Page 65 of Pack Me Up

He licks a slow path up my pussy, pausing to suck my clit until I’m gasping. Colton bites at my other thigh, tonguesoothing the sting, then nips again, higher this time. They work in tandem, mirrored but opposite, until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

I arch up with fingers tangled in their hair. Colton groans into my skin, the vibration sending aftershocks through my core. Cody’s mouth is relentless, tongue soft and coaxing, then firm and fast, never stopping. When I come, it’s a full-body event, back bowed, thighs clamped tight around Cody’s head. He doesn’t pull away and just rides it out, lapping up everything I give him.

Cody strokes my knee, tender in the aftermath. “Good girl,” he says, and I shiver at the praise.

Colton pulls up, face slick with me, and grins. “You taste so fucking good when you come all over our faces, dirty girl.”

The heat is less now, manageable, but it hasn’t left. I need more, and they know it.

Colton licks his fingers clean, then trades places with Cody, sliding between my legs. He lines up, slow and unhurried, and waits for me to look at him.

“Are you desperate for my cock?” he asks.

I nod, too far gone for words.

He pushes in, and the stretch is just right, enough to make me gasp, but not enough to hurt. He moves with purpose, rolling his hips in a way that makes me forget my own name. Cody kisses me, soft and coaxing, while Colton fucks me with increasing urgency.

I lose myself in them, in the way their hands cradle my head, the way their bodies move in tandem, the way they hold me together even as I fall apart. When the second orgasm comes, it’s a wave, a tsunami, and I cry out, biting Cody’s shoulder to keep from screaming.

“You’re so wet, you’re going to take his knot so well,” Cody whispers.

Colton laughs, dark and dirty. “She’s going to have to stretch around me if she wants to take this knot.”

“I can take it. Give it to me,” I demand, pressing against him and trying to take it myself.

Colton stills, then pushes into me so slowly I feel every inch and the stretch it takes. I scream his name as he pulses deep inside, groaning my name. He holds me through the aftershocks, never letting go.

“That’s such a good girl who takes my brother’s knot so well,” Cody praises.

Colton groans. “Don’t tell her that, she almost couldn’t take me.”

I love the dual sensation of these twins.

Cody tucks a blanket around me like I’m something precious, and Saint steals me from them the moment Colton’s knot releases. I’m limp in Saint’s lap, hair plastered to my face, skin glazed with sweat and scent and salt.

Saint talks, finally. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, then cups my cheek in his hand. “You did so well,” he says, and the words mean more than they should.

Fox kneels beside the bed, hands resting on the mattress. “You good, Britt?”

I laugh, or try to, but it comes out shaky. “I’m good,” I say. “Really good.”

Hunter bounces onto the bed, spooning me from the side. “You’re amazing,” he says, breath hot against my neck. “Never seen anything like it.”

I close my eyes, surrounded by the pack, their scents and warmth, and steady heartbeats. The ache is gone, replaced by a sweet, blissful exhaustion that I know won’t last long. I have to say this before I can’t. “I want to bond with all of you if you’re ready, too.”

All of their scent sharpens, and I can feel the excitement and possessiveness radiating off them.

Saint bites back a growl. “If you still feel that way at the end of your heat, then we will. All of us are going to hold back, even if it feels impossible, until you’re more coherent again.”

Colton and Cody curl around me. Saint strokes my hair, humming again. Fox wipes my brow, smiling, blue eyes clear and content. Hunter holds me tight, never letting go.

I lose myself to the heat, becoming mindless and knowing my alphas will take care of me.

Saint

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