Page 13 of Pack Plus One (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse #1)

I watch, mesmerized, as Jude devours her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold them apart, his tongue working with focused precision. She writhes beneath him, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips as her head thrashes on the pillow.

Liam’s lips find her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as he works his way down to her breasts. “You taste perfect ,” he murmurs against her skin, his tongue circling one nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking hard.

Mason moves to the head of the bed, his fingers tracing the outline of her lips as he watches her fall apart beneath us. “Open,” he commands softly.

She does without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers before taking them into her mouth. She sucks greedily, her eyes locked with his, and I feel Mason’s subtle shudder at the sight.

The four of us work in perfect synchronicity, as if we’ve done this a thousand times before—Jude between her legs, his mouth relentless; Liam at her breast, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp nips; Mason’s fingers in her mouth, his other hand stroking her hair; and me, still pinning her wrists, watching her face as pleasure overwhelms her.

The sight of her like this—spread out, claimed by all of us at once—sends a surge of possessiveness through me so intense it makes me ache. My cock throbs, desperate for relief, but I force myself to wait. This first time is about her.

Until I can’t wait any longer.

But I force myself to hold back. Not yet. Not before I’ve had a taste of her.

I release her wrists, my hands skimming down her sides, feeling the way her body trembles beneath my touch.

“Not done with you yet,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her again.

This time, it’s slower, deeper, like I’m trying to memorize the way she tastes.

Her body shudders, and I’m sure she just came.

Jude glances up from between her legs, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and wild. “She’s fucking addictive ,” he growls, his fingers digging into her thighs as he holds her open. “Can’t get enough of her.”

Leah’s head thrashes against the pillow, a broken whimper spilling from her lips. “I— please , I can’t?—”

“You can,” I tell her, my voice low and firm. “And you will.”

I nudge Jude aside, and he goes reluctantly, though not far. He stays close, his hand stroking her inner thigh, his lips brushing lazy kisses over her flushed skin.

Leah looks up at me, her eyes hazy with need, her lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. She’s wrecked already, her chest rising and falling in short, uneven pants, her body trembling under our hands.

And yet, she still wants more.

I slide my hands under her thighs, lifting her hips slightly and spreading her wider. Her scent is so rich, so intoxicating, that my head spins as I lower myself between her legs.

She gasps when my mouth makes contact, her hands flying to my hair, clutching at the strands as if she needs something to anchor her. I groan against her, the taste of her flooding my senses. Jude didn’t exaggerate. She’s sweet and musky and utterly addictive .

“Fuck,” I growl, my tongue sweeping over her slick folds. “You’re perfect.”

Her hips jerk, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Caleb?—”

Jude’s hand moves to her clit, his thumb circling it with gentle, teasing pressure. “Relax, doll,” he murmurs. “Let us take care of you.”

I glance up and meet his eyes, and in that moment, there’s no need for words.

Jude focuses on her clit, his strokes growing firmer while I devour her, my tongue plunging inside her before dragging up to flick over the sensitive bundle of nerves Jude’s touching.

Leah’s cries grow louder, her body writhing between us, her thighs trembling as we push her closer and closer to the edge.

“Beautiful,” Liam murmurs from beside her, his lips trailing from her breasts to her neck then back. He takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed.

Mason moves to her other side, lavishing the other nipple with attention.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval.

I slide my tongue deeper, groaning at the way her body responds—her hips bucking, her cries growing louder, her fingers tightening in my hair. Jude’s thumb presses harder against her clit, circling faster, and her entire body tenses, her breath hitching in her throat.

“She’s close,” Jude says, his voice rough.

I double down, my tongue moving in long, firm strokes, matching the rhythm of Jude’s fingers. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking as she teeters on the edge.

“Come for us,” Jude growls, his voice sharp and commanding.

And she does.

She shatters, her back arching off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as she falls apart beneath us. Her body convulses, her inner walls fluttering, her nails scraping against my scalp as waves of pleasure crash over her.

I don’t stop. I keep licking her, tasting every drop of her release, drawing out her orgasm until she’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

When I finally pull back, my lips and chin slick with her, she’s a wreck—her skin flushed, her hair tangled, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Fuck,” Jude mutters, his eyes fixed on her. “That was—fuck.”

Leah’s head turns toward me, her eyes wide and glassy. “I—Caleb, I?—”

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, my voice rough with need. “Not done with you yet.”

Her breath hitches, her hands reaching for me as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. Cute.

I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her, slick with her release. The heat of her is maddening, and it takes everything in me not to slam into her in one desperate thrust.

“Last chance,” I murmur, my voice low and strained. “Tell me to stop.”

Her response is immediate, her voice trembling but certain. “Don’t stop.”

I push into her slowly, inch by inch, groaning as her body stretches to accommodate me. She’s tight, impossibly tight, and so, so wet.

Her head falls back against the pillow, a choked cry escaping her lips. “Oh my God?—”

“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s perfect—hot and soft and so fucking perfect that it feels like she was made for me.

