Page 12 of Pack Plus One (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse #1)

CALEB

T he moment the front door closes behind us, Leah’s breath hitches.

I can smell it—the sharp, sweet spike of her arousal cutting through the last of the scent blocker, the way her pulse flutters visibly at the base of her throat.

She’s trying to play it cool, glancing around our foyer like she’s just here for a casual drink, but her body betrays her with every shallow breath, every subtle shift of her weight.

Mine , something primal in me growls.

“Well,” she says, voice too light as she gestures vaguely at our living room, “this is your?—”

I don’t let her finish.

I spin her around, pinning her against the door, and crash my mouth to hers.

She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of my jacket. I swallow the sound, licking into her mouth, tasting champagne and her —vanilla, cinnamon, heat. Her scent blooms around us, filling my lungs and sending fire racing through my veins.

For a second, she freezes. Then she melts against me with a whimper, her body arching into mine as if she can’t help herself.

Fuck .

I’ve kissed plenty of omegas before, but none like this—none who shudder under my touch like they’ve been waiting for it, none who whimper into my mouth like they’re starving for it. Her taste is addictive, making my head spin and my control fray at the edges.

I pull back just enough to growl against her lips, “You’ve been driving me insane all evening.”

Her breath comes in shallow pants, her eyes wide and dark. “I—what?”

“The way you looked at me when I almost marked you.” My teeth graze her bottom lip, and she shivers, her pupils dilating until there’s barely any brown left. “The way you smelled after.”

Her cheeks flush a deep, rosy pink. “I didn’t?—”

“Liar.” I nip at her jaw, trailing down to the spot I’d claimed earlier. The skin there is still faintly red from where my teeth had grazed her at the reception. I drag my tongue over it, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. “You liked it. You wanted it.”

She whines, high and desperate, her hips jerking forward unconsciously to press against mine. The sound travels straight to my cock, making it throb painfully against the confines of my dress pants.

Behind me, Jude lets out a low whistle. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

Leah stiffens in my arms, her eyes flying open. I’d almost forgotten the others were here—almost forgotten anything but the feel of her under my hands, the taste of her on my tongue.

But now, as I step back slightly, I see them—Jude leaning against the staircase, his tie already loosened, grinning like the cat who got the cream; Mason watching us with dark, hungry eyes, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found; Liam lingering near us, his expression carefully controlled but his scent filled with unmistakable want.

Leah’s breath hitches, her gaze darting between them. “I—um?—”

Jude pushes off the stairs, prowling toward us. His usual playfulness has given way to something more intense, more focused. “Don’t stop on our account, doll.” His voice is rough, almost a purr.

Liam follows, his movements measured as he approaches from the other side. “In fact,” he says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear, “I think we’d all like to help .”

Leah’s eyes widen, her lips parting on a soft exhale. “ All of you?”

Mason steps forward then, his gaze locked on hers with an intensity I’ve rarely seen from him. “If that’s what you want.” His gaze drops to the sweet plumpness that’s her lips. “We like to share.”

She hesitates—just for a second—but then her scent spikes, sweet and intoxicating, filling the foyer with the unmistakable perfume of omega arousal. The four of us inhale simultaneously, our bodies responding with an almost synchronous tension.

She wants this .

I don’t give her time to second-guess. I kiss her again, deep and filthy, my hands sliding down to grip her hips and pull her firmly against me. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me growl.

As I pull her off the door, Jude’s hands land on her waist from behind, his lips brushing the curve of her neck as he presses his chest to her back. “Fuck, you smell good ,” he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. “Like you were made for us.”

She gasps, arching back into him even as she presses forward against me, caught between our bodies. The sight of her between us—flushed, panting, wanting —sends a surge of possessiveness through me so strong it’s almost painful.

Liam steps in closer, his fingers brushing her jaw with his usual gentleness. “Tell us to stop,” he murmurs, though his eyes are dark with need. “If this isn’t what you want.”

Leah’s breath hitches as she looks up at him. Her gaze darts between us—Jude at her back, pressed along the length of her body; Liam’s hand on her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip; me still holding her hips, my cock hard against her stomach.

Then her eyes find Mason, who watches from a slight distance, patient but hungry.

Her voice, when it comes, is soft but certain: “ Don’t stop.”

That’s all it takes.

Jude’s hands slide up her sides, pushing the fabric of her dress higher, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her thighs. The emerald silk rustles as it bunches around her waist. “Fuck, you’re perfect ,” he groans, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

Liam captures her mouth next, kissing her with a slow intensity that makes her whimper. I watch, mesmerized, as her fingers clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. He takes his time exploring her mouth, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan.

Mason moves behind me, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Take her upstairs.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I lift Leah into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

She’s light, pliant, her breath coming in quick little gasps as I carry her up the stairs.

Her dress is still bunched around her waist, leaving her long, smooth legs bare against my hands, and I can’t help but balance her with one arm while the other runs along her skin.

Jude follows behind, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt, leaving it to hang open as he takes the stairs two at a time. “Bedroom. Now .”

Liam and Mason trail behind. The stairwell is filled with the heady mixture of three alphas and one very aroused omega, a combination so intoxicating I’m surprised we make it upstairs at all.

I kick open the door to my room, barely registering the dim lighting filtering through the blinds, the king-sized bed with its navy sheets, the way Leah’s eyes widen as I set her down at the foot of the mattress.

“Last chance to back out,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the thin strap of her dress where it cuts across her collarbone.

She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for the zipper at the side of her dress. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she says, her voice breathless but steady. “ Please .”

That’s it. That’s all I need.

I yank the strap down, baring her shoulder, and sink my teeth into the soft skin there—not hard enough to mark permanently, but enough to make her cry out, her back arching.

Jude groans, shoving his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. “Fuck, Caleb, warn a guy.”

Leah’s hands are already pulling at my belt, her fingers trembling with impatience. “Too much clothes,” she whines, tugging at the leather.

Liam chuckles, stepping forward to help. “Impatient, aren’t we?” His fingers make quick work of my belt as Leah fumbles with the buttons of my shirt.

Between the four of us, it doesn’t take long. Clothes hit the floor in a frantic rush—her dress pooling around her ankles, my shirt ripped in our haste to get it off, Jude’s pants kicked aside carelessly.

And then she’s bare except for a scrap of emerald lace that matches her dress, sprawled across my bed, her skin flushed a delicate pink, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her hair has come loose from its careful styling, dark strands spilling across my pillows like ink.

Gorgeous .

Jude doesn’t wait. He climbs onto the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them wide to expose the damp patch on her panties. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want as he settles between her legs. “ Fuck , Leah.”

She whimpers, her hips lifting off the mattress, seeking friction. The movement is unconscious, instinctive—omega seeking alpha—and it strikes something primal in me.

I don’t let her wait. I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I kiss her again, deep and claiming. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine, skin to skin at last. The feel of her bare breasts against my chest sends electricity racing down my spine.

Jude’s fingers trail higher, teasing along the edge of her panties, never quite giving her what she needs. “You’re soaked ,” he groans, the pad of his thumb barely grazing her through the thin fabric.

Leah whines, her legs trembling on either side of his hips. “Please?—”

Liam’s hand slides into her hair, tilting her head back to expose the long line of her throat. “Tell us what you want,” he demands softly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Her breath hitches, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the sensation of three alphas touching her at once. “ Everything .”

“Yesss,” I growl.

Jude hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and drags them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder with a growl of approval. Then his mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue licking a slow, filthy stripe up her center.

Leah screams , her back bowing off the bed, her wrists straining against my grip. The sound is raw. Pure pleasure with no restraint.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips, watching her face contort with ecstasy. “Let us hear you.”