Page 140 of Pack Plus One

I jerk back from Caleb’s mouth to find Jude leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. Mason stands just behind him, eyes dark and calculating as they rake over my disheveled state—lips swollen, hair wild, Caleb’s scent clinging to my skin. Liam’s the one who steps forward first, his usual calm replaced by something far more dangerous.

“Interesting interpretation of ‘self-defense training,’” Jude drawls, pushing off the doorframe. “Unless the lesson was how to fuck our alpha senseless? In which case—” He gestures to me, pinned beneath Caleb. “Top marks, omega.” He bites his lip, barely hiding his grin.

Caleb’s growl vibrates through me where our bodies are still pressed together.

“She’s mine tonight.”

The possessive claim should chafe. Instead, it sends a wave of slick between my thighs, the omega in me purring under his dominance.

Liam’s fingers flex at his sides, his calm veneer cracked by the tension in his shoulders. “We agreed about this,” he says, his voice steady but taut.

Mason tilts his head, studying us like a particularly fascinating puzzle. His gaze drops to where Caleb’s hips pressinto mine, and he inhales sharply. Slowly, his tongue flicks out to wet his lips.

Jude narrows his eyes playfully, his grin all mischief and heat. “You’re hogging her, Caleb.”

I should be embarrassed—mortified, even. But the omega in me preens under their combined attention. My body arches instinctively toward the nearest alpha—Caleb, who still cages me against the mats, his scent thick and overwhelming.

Then Liam moves.

One moment, he’s standing by the door; the next, his fingers are tangled in my hair, tilting my face up. His lips crash against mine, his kiss slow but demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he’s memorizing the taste of me. I gasp, my hands gripping Caleb’s forearms where he still pins me.

Jude’s hands slide beneath my blouse, his clever fingers finding my nipples and pinching just hard enough to make me gasp into Liam’s mouth. “Fuck, she’s soft,” Jude murmurs against my throat before biting down on the tender skin where my shoulder meets my neck.

Caleb snarls, his grip on my wrists tightening as his cock presses harder against my thigh. But before he can react, Mason kneels beside the mat, his analytical gaze locked between my legs.

“Fascinating,” Mason murmurs, dragging a single finger over the damp fabric of my leggings. When he lifts his hand and rubs my slick between his fingers, his eyes darken. “Fuck, Leah. You’re dripping.”

Jude nips at my earlobe. “Let’s see how much more we can make her drip.”

The tension snaps.

Caleb growls low in his throat, one hand releasing my wrist to yank my shirt over my head. His gaze locks with mine, dark and hungry. “Look at me,” he orders.

I do.

They move without even having to tell the other where they want to go. A breath shudders through me and then Jude’s hands hook into the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down my legs in one sharp, fluid motion. He tosses them over his shoulder, his growl of approval vibrating against my skin.

The cool air hits my overheated core for only a moment before Jude’s mouth replaces his fingers. His tongue licks a slow, filthy stripe up my center, and my back bows off the mat.

“Fuck!” I gasp, the sound raw and unrestrained.

Liam swallows the sound with another bruising kiss, his teeth scraping my bottom lip as his hand finds my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Caleb’s teeth drag over the sensitive skin of my neck, his cock heavy and insistent where it presses against my side.

Jude groans against me. “She tastes so fucking good,” he mutters before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit, relentless. “I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy.”

I writhe beneath them, my body overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. Caleb’s growl vibrates against my shoulder as he releases my other wrist, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. He holds me open for Jude, his thumbs pressing into my flesh with enough force to leave bruises.

Mason, still kneeling beside me, watches for another heartbeat before Jude growls, his voice muffled against my folds:

“Stop thinking andfuck her mouthalready.”

Mason’s control snaps.

One hand fists into my hair, tilting my head back as he releases his cock from his pants. He’s thick, the salt-slick taste of him flooding my tongue as he pushes past my lips. He doesn’t go too deep at first, letting me adjust, but when my tongue swirls around the head, he groans and thrusts deeper.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice strained.

Jude redoubles his efforts below, his tongue working in tandem with two fingers curling inside me. My thighs tremble, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until I’m sure I’ll snap.