Page 68 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Milo sets a slow but steady pace and with each thrust, he blows my mind. Is sex supposed to feel this good? Is it just my heat? Or is it the fact that I'm sharing this moment with these guys. My guys.

"That's it," Stone murmurs, his fingertips dancing over my scalp. "You look so pretty, taking Milo's cock."

I blink up at him and grin. He can't distract me. Ever since we showered together, I've been almost desperate to explore his piercings more. The fact that he didn't let me return the favor that morning just makes me want him more.

I tug down his boxers, and Stone's cock bobs up in front of my face. The ladder of piercings twinkle at me, the fairy lights on the ceiling reflecting off the metal.

I run my tongue up his cock, my tongue spending a little extra time on each of the piercings before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. With the steady rhythm of Milo's thrusts, I have to brace myself against Stone's thighs.

"God, you're good at this," Stone groans, his hand in my hair tightening.

I blink up at him through my lashes the best I can from this angle and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. He likes the sight of his cock in my mouth.

"So fucking hot," Killian murmurs as he traces a hand down my spine. It's like he can't help but touch me right now.

"Oh God," Milo groans. "You feel so good, Sunshine, so, so, so good."

His words come out like a chant. Or maybe even a prayer.

"I don't—I don't know if I can?—"

I squeeze my inner walls around him, desperate for his come.

"Give it to her," Theo growls. "She's practically begging for it."

I am. I want it. Hell, I'd even say I need it at this point.

My entire body feels like it's on fire. Like my skin is too small for my flesh.

Theo's hand wraps around my hips, and he starts circling my clit.

Stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I moan around Stone's cock, the vibrations shooting through him.

I lose my focus and give myself over to him.

With each one of Milo's thrusts, I'm pushed further onto Stone's cock, speared between the two of them.

Sex has never felt empowering. I never would've thought that a situation with any alphas, let alone four, would lead to me feeling empowered. But there's strength and safety in being able to let myself go with them.

And I do.

With a muffled cry, I come all over Milo's cock, screaming around Stone's.

Milo follows soon after me, collapsing down on my back, his chest heaving. I feel his knot pressing against my slick folds, and my sex addled omega brain feels like he's teasing me.

"You did so good," Stone murmurs softly, cupping my face with both hands as he guides my face to meet his gaze.

I thought orgasms and getting fucked were supposed to help my heat, but I'm starting to feel even more hazy right now.

"Knot," I whine, as my body screams for the relief I know only a knot can offer me. "Please."

"I—I'm so sorry, Sunshine, I think I need a minute," Milo groans softly.

There's a pang low in my belly and an almost desperate-sounding whimper leaves my throat. I know that these feelings won't even feel close to going away without it and there's a part of me that feels rejected that Milo can't give me what my body so desperately needs.

"Shhh," Stone purrs, his chest vibrating and soothing my anxieties. "That's why you have all four of us, Wildflower. We'll all take care of you."

"You will?" My voice comes out uncertain and vulnerable.

"We will." Stone leans down and brushes his lips against mine, pouring all of his passion, hope, and determination into the kiss.

"My turn," Killian growls when Stone and I finally pull apart.

Killian tugs me into his lap, his lips crashing down onto mine. His expensive black tea scent swirls around us. I've never been much of a tea person, but maybe this is my sign that I need to change that.

I rake my fingernails across his back, trying to pull him closer.

"Oh, someone is needy," he growls, pulling away from the kiss.

"You—you couldn't tell?" I pant.

"Oh, I could tell," he says, a fox-like grin on his expression. "I'm just trying to figure out what you can handle."

"I can handle whatever you throw at me." I blink up at him through my lashes, the challenge evident in my tone.

"Even if that means giving up some control?"

"I said I can handle whatever you throw at me," I shrug. "I wouldn't be here in this nest with the four of you, agreeing to bond if I didn't trust you with everything I have."

That's the only encouragement he needs before he's sitting up and onto his knees, flipping me over easily so I'm ass up, face down.

A moan leaves my throat as my belly does somersaults.

The way Killian is throwing me around, moving me where he wants my body to be makes that fire burning under my skin even hotter.

The hot head of his cock presses against my pussy, and I push back against him, my body begging him to give me what I so desperately need.

"Ah, ah, ah," he chuckles, grabbing my wrists and tugging them behind my back.

He's taken away my leverage that I was going to use to fuck myself back onto his cock.

I feel the stretch in my shoulders as I relax into his hold on me.

"You said you could handle what I wanted to give you.

So now, Princess, you just have to take it. "

His hips thrust forward and spear me open around him. With the slick that's been gushing out of me since the beginning of my heat and Milo's come, he has no issue sliding into me.

