Page 31 of Pack Plus One

Leah’s breath hitches, her gaze darting between them. “I—um?—”

Jude pushes off the stairs, prowling toward us. His usual playfulness has given way to something more intense, more focused. “Don’t stop onouraccount, doll.” His voice is rough, almost a purr.

Liam follows, his movements measured as he approaches from the other side. “In fact,” he says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear, “I think we’d all like tohelp.”

Leah’s eyes widen, her lips parting on a soft exhale. “Allof you?”

Mason steps forward then, his gaze locked on hers with an intensity I’ve rarely seen from him. “If that’s what you want.” His gaze drops to the sweet plumpness that’s her lips. “We like to share.”

She hesitates—just for a second—but then her scent spikes, sweet and intoxicating, filling the foyer with the unmistakable perfume of omega arousal. The four of us inhale simultaneously, our bodies responding with an almost synchronous tension.

She wants this.

I don’t give her time to second-guess. I kiss her again, deep and filthy, my hands sliding down to grip her hips and pull her firmly against me. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me growl.

As I pull her off the door, Jude’s hands land on her waist from behind, his lips brushing the curve of her neck as he presses his chest to her back. “Fuck, you smellgood,” he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. “Like you were made for us.”

She gasps, arching back into him even as she presses forward against me, caught between our bodies. The sight of her between us—flushed, panting,wanting—sends a surge of possessiveness through me so strong it’s almost painful.

Liam steps in closer, his fingers brushing her jaw with his usual gentleness. “Tell us to stop,” he murmurs, though his eyes are dark with need. “If this isn’t what you want.”

Leah’s breath hitches as she looks up at him. Her gaze darts between us—Jude at her back, pressed along the length of her body; Liam’s hand on her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip; me still holding her hips, my cock hard against her stomach.

Then her eyes find Mason, who watches from a slight distance, patient but hungry.

Her voice, when it comes, is soft but certain: “Don’tstop.”

That’s all it takes.

Jude’s hands slide up her sides, pushing the fabric of her dress higher, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her thighs. The emerald silk rustles as it bunches around her waist. “Fuck, you’reperfect,” he groans, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

Liam captures her mouth next, kissing her with a slow intensity that makes her whimper. I watch, mesmerized, as her fingers clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. He takes his time exploring her mouth, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan.

Mason moves behind me, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Take her upstairs.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I lift Leah into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. She’s light, pliant, her breath coming in quick little gasps as I carry her up the stairs. Her dress is still bunched around her waist, leaving her long, smooth legs bare against myhands, and I can’t help but balance her with one arm while the other runs along her skin.

Jude follows behind, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt, leaving it to hang open as he takes the stairs two at a time. “Bedroom.Now.”

Liam and Mason trail behind. The stairwell is filled with the heady mixture of three alphas and one very aroused omega, a combination so intoxicating I’m surprised we make it upstairs at all.

I kick open the door to my room, barely registering the dim lighting filtering through the blinds, the king-sized bed with its navy sheets, the way Leah’s eyes widen as I set her down at the foot of the mattress.

“Last chance to back out,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the thin strap of her dress where it cuts across her collarbone.

She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, her voice breathless but steady. “Please.”

That’s it. That’s all I need.

I yank the strap down, baring her shoulder, and sink my teeth into the soft skin there—not hard enough to mark permanently, but enough to make her cry out, her back arching.

Jude groans, shoving his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. “Fuck, Caleb,warna guy.”

Leah’s hands are already pulling at my belt, her fingers trembling with impatience. “Too much clothes,” she whines, tugging at the leather.

Liam chuckles, stepping forward to help. “Impatient, aren’t we?” His fingers make quick work of my belt as Leah fumbles with the buttons of my shirt.