Page 125 of Pack Plus One

She notices. She sets down the glass and reaches for him, fingers curling around his wrist. “I want you,” she says, voice husky with need, eyes holding his with unmistakable intent.

Mason’s eyebrows rise. “You should rest.”

She tugs him closer, her other hand sliding up his thigh with determined purpose. “Do I look like I want to rest?”

The scent of her renewed arousal hits my nostrils—sharp, sweet, demanding. Mason inhales deeply, his pupils dilating as he surrenders to her pull. She guides him onto the bed, pushing him onto his back with surprising strength, then straddles him in one fluid motion.

“Fuck,” Jude whispers reverently from beside me, his hand moving to his cock, which is already hardening again at the sight before us.

I can’t look away as Leah positions herself over Mason, her slick pussy hovering just above his straining cock. Mason’s hands grip her hips, holding on as she teases them both, brushing her wet heat against his tip.

“Please,” he grits out, the single word shattering his usual calm.

Leah smiles, a wicked curve of lips that makes my own cock throb in response. Then she sinks down, taking him inside herin one long, slow slide that has both of them groaning. The visual is searing—her stretching around his thickness, her thighs trembling with the effort of restraint, Mason’s eyes rolling back as she seats herself fully.

“Don’t just watch.” She looks over her shoulder, reaching for me with one hand and Jude with the other. “I want all of you.”

We need no further invitation. Jude moves to kneel in front of her, his mouth finding her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple until she gasps. I take her other breast, marveling at how her body responds to our combined attention, her skin flushing pink with arousal. Caleb positions himself at her side, one large hand tangling in her hair to tilt her face toward him for a deep, possessive kiss.

Leah moves on Mason with a rhythm that makes my throat go dry. The way her body arches, sweat-slick and golden in the dim light, is nothing short of breathtaking. Caleb’s mouth works down her throat, leaving marks that won’t fade for days, while Jude’s hands roam her curves with a reverence that belies his usual brashness.

She’s vanilla and cinnamon and want, her scent intertwining with ours until the air is thick with it. I catalog every detail like a man starved: the way Mason’s fingers dig into her hips as he fucks her, the flush spreading across her chest, the desperate little sounds she makes when Jude’s tongue flicks against her clit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jude groans, his breath ghosting over her slick folds.

Leah’s response is immediate—her hips jerk, her back arches, and Mason’s usually impeccable control shatters completely. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, underscored by Leah’s ragged breathing and the creak of the bedframe.

Caleb moves like a man possessed, one broad hand replacing my mouth on her breast while the other joins Jude between her thighs. “That’s it,” he rumbles, the vibration traveling through all of us. “Take what you need, omega.”

The possessive edge in his voice should chafe, but right now, with Leah spread out before us like a feast, it just feels right.

I press closer, drawn to her like a moth to flame. My tongue traces the salt-damp curve of her shoulder as my hand skates down her spine. “Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin.

She turns her head, eyes glassy with pleasure, and reaches for me. “Liam?—”

I move closer, unsure of her intent until she guides my cock to her mouth. The moment her lips wrap around me, the world narrows to white-hot sensation. The heat of her mouth, the way her tongue presses just there, the vibrations of her moans—it’s all I can do not to spill down her throat immediately.

The sight we make is obscene in its perfection: Leah stretched between us, taking and giving pleasure with equal abandon. Mason beneath her, his usual stoicism replaced by raw need. Jude between her thighs, grinning like the cat who got the cream. Caleb at her breast, watching her with dark, possessive eyes.

When she comes, it’s with a cry that shakes the walls. Her body convulses around Mason, her mouth tightening around me, and suddenly we’re all unraveling—Mason first, his release spilling into her with a groan that sounds like a prayer. Caleb follows, painting her stomach in thick stripes. I barely manage to pull free before adding my own mark to her flushed skin.

For long moments after, we’re just a tangle of limbs and labored breathing. Jude collapses onto Leah’s thigh with a contented sigh. “Holy fuck.”

Leah’s answering laugh is hoarse and satisfied. She’s sprawled across Mason’s chest, Caleb curled against her side, my arm trapped somewhere beneath them all.

Mason’s the first to speak, though he makes no move to disentangle himself. “We should clean up.”

“Five more minutes,” Jude mumbles, nuzzling into Leah’s hip.

Those five minutes stretch into twenty before we finally stagger to the shower—all five of us cramming into Leah’s tiny bathroom in a tangle of limbs and laughter. The water’s barely warm when Jude crowds her against the tile, his hands roaming possessively over her hips.

“Turn around, doll,” he murmurs, and Leah goes willingly, bracing herself with palms flat against the wall.

Caleb drops to his knees with a splash, wedging himself between Leah and the wall. The sound she makes when his tongue finds her clit echoes off the tiles.

The water sluices over Leah’s curves, and Mason and I watch from the periphery, our cocks filling again at the sight.

The shower rod rattles when Jude thrusts into her, pushing her harder against Caleb’s mouth. Caleb growls against her skin, the vibration drawing another broken moan from Leah’s lips.