Page 171 of Pack Plus One

They up the pace and my head falls back, vision fading in and out. The relentless stimulation triggers another orgasm, this one so powerful my consciousness fragments, pleasure whiting out my vision as I convulse around them. My release triggers a chain reaction—Liam coming first, flooding my mouth faster than I can swallow, excess dripping down my chin.

Mason and Jude follow simultaneously, pumping me so full that it leaks out around their shafts despite how tightly they’re wedged inside me. The pressure of their release sends my orgasm into a spiral until I’m sobbing from overstimulation.

Caleb is the last to finish, painting my breasts with thick ropes of his release before collapsing beside us, his hand still idly stroking my trembling thigh.

We stay locked together, a tangle of limbs and fluids, until they can finally withdraw. The emptiness triggers another whimper, my body insatiable despite the thorough claiming.

“Knot,” I demand. “I need a knot.”

They exchange heated glances before rearranging me once more. This time Caleb lies beneath me, his cock sliding into my ass. Liam positions himself at my pussy, pushing in with a single smooth thrust that has me gasping.

Mason kneels by my head, guiding his cock back into my mouth while Jude watches, his hand stroking my sweat-dampened hair.

They set a brutal pace, all three thrusting in perfect synchrony, using my body with an abandon. Completely claiming of me. The sensation of being triple-penetrated, of being the center of their universe, pushes me toward another climax embarrassingly quickly.

My orgasm tears through me with devastating force, my entire body convulsing as pleasure crashes over me in endless waves. The contractions trigger Caleb and Liam’s releases, both of them flooding me with hot spurts that seem endless.

Caleb pulls out just in time, painting my back with thick stripes of cum that mark me as thoroughly claimed. Liam growls his approval, leaning down to kiss me deeply as his buries himself full hilt.

“Going to knot you,” he barely gets out before his knot swells and locks us together.

The sensation of being stretched, owned, loved, pushes back against the need eating at me, pushes back against the pain. I whimper as I take everything he’s offering. Everything they’re offering.

The night continues in a blur of positions and combinations, my body passed between them like a prized possession. They take me in every possible configuration—all my holes filledsimultaneously, stretched to my limits and beyond, marked inside and out with their scent, their cum, their knots, their claiming.

Through it all, they mark me thoroughly—bites on my inner thighs, bruises on my hips, fingerprints on my ass, cum in every hole and across my skin. By the time my heat begins to ebb, hours or maybe days later, I’m a thoroughly debauched mess, every inch of me claimed and reclaimed by my pack.

When my heat temporarily subsides enough for coherent thought, I find myself cradled against Caleb’s chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. The others are close by—Jude sprawled across the foot of the nest, Liam and Mason curled on either side of us like protective bookends.

“Thank you,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a rasp from screaming. “For taking care of me.”

Caleb’s arms tighten around me, his lips pressing against my temple. “Always,” he promises.

I turn in his embrace, looking up at his face. At the devotion written there, unguarded and sincere. My gaze drops to the puzzle piece pendants still somehow intact around my neck, the gold catching the low light of the nest room, before my focus shifts to the massive ring on my finger.

I’m theirs.

I’ve always been theirs.

“Caleb,” I whisper, the words forming before I fully decide to speak them. “I want your mark.”

His body goes rigid beneath me, his scent spiking with sudden intensity. “Leah.” His voice is rough with emotion. “Are you sure? The heat might be?—”

“It’s not the heat,” I interrupt, placing my palm against his jaw. “It’s me. It’s us. I’m sure.”

The others stir. Jude lifts his head, suddenly alert. Liam and Mason shift closer, their expressions a mixture of hope and caution.

“All of you,” I clarify, meeting each of their gazes in turn. “I want the pack bond.”

A collective inhale greets my words, four pairs of eyes widening with identical surprise.

“You don’t have to—” Liam begins, but I shake my head, cutting him off.

“I know I don’t have to,” I say firmly. “I want to. I want to belong to you, the way you belong to me.”

Caleb’s hand finds the nape of my neck, his touch reverent. “Once done, it can’t be undone,” he warns, though I can see the barely contained joy behind his caution. “You’ll be ours. Forever.”

The word should terrify me. Once, it would have. But now, surrounded by the pack that has become my home, my family, my everything, it feels like a promise rather than a trap.