Page 124 of Pack Plus One

“Mine,” Caleb snarls again as he notches the head of his cock against her entrance. Without further warning, he slams into her with enough force to rock the entire bed frame.

Leah’s scream is a thing of beauty—raw and primal and uninhibited. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white from the force of her grip. Caleb sets a punishing pace immediately, each thrust making obscene wet sounds as he pistons into her.

“God, that’s hot,” Jude murmurs, stroking himself slowly as he watches. “Look at her take it. Fucking made for us.”

“Language,” Mason chides automatically, though the reminder lacks its usual force given that he’s palming himself through his pants while watching Caleb claim our omega.

I can’t look away from the point where their bodies join—the place where Caleb’s thick cock disappears into Leah’s sexy pussy with each powerful thrust, her slick coating him, making the slide easier despite his considerable size. The base of his cock is already swelling, the beginnings of his knot forming as his instincts drive him to breed, to claim, to mark.

“Liam,” Leah gasps, turning her face toward me. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen and red from Jude’s attentions. “Come here.”

I move without conscious thought, positioning myself near her head. She reaches for my belt with trembling fingers, and I help her, unbuckling it and freeing my cock from the confines of my pants. The relief is immediate and overwhelming.

“In my mouth,” she pleads, licking her lips. “Now.”

The “now” undoes me. I guide the head of my cock to her parted lips, groaning as she takes me in with eager hunger. The wet heat of her mouth is a revelation, her tongue swirling around the head with precision that suggests she’s mapped my preferences as carefully as I’ve mapped hers.

Caleb’s thrusts drive her forward onto my cock, creating a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head with pleasure. I tangle my fingers in her hair, grounding myself in the sensation of her taking me so perfectly.

“Gonna knot you, sweetheart,” Caleb growls, his pace becoming erratic as his control slips. “Gonna fill you up, mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Leah moans around my cock at his words, the vibrations sending electric pulses of pleasure up my spine. I feel her begin to tremble, her body tensing as she approaches climax.

“That’s it,” Mason encourages, moving closer to stroke her back in soothing motions. “Let go for us, Leah. Show us how good we make you feel.”

Jude positions himself at her side, his hand moving to where she and Caleb are joined. His fingers find her clit, circling it with practiced skill. “Come on, doll,” he urges. “Come on our alpha’s knot like the perfect omega you are.”

Leah’s orgasm hits like a tidal wave—her entire body seizing, inner muscles clamping down on Caleb’s cock with enough force to make him shout. Her cry is muffled by my cock in her mouth, but I feel it—feel her pleasure in the way she shudders, in the way her scent explodes with satisfaction, in the way her eyes roll back.

Caleb follows immediately, his knot swelling to full size as he locks himself inside her. “Mine,” he roars, teeth finding her nape in a bite that stops just short of breaking skin.

The sight of them locked together, Caleb’s teeth at her throat and Leah coming apart beneath him, pushes me over the edge. I pull back, not wanting to choke her, and spill my release across her lips and cheek with a groan that comes from the very core of me.

Jude follows suit seconds later, his hand working his own cock to completion as he adds his mark to Leah’s face and neckalongside mine. The territorial display should be crude, but in this moment it feels right—necessary, even.

Mason is the last to join, his usual restraint finally breaking as he watches Leah claimed and marked by all of us. He frees himself from his pants, strokes himself to completion with efficient movements, and adds his release to the mixture on Leah’s skin with a quiet groan that somehow sounds louder than Caleb’s roar.

The aftermath is a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing, Caleb and Leah locked together by his knot while the rest of us arrange ourselves around them. Someone—Mason, probably—finds tissues to gently clean Leah’s face, though none of us suggest washing away our scents completely. The mingled smell of pack and sex and satisfaction fills the small apartment like the most potent perfume ever created.

“Holy shit,” Jude says after several minutes of contented silence. He’s sprawled on his back beside Leah, staring up dazed at her ceiling. “That was...”

“Mmm,” Leah agrees, sounding thoroughly fucked out and pleased about it. She’s draped across Caleb’s chest now, his knot still securing them together as he holds her tight.

“Are you alright?” I ask her, reaching out to brush damp hair from her face. “We were rather... intense.”

She turns her head to look at me, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “More than alright,” she assures me. Her expression turns thoughtful. “I didn’t expect... I mean, I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“Like what?” Mason asks, ever attentive to nuance.

“Like…so right,” she admits softly.

The simple honesty of her words settles something in my chest.

“It is,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple. “For all of us.”

When Caleb’s knot finally subsides, Leah stretches languidly between us, her body marked with evidence of our collective passion—light bruises from Caleb’s grip on her hips, the slight redness around her mouth from Jude’s enthusiasm, the lingering imprints of my fingers on her thighs, and the bruise on her neck from where Caleb branded her.

“Water,” Mason announces, and returns with glasses for everyone. I watch as Leah drinks, her throat working, a droplet escaping to trail down her neck, over her collarbone, and between her breasts. Mason’s eyes follow the same path, his usual composure fraying at the edges.