And maybe she was.

Jude curses under his breath, his hand sliding up her thigh to where we’re joined. “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice full of awe.

I pull back and thrust into her again, harder this time, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her body rises to meet mine, her hips moving in sync with every stroke, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

Liam’s hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back so he can capture her lips in a bruising kiss. Mason strokes her jaw, his lips still on her breast, his touch gentle but possessive.

And through it all, I keep moving, lost in the feel of her, the sound of her, the way her body responds to mine like she was made for this.

“Fuck, Leah,” I growl, my pace quickening. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her only response is a broken moan, her body tightening around me as she spirals closer to another release.

“Come again,” Jude commands, his fingers finding her clit and circling it with relentless pressure. “Come for us, Leah.”

Her body obeys before her mind can catch up. She tenses beneath me, her breath catching for a single, suspended moment before she shatters.

Her cry is high and raw, her nails raking down my back as her body clenches around me, pulling me deeper, holding me there. She’s stunning like this—flushed and wrecked and mine .

The sight of her, the feel of her, the combined scents of my pack and this omega losing herself to pleasure—it’s too much.

I follow her over the edge, my hips slamming into hers one last time as I bury myself to the hilt.

My teeth graze her shoulder as I mark her with my scent, my claim just as I spill inside her.

The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of heat and possession and something deeper, something I can’t name but feel in every inch of my being.

I collapse beside her, my chest heaving, but before she can catch her breath, Jude is there, his eyes wild with need.

“Leah,” he growls, flipping her onto her stomach with a gentle but firm motion.

She gasps, her face pressed into the pillow as Jude positions himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips to lift her ass into the air. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded but hungry.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice strained as he strokes himself, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against him. “Please, Jude.”

He slides into her with a single, smooth thrust, and her back arches as she cries out his name. The sound makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jude groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “So perfect.”

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Leah’s moans grow louder, her hands fisting in the sheets as she pushes back to meet him.

Liam moves in front of her, his hand gentle on her jaw as he tilts her face up. “Open,” he commands softly, his cock hard and heavy in his other hand.

She complies eagerly, her lips parting as Liam guides himself into her mouth. The sight of her taking both of them at once is enough to make my head spin.

Mason watches from beside me, his hand moving lazily over his length as he takes in the scene before us. His usual composure is gone, replaced by raw hunger.

Jude’s pace grows more erratic, his breathing ragged as he nears his release. “Fuck, Leah, I’m gonna?—”

She moans around Liam’s cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. Jude throws his head back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he empties himself inside her, his hips jerking with each pulse.

Liam pulls back, allowing her to catch her breath as Jude collapses beside her, his chest heaving. But before she can recover, Mason is there, lifting her as if she weighs nothing and settling her across his lap.

“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding as he guides her down onto his length.

She sinks onto him with a gasp, her hands bracing on his broad shoulders. Mason, always the controlled one, sets a slow pace, his hands on her waist guiding her movements.

“That’s it,” he rumbles, his eyes never leaving hers as she rides him. “Take what you need.”

Liam moves behind her, his hands cupping her breasts as he kisses the back of her neck. His cock presses against the small of her back, still hard and seeking release.

She reaches back with one hand, fingers wrapping around him as she continues to move on Mason. Liam groans, his hips thrusting into her grip.

“Perfect,” he breathes against her skin. “You’re doing so well.”

The sight of her pleasuring both of them at once is mesmerizing. Her movements grow more frantic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Mason’s thrusts hit deeper.

“Come for me,” Mason commands, his voice rough as his fingers find her clit. “One more time.”

And she does, her body convulsing around him as she throws her head back against Liam’s shoulder, a wordless cry escaping her lips. Mason follows immediately, his control finally breaking as he pulls her down hard onto his cock, his release pulsing inside her.

Liam doesn’t last much longer, his hips jerking against her hand as he spills over her fingers with a low, ragged groan.

For a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of our uneven breathing.

Leah collapses against Mason’s chest, utterly spent. Her skin glistens with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her flushed face. She’s wrecked in the most beautiful way possible.

I move closer, unable to resist the urge to touch her again. My hand skims up her spine, feeling the subtle tremors that still run through her body. “You okay?” I murmur.

She turns her head to look at me, a slow, sated smile spreading across her lips. “Better than okay.”

We help her lie down in the center of the bed, the four of us arranging ourselves around her like protective satellites.

I pull her against my chest, while Jude curls against her back.

Liam settles at her feet, his hand resting on her ankle, while Mason stretches out beside me, his arm long enough to reach across and touch her hip.

She fits between us perfectly, as if the space was made for her all along.

I press a kiss to her temple, breathing in the combined scent of us all, realizing our scents are blending into something new and intoxicating.

Ours . The thought comes with force, but it feels right.

I glance at the others, and I can see it in their eyes too. In the way they look at her, at each other, at me.

This isn’t just about tonight.

It feels a lot like fate.