Page 32 of Pack Plus One

Between the four of us, it doesn’t take long. Clothes hit the floor in a frantic rush—her dress pooling around her ankles, myshirt ripped in our haste to get it off, Jude’s pants kicked aside carelessly.

And then she’s bare except for a scrap of emerald lace that matches her dress, sprawled across my bed, her skin flushed a delicate pink, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her hair has come loose from its careful styling, dark strands spilling across my pillows like ink.

Gorgeous.

Jude doesn’t wait. He climbs onto the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them wide to expose the damp patch on her panties. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want as he settles between her legs. “Fuck, Leah.”

She whimpers, her hips lifting off the mattress, seeking friction. The movement is unconscious, instinctive—omega seeking alpha—and it strikes something primal in me.

I don’t let her wait. I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I kiss her again, deep and claiming. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine, skin to skin at last. The feel of her bare breasts against my chest sends electricity racing down my spine.

Jude’s fingers trail higher, teasing along the edge of her panties, never quite giving her what she needs. “You’resoaked,” he groans, the pad of his thumb barely grazing her through the thin fabric.

Leah whines, her legs trembling on either side of his hips. “Please?—”

Liam’s hand slides into her hair, tilting her head back to expose the long line of her throat. “Tell us what you want,” he demands softly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the sensation of three alphas touching her at once. “Everything.”

“Yesss,” I growl.

Jude hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and drags them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder with a growl of approval. Then his mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue licking a slow, filthy stripe up her center.

Leahscreams, her back bowing off the bed, her wrists straining against my grip. The sound is raw. Pure pleasure with no restraint.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips, watching her face contort with ecstasy. “Let us hear you.”

I watch, mesmerized, as Jude devours her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold them apart, his tongue working with focused precision. She writhes beneath him, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips as her head thrashes on the pillow.

Liam’s lips find her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as he works his way down to her breasts. “You tasteperfect,” he murmurs against her skin, his tongue circling one nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard.

Mason moves to the head of the bed, his fingers tracing the outline of her lips as he watches her fall apart beneath us. “Open,” he commands softly.

She does without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers before taking them into her mouth. She sucks greedily, her eyes locked with his, and I feel Mason’s subtle shudder at the sight.

The four of us work in perfect synchronicity, as if we’ve done this a thousand times before—Jude between her legs, his mouth relentless; Liam at her breast, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp nips; Mason’s fingers in her mouth, his other hand stroking her hair; and me, still pinning her wrists, watching her face as pleasure overwhelms her.

The sight of her like this—spread out,claimedby all of us at once—sends a surge of possessiveness through me so intense itmakes me ache. My cock throbs, desperate for relief, but I force myself to wait. This first time is about her.

Until I can’t wait any longer.

But I force myself to hold back. Not yet. Not before I’ve had a taste of her.

I release her wrists, my hands skimming down her sides, feeling the way her body trembles beneath my touch. “Not done with you yet,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her again. This time, it’s slower, deeper, like I’m trying to memorize the way she tastes. Her body shudders, and I’m sure she just came.

Jude glances up from between her legs, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and wild. “She’s fuckingaddictive,” he growls, his fingers digging into her thighs as he holds her open. “Can’t get enough of her.”

Leah’s head thrashes against the pillow, a broken whimper spilling from her lips. “I—please, I can’t?—”

“You can,” I tell her, my voice low and firm. “And you will.”

I nudge Jude aside, and he goes reluctantly, though not far. He stays close, his hand stroking her inner thigh, his lips brushing lazy kisses over her flushed skin.

Leah looks up at me, her eyes hazy with need, her lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. She’s wrecked already, her chest rising and falling in short, uneven pants, her body trembling under our hands.

And yet, she still wants more.

I slide my hands under her thighs, lifting her hips slightly and spreading her wider. Her scent is so rich, so intoxicating, that my head spins as I lower myself between her legs.