Page 87 of Pack Plus One

When I come back to myself, I’m cradled against Liam’s chest, his knot still tying us together, his hands gentle in myhair. The heat haze has receded slightly, giving me a moment of clarity amidst the biological storm.

Mason is waiting when Liam’s knot finally subsides enough for him to pull out, his dark eyes watching us with patient hunger. He hesitates, his instincts warring with the desire evident in every line of his body.

“Mason,” I murmur, reaching for him, surprised at how much I want this—want him—despite having taken three knots already.

“I’ve wanted this since day one,” he admits, voice rough as he sheds his clothes. “Since I saw you at that wedding and you pretended to be ours.”

His body is beautiful—broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong thighs, and a cock that makes my mouth water despite my exhaustion. Not as thick as the alphas’, with no knot to swell at the base, but perfect in its own right.

“I wasn’t pretending,” I confess, the words spilling out. “Not really. Part of me wanted it to be real from the moment Jude mistook me for your date.”

Something shifts in Mason’s expression—a softening, a deepening, his usual stoic facade cracking to reveal raw emotion beneath. He comes to me slowly, settling between my thighs with careful control, his hands tracing patterns on my skin that leave fire in their wake.

His touch is firmer than I expect, his control absolute as he enters me—until I arch into him, my nails scraping down his back, a fresh wave of heat-scent filling the room.

Then he breaks.

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling my scent like it’s oxygen, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make me cry out. His usual restraint shatters, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my oversensitized system.

“Mine,” he growls against my throat—the first alpha word he’s ever spoken to me, though he’s not an alpha at all.

But in this moment, with my heat and their combined desire pushing us all beyond our usual boundaries, it doesn’t matter. He claims me as thoroughly as any alpha, his possessiveness matching theirs, his desire burning just as hot.

When he comes, his hips snap, burying him deep as his release adds to what’s already inside me. Without a knot to keep it there, some of our combined arousal spills out, soaking the blankets beneath us.

I should be satisfied. I should be exhausted beyond function. I’ve taken four males in succession, been filled and stretched and pleasured beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

But my heat is just ramping up, my body burning hotter than before, my instincts howling for more. Foreverything.

My scent spikes, turning desperate, demanding—and all four of them respond instantly, their eyes darkening, their bodies tensing.

“Please,” I whimper, reaching for Caleb, but not rejecting the others. “More. I need—I need more—I need?—”

“Us, Leah?” Caleb asks, his voice a low rumble as he prowls toward me. “Tell us.”

“All of you,” I gasp, beyond shame, beyond hesitation. “Please. I need all of you.”

Caleb’s growl vibrates through the room, his eyes flaring with possessive hunger. “How do you want us?”

I’ve never done this. But my heat-drunk brain supplies images that make me blush and throb simultaneously. “Inside me. All of you.”

Jude’s sharp inhale is audible. “Fuck, Leah.”

Liam’s eyes widen, his cock already hardening again despite his recent release. “Are you sure? That’s... a lot.”

“I’m sure,” I say, and I am. My body craves fullness, craves their combined claim. “Please.”

They exchange looks, some silent communication passing between them before Caleb nods once.

“On your hands and knees,” he directs, his alpha command making me shiver with anticipation.

I move eagerly, my body obeying before my mind can catch up. The nest cushions my knees as I position myself, presenting my soaked cunt and puckered backside to him. My skin flushes hotter at the lewd display, and I preen at his approving rumble.

Caleb kneels behind me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. I feel the thick head of his cock nudge against my dripping entrance, teasing but not entering.

“Please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.

Instead of giving me what I want, he surprises me. One hand leaves my hip to trace higher, his thumb circling my other hole with deliberate pressure.