo that has now advanced on to a headache.

Why is everyone sleeping in my nestduring my heat?

Deciding to be a pushy, needy omega, I grind my hips back against Maverick. Somehow, my alpha is hard even in his sleep. It must be the cloying omega pheromones. Either way, it works out to my benefit. Everyone may be asleep, but at least they’ve all been smart enough to assume I’d want them completely naked and wrapped around me. I never put clothes back on after my tryst with Hudson and Brooklyn. Nothing separates us as I toy with Maverick to wake him up. The skin-to-skin contact and promise of pain relief soothes the ache for Brooklyn just a little.

The arm banded around my stomach tightens in a way that I know means I’ve woken him.Finally.

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