Page 70 of Pack Me Up

“You ready?” I whisper.

She nods. “Yeah. Do it.”

I don’t hesitate. I sink my teeth into her neck, right through the thin skin, deep enough to taste the copper rush of her blood and the sweet, perfect shock of her chemistry mingling with mine. She gasps, arches, and clings to my arm.

When I pull my teeth out, I feel hers bite down on my neck in the same place I bit her.

The bond blooms in my brain: white-hot, electric, a new color I’ve never seen before. My whole body lights up, every nerve singing.

It’s so much. Too much. I hear Cody groan behind us, and Saint’s breathing goes sharp. The whole room seems to tip sideways.

Brittney shakes, once, then goes limp again. The blood in my mouth tastes like victory. Like home.

I lick the bite, savor it, and when I look up, she’s watching me. Her eyes are bright, wild, and clear, and she’s smiling.

“I feel it,” she whispers.

“So do I,” I say.

I close my eyes, feel the bond echo back and forth, and know that from now on, nothing will ever pull us apart.

Brittney

OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN

TOMMY TURNER SEEN OUT WITH HIS OWN SECURITY

May 1st

Idon’t remember the last time I had clothes on. I barely remember where the nest ends and the mattress starts, or how many times I’ve come in the last day.

The bond mark he left on my neck is a hot, buzzing thing like someone pressed a branding iron to my skin and then left it, still smoldering, forever. I can feel his heartbeat, slow and proud, against my chest.

I can feel the steady trickle of cum, even with Hunter’s knot in me each time I flex, the pressure flares, and a fresh bloom of slick leaks out around the seal.

In my ass, Cody is rock solid. He’s pressed behind me, his chest pinning my upper back, cheek pressed to the crown of my head, arms stretched out to cage me on either side. His cock is buried in me, all the way to his knot, which is swollen hard enough to make my hips ache.

At the edge of the bed, Colton is pacing.

Hunter’s knot starts to deflate. He groans, shifting in front of me. I bite my lip, expecting it to hurt when the knot slipsfree, but all I get is a sucking wet pop and a gush of cum that immediately runs down my thighs.

Cody carefully flips us so I’m laying on my back against his chest.

Hunter flops back, arms going loose, and I hear him sigh, “Oh fuck, hazel. You’re unreal.” He collapses into the blankets, face buried in a pile of blankets, and purrs so loud I feel it in my soul.

I’m left stretched open, shaking, with Cody still locked inside my ass. I try to flex, just to see what happens, and the motion makes his knot flare up again. He growls, low and dangerous, and for a second, I think he’s going to bite me. Instead, he grinds down, hips moving in tiny, vicious circles, like he’s trying to fuck himself even deeper. My body responds instantly, aftershocks rolling up my belly and all the way into my skull. I whine.

From the shadows, Colton finally moves. He’s naked, hair wild, cock bobbing hard and ready. His face is a mask of pure need, eyes so dark they almost look black in the dimness. He crouches at the foot of the nest, watching, as if he’s waiting for an invitation.

“Get in here,” I manage, voice raw and shredded. “Colton, please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He wedges himself between my legs, shoving Hunter’s limp thigh out of the way, and runs both hands up my calves. I’m so wet I can barely keep my knees up, but he doesn’t seem to care. He spreads me wider, lines himself up, and sinks in.

He slams into me, balls deep. My pussy is a mess, every inch battered and sensitive from hours of knotting, but Colton’s cock finds new nerves, new angles, and every thrust lights me up from the inside.

I claw at the blanket, trying to get a grip. Cody’s weight keeps me anchored, but every time Colton thrusts in, Cody grunts anddrives his own hips forward, like they’re competing for space. The twins pin me between them, their bodies so synchronized it feels like being in a feedback loop of sensation.

Colton leans over, bracing himself on the mattress so his chest hovers over mine. His face is flushed, hair falling into his eyes. He never looks away from me, not once. There’s a hunger there that’s almost scary.