That doesn't take away from the strength or ferocious intensity he uses as he sets his pace. I can practically feel him in my lungs.

"That's right," he growls, using his grip on my wrists to pull me up, leveraging his hold on me to pull me back against him with each of his thrusts.

He fucks me like this is all he's been waiting for his entire life.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I pant out, my eyes fluttering shut as I'm overwhelmed with all the sensations.

Killian tugs me up again so that my back is pressed up against his front. My tits bounce obscenely as my body ripples with the impact of his thrusts. His large hand encompasses my jaw as he tilts my face to meet his.

The kiss is messy and sloppy, considering the angle over my shoulder, but oh, is it the hottest thing in the world.

"Looks like our omega likes being fucked rough," Theo chuckles. He makes his way to us and stops on his knees in front of me. He cups my bouncing tits and pinches my nipples, making me gasp. "That's it, Spitfire, you look so gorgeous, taking it like a good girl."

I feel myself fluttering around Killian's cock, my second orgasm very quickly building. Who knew my body was even capable of that sort of thing? I definitely didn't.

"Let's hear you say it," Killian growls, his hold around my wrists tightening. "Say how much you like being fucked like this."

It's hard to find my ability to speak, among all the moans that are leaving my throat.

"I like it," I gasp out as Theo pinches my nipples again. If he's trying to draw my attention to this conversation, he's only partially successful because it only adds to the impending orgasm building inside of me. "I like being fucked like this!"

I've never felt more desired, more consumed, more free than I have right now. It almost feels like a reclaiming.

In my old life? Sex was never, ever for me.

That's changed. With the Graylock Pack? Everything is about me, even if I'm giving up control.

"You're ours," Killian growls, his voice so low and guttural it vibrates through my back and into my chest. His knot teases the entrance of my pussy, slamming against me with each thrust. If I had any leverage at all, I'd be shifting my hips and moving back against him to get him deeper inside of me.

"I'm yours," I gasp, my hands flailing about for a bit until I can grab a hold of his wrists to ground me. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"

Killian thrusts forward with a roar, his knot stretching me impossibly wide as he locks himself inside me. His cock twitches, shooting his come deep inside me, matching the rhythm of my fluttering inner walls as I come around his knot with a scream.

My vision goes black for a second as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.

Killian drops one of my wrists to angle my head to the side, his teeth grazing against where my shoulder meets my neck.

"Mine," he growls, before he sinks his teeth into me, bonding us together.

The pain of the bond forming mixes with the pleasure from my still-ongoing orgasm, and I fall apart in his arms, slumping forward against Theo.

When I finally catch my breath, something clicks into place in my chest. A steady presence. Killian's presence, in the back of my mind.

The burning heat has abated slightly. I know it'll probably be back, considering the fact that normal heats are supposed to be days long, but if that just means more orgasms and more knotting, who am I to complain?

"Holy shit, I can feel you," I gasp. I try to turn around and look at him, but all that ends up doing is making his knot tug inside of me.

Theo adjusts the pillows and blankets behind us, giving us a space to lie down.

We both let out a soft groan before Killian moves me so we're on our sides together.

"Feel me?" He chuckles, shifting his hips forward.

"Not like that," I laugh, reaching back and playfully slapping his side.

Damn, he's got a lot of muscle for a guy who spends a lot of time at his desk instead of the gym.

"I'm talking about the bond! I can feel you. Like, your emotions."

He's ecstatic right now. To be fair, I'd be concerned if he weren't, considering the fact that we're creating lifelong connections between all of us.

"Really? I can't feel yours," he murmurs, kissing over the bond mark he's left on my neck as his hand slowly trails up my bare stomach.

"Maybe that's because I haven't bitten you yet." I hum quietly. "We'll have to change that once your knot goes down."

"We will," he says, chuckling quietly.

"You know what else we'll have to do?" I say, doing my best to sit myself up on my elbow and pointing at my three other guys. "I want to be facing you when you all knot me so I can bite you at the same time. Even if I look great from behind."

"That you do," Killian adds.

"You know what this means?" Stone asks, a twinkle sparkling in his blue eyes.

He's sprawled backwards on some pillows, his legs spread invitingly, every single muscle in his body highlighted and cast in delicious shadow from the dimmer lighting.

If it weren't for the knot keeping me stuck to Killian right now, I'd be jumping on Stone in a heartbeat.

"What?" I ask, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

"You'll just have to ride me," Stone says with a teasing smile.

The thought instantly has my inner walls fluttering around Killian's knot, making him groan.

I always thought heats would be miserable. But maybe, with my guys, they can be fun.