Page 54 of Pack Me Up

Cody’s hand slides up her arm, slow and gentle. “You deserve it,” he says. “You deserve everything.”

I bite her earlobe, then murmur, “You want more?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I glance at Cody, and we both lean in at the same time, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her jaw. We take turns, each word a volley, each touch an escalation.

“Such a good girl,” Cody breathes.

“So desperate for attention,” I taunt.

“You smell amazing.”

“Bet you want us to ruin you.”

Her whole body trembles, the flush creeping up her chest to her cheeks. Her breathing is erratic, and I know, I can smell, that she’s loving this.

We pull back, just enough to let her process.

Brittney stares at us with swollen lips and glassy eyes. “I think I get it now,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.

I grin. “We can keep going, if you want.”

She nods, frantic.

“Say it,” Cody prompts, and there’s a command in it that’s impossible to ignore.

“I want you to keep going,” she says, and then, “Please.”

We dive in.

This time there’s no holding back, no gentle warm-up. We’re all hands and mouths and teeth, finding every sensitive patch of skin and testing it, cataloging the responses. Brittney’s noises go from soft to wild, her body arching between us, her hands grabbing at whatever she can reach: my hair, Cody’s arm, the sheet.

I push her shirt up, exposing the curve of her waist, and trail kisses down until she’s shivering. Cody licks a stripe up her neck, then bites, just hard enough to leave a mark.

“You like that?” I ask.

She nods, but it’s not enough.

“Say it.”

“I like it,” she moans.

“Good girl,” Cody says, and her scent blooms.

I slide my hands up under her shirt, skin hot and electric, and find every place that makes her twitch. I kiss her again, then pull back so Cody can have his turn.

He’s already there, already in motion. Where I’m all teeth and want, Cody is soft and gentle. He cups her face in both hands, like she’s something precious, and kisses her so slowly I think the world might stop turning.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, lips brushing her cheek. “Can’t believe you’re ours.”

Brittney looks dazed, lips swollen, eyes wet. “Cody,” she says, and it’s a prayer.

He strokes her cheekbone with his thumb, gaze never leaving her face. “You smell incredible,” he says, and the awe is real. “You drive me fucking insane.”

She laughs, a shaky, delighted sound, and Cody just smiles, tipping his forehead to hers.

“No omega could be more beautiful,” he says.