Page 88 of Pack Plus One

“Oh!” My surprised gasp turns to a moan as he works the tight ring of muscle, pressing just enough to make me clench around nothing.

“Here first,” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint. “So we can all fit.”

I’ve never done this either, but my body is so primed with heat hormones that the idea sends a fresh wave of slick gushing down my thighs. “Yes.”

“Relax,” he whispers, his other hand moving to stroke my slit, gathering slick on his fingers. “I’ll take care of you.”

The dual sensations make my thighs tremble—his thumb teasing one entrance while his fingers glide through the wetness of the other. When he finally presses a slick finger inside my back passage at the same moment he thrusts two fingers into my pussy, I nearly collapse forward, my arms giving out as pleasure-pain shoots up my spine.

“That’s it, Leah,” Caleb praises, his voice rough with restraint.

The stretch burns deliciously as he works me open, his fingers moving in counter-rhythm until I’m writhing between them, my body strung tight with building pleasure.

“Now,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, now.”

Caleb’s answering growl shakes the room as he withdraws his fingers and lines up his cock. The thick head presses against my soaked entrance.

The pressure is intense as he pushes in, the stretch burning despite the preparation. But beneath the burn is a pleasure so sharp it makes me cry out, my back arching as he fills me inch by agonizing inch.

“Good girl,” he praises, his hands gentle on my hips even as his cock stretches me to my limits.

Once he’s fully seated, he pauses, letting me adjust to the intrusion. The fullness is overwhelming, but my body already craves more, my pussy empty and aching.

Mason positions himself beneath me, his back against the headboard, guiding me to straddle his lap. His cock slides into my soaked entrance, filling the emptiness and making me gasp at the double penetration.

“Okay?” he asks, his hands steady on my waist, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.

“More,” is all I can say, grinding down on him, feeling Caleb shift inside me with the movement.

Liam and Jude arrange themselves on either side of me, their cocks level with my mouth. Without prompting, I lean forward to take Liam first, my lips wrapping around his length as Jude’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding me.

The position makes my insides flutter. Filled from behind by Caleb, my cunt stretched around Mason, my mouth working Liam while Jude waits his turn. I’m surrounded by them,consumed by them, claimed by them in ways I never thought possible.

And I love it.

They move in tandem, finding a rhythm that allows each of them access without overwhelming me completely. Caleb’s thrusts are measured, careful even in his hunger. Mason meets each movement from below, his cock sliding against spots inside me that make me limp with pleasure.

Liam’s hand cups my cheek as I take him deeper, his restraint crumbling as I hollow my cheeks around him. Jude’s fingers tighten in my hair, not painful but possessive, guiding me from Liam to him and back again.

Their scents combine around me like a symphony of male arousal that makes me sing with satisfaction.

My heat peaks, and with it, my pleasure. The orgasm builds from somewhere deep inside, gathering force like a tsunami. When it crashes over me, it’s with an intensity that steals my breath, my vision whiting out, my body convulsing around the cocks inside me.

Caleb follows first, his knot swelling just outside my entrance—unable to push in due to the tight stretch, but pressing against the sensitive nerves there, prolonging my pleasure. His release floods me, hot and thick, his growl vibrating through my very bones.

“Mine,” he snarls, his teeth so close to my skin that I can feel his breath.

Mason comes next, his hips bucking up into me, his release mixing with my slick, making the glide of his cock even smoother as he works through his orgasm.

Liam pulls back from my mouth just in time, his release painting my breasts in thick stripes as he groans my name. Jude follows suit, adding to the mess, marking me with his scent in the most primal way possible.

I collapse forward onto Mason’s chest, trembling with aftershocks, utterly spent. Four sets of hands gentle me, stroking my hair, my back, my sides, murmuring praise and endearments that wash over me like a balm.

Jude laughs softly against my skin, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Ours,” he declares, amending Caleb’s earlier claim.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t argue. Don’t fight. Don’t run.

The next wave of heat is already building, my body preparing for more despite my exhaustion. But this time, I’m not afraid. Not alone.