Page 33 of Pack Plus One

She gasps when my mouth makes contact, her hands flying to my hair, clutching at the strands as if she needs something to anchor her. I groan against her, the taste of her flooding my senses. Jude didn’t exaggerate. She’s sweet and musky and utterlyaddictive.

“Fuck,” I growl, my tongue sweeping over her slick folds. “You’re perfect.”

Her hips jerk, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Caleb?—”

Jude’s hand moves to her clit, his thumb circling it with gentle, teasing pressure. “Relax, doll,” he murmurs. “Let us take care of you.”

I glance up and meet his eyes, and in that moment, there’s no need for words.

Jude focuses on her clit, his strokes growing firmer while I devour her, my tongue plunging inside her before dragging up to flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves Jude’s touching. Leah’s cries grow louder, her body writhing between us, her thighs trembling as we push her closer and closer to the edge.

“Beautiful,” Liam murmurs from beside her, his lips trailing from her breasts to her neck then back. He takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed.

Mason moves to her other side, lavishing the other nipple with attention.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval.

I slide my tongue deeper, groaning at the way her body responds—her hips bucking, her cries growing louder, her fingers tightening in my hair. Jude’s thumb presses harder against her clit, circling faster, and her entire body tenses, her breath hitching in her throat.

“She’s close,” Jude says, his voice rough.

I double down, my tongue moving in long, firm strokes, matching the rhythm of Jude’s fingers. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking as she teeters on the edge.

“Come for us,” Jude growls, his voice sharp and commanding.

And she does.

She shatters, her back arching off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as she falls apart beneath us. Her bodyconvulses, her inner walls fluttering, her nails scraping against my scalp as waves of pleasure crash over her.

I don’t stop. I keep licking her, tasting every drop of her release, drawing out her orgasm until she’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

When I finally pull back, my lips and chin slick with her, she’s a wreck—her skin flushed, her hair tangled, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Fuck,” Jude mutters, his eyes fixed on her. “That was—fuck.”

Leah’s head turns toward me, her eyes wide and glassy. “I—Caleb, I?—”

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, my voice rough with need. “Not done with you yet.”

Her breath hitches, her hands reaching for me as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. Cute.

I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her, slick with her release. The heat of her is maddening, and it takes everything in me not to slam into her in one desperate thrust.

“Last chance,” I murmur, my voice low and strained. “Tell me to stop.”

Her response is immediate, her voice trembling but certain. “Don’t stop.”

I push into her slowly, inch by inch, groaning as her body stretches to accommodate me. She’s tight, impossibly tight, and so, so wet.

Her head falls back against the pillow, a choked cry escaping her lips. “Oh my God?—”

“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s perfect—hot and soft and so fucking perfect that it feels like she was made for me.

And maybe she was.

Jude curses under his breath, his hand sliding up her thigh to where we’re joined. “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice full of awe.

I pull back and thrust into her again, harder this time, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her body rises to meet mine, her hips moving in sync with every stroke, her moans growing louder with every thrust.