Page 142 of Found by the Pack

I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her confession, my cock throbbing against her thigh. Gabe lifts his head, his chin slick, eyes wild.

“She needs more.”

“I know,” I grit out, dragging my shorts the rest of the way off. “Move.”

Shepard shifts back reluctantly, though his hand doesn’t leave her. Gabe kneels beside me, fisting himself as he watches, as hungry as I am.

I line up, sliding into her inch by inch until her walls clutch me tight enough to see stars. Her cry is half pain, half relief, her nails sinking into my shoulders.

“Boone,” she gasps.

“Yeah, baby,” I groan, bottoming out inside her. “I’ve got you.”

And then I lose it.

I fuck into her hard, hips snapping, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. She screams, her voice hoarse, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her.

Wetness floods around me, drenching us, and Gabe curses low, stroking his cock faster at the sight.

“Again,” I demand, pinning her wrists above her head. “Come again for me.”

She sobs, begging, but her body obeys. She convulses, squirts, the bed drenched beneath us.

Shepard’s hand slides down, pressing lightly against her stomach, and that’s enough to push her even higher. She shrieks. Tears stream down her cheeks, her entire body shuddering.

I feel my knot swell, pressure building, and I can’t hold it back. I thrust deep, lock inside her, and my roar fills the cabin as I spill, claiming her in every way that matters.

But it isn’t over.

Because Gabe moves behind me, his hand gripping my shoulder, his eyes blazing. “My turn.”

I bare my teeth but nod, pulling out carefully, watching our come spill down her thighs. She whimpers at the loss, body still trembling, but Gabe’s already there, flipping her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up.

“Say when to stop,” he growls.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice wrecked. He slams into her, his knot slapping against her as he takes her hard.

Shepard kneels beside her, kissing her hair, her tears, whispering that she’s beautiful, that she’s everything. I’m stroking myself, still hard, watching Gabe lose himself inside her.

She comes again, squirting, screaming, biting the sheets as Gabe knots her, his teeth sinking into the curve of her neck. His mark blooms red, fresh, raw.

Ours.

When Shepard slides into her mouth, she takes him, tears streaking down her cheeks as she moans around him. Gabe’s grunting, lost in the rhythm, his hips jerking as he fills her.

I stroke harder, spilling across her back, groaning as I watch her body take everything we give her.

She collapses when it’s done, wrecked and trembling, marked and full, eyes glazed as she whispers it again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I gather her against me, brushing her damp hair back, kissing her swollen lips. “You’re ours now, Sadie. Part of us. Part of this pack.”

She nods, tears slipping down her cheeks, a smile breaking through. “Yes.”

And I know there’s no turning back.

Sadie is limp against me, her body damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her cheek. Gabe is still knotted to her, his chest pressed tight to her back, his teeth mark fresh on her shoulder.

Shepard sits at the head of the bed, one hand smoothing through her hair, the other adjusting his glasses like it’ll distract from how wrecked he looks. I’ve got her curled in my arms, my hand stroking up and down her side, grounding her, grounding myself.