Page 84 of Pack Plus One

My sweat-soaked clothes suddenly feel like torture devices, the multiple layers I piled on at the apartment now instruments of sheer agony as they cling to my overheated skin.

“Please,” I whisper, not able to word what I’m asking for.

They know.

Caleb carries me to the center of the nest, laying me down with a gentleness that belies the raw hunger in his eyes. The blankets are warm beneath me, already soaked with their combined scents. I can smell the items in the nest now.

Caleb’s blankets, tucked along the edges but smelling unmistakably of him. Jude’s ridiculous collection of throw pillows (one shaped like a taco, another with “Netflix and Chill?” stitched in bold letters, and a third that appears to be... an eggplant emoji).

Liam’s softest sweaters, arranged in a perfect circle, the cashmere and wool still holding the ghost of his scent.

Mason’s spare button-downs, laid out like an offering.

I writhe, my skin too tight, my core aching with emptiness.

Jude’s fingers find the hem of one of the shirts I’m wearing and tugs it upward. “Let’s get this off you, shall we? Though I must say—” his eyes dance with mischief, “—I like seeing you in Mason’s clothes.”

I swear Mason growls, his eyes fixed on the sliver of skin revealed as Jude peels the shirt upward. Liam appears at my head, his strong hands supporting me as they work the sweat-damp fabric over my head.

The cool air hits my overheated skin, bringing momentary relief before another wave of heat crashes through me. My back arches, a moan tearing from my throat as my body demands what it needs.

“Alpha,” I gasp, the word slipping from my lips.

Their eyes darken simultaneously.

Caleb moves first, his large hands making quick work of my sweatpants, dragging them down my legs along with the leggings underneath. My panties are soaked through, the fabric translucent with my arousal.

“Look at you,” Jude breathes, his usual jokes forgotten as he drinks in the sight of me. “You’re so wet for us.”

Liam’s hands shake slightly as he reaches for my panties, his controlled facade crumbling at the edges. “May I?”

The fact that he asks—that they’re all still seeking consent even as my body broadcasts desperate need—makes something warm and tender bloom in my chest, separate from the burning heat rising within me.

“Yes,” I whisper, lifting my hips to help.

The last barrier slides away, leaving me naked and trembling in their nest. My nipples peak in the cool air, my thighs slick with arousal, my pulse hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.

Caleb’s inhale is sharp, his nostrils flaring as he takes in my scent. His hands—so large they span my entire ribcage—brush up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“I won’t break,” I snap, arching into his touch, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more everything.

“I know,” he murmurs, leaning down to drag his teeth along my neck. The sensation sends a bolt of pure need through my system, my instincts howling for his bite, his claim. “But I will.”

His control is maddening—methodical where I need wild, measured where I need desperate. He takes his time undressing, each revealed inch of tanned skin and corded muscle making my mouth water. When he’s finally naked, his cock stands proud, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Alpha. Every inch of him.

But instead of moving between my thighs like I expect, Caleb grips my hips and flips me onto my stomach with a growl that vibrates through my bones.

“Wha—”

His hands spread me open before I can finish the thought. Then his tongue is there, licking a hot stripe through my soaked folds, and I nearly come off the bed.

“Fuck!”

Caleb doesn’t just eat me out—he devours me. His tongue fucks into me, deep and filthy, curling just right to make me see stars. When he pulls back to suck my clit between his lips, I’m already shaking, my thighs trembling around his head.

Then—oh God—his thumb circles my asshole, pressing in just enough to make me whimper.