Page 46 of Pack Plus One (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse #1)
Caleb moves to the edge of the bed, his hand finding Leah’s hair and tugging—not gently—to pull her mouth from Jude’s. She looks up at him, eyes dilated and lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to Jude’s mouth in a way that’s shockingly erotic.
“Mine,” Caleb growls, the single word loaded with possessive intent.
She doesn’t drop her gaze or bare her throat as a typical omega might. Instead, she meets his stare with equal intensity. “Prove it,” she challenges.
Caleb’s answering smile is all teeth. He yanks her off Jude with strength that would be alarming if not for the way Leah’s scent spikes with arousal at the manhandling.
In one fluid motion, he turns her to face the bed, bends her over it, and tears the borrowed leggings down her thighs.
The ripping sound of fabric fills the small apartment, followed by Leah’s startled gasp of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Mason mutters beside me, his usual composure nowhere to be found. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white with restraint.
I understand his struggle. The sight of Leah bent over the edge of the bed, her ruined leggings around her knees and her ass exposed, is enough to make any male lose control—regardless of designation.
When Caleb brings his hand down on her right cheek with a resounding smack, leaving a perfect handprint on her pale skin, I very nearly come in my pants like a teenager.
Leah’s moan is desperate and hungry. “More,” she demands, pushing back into Caleb’s touch.
Jude scrambles to his knees on the bed, positioning himself so he’s facing Leah.
His pants are already down and his fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock with surprising gentleness given the raw energy filling the room.
“Open for me, doll,” he murmurs, his usual playfulness replaced by something darker, needier.
Leah complies eagerly, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that has Jude throwing his head back with a groan. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking him fill the apartment, punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of Caleb’s hand against her ass and thighs.
I can’t take it anymore—can’t just watch while every instinct in my body screams to join, to claim, to mark.
I move behind Leah, dropping to my knees.
From this vantage point, I have an unobstructed view of her cunt, already slick and swollen with arousal.
The scent of her is intoxicating this close, sweet and spicy and unmistakably omega.
“You’re dripping,” I observe, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears. “Is this all for us, Leah? All this slick just for us?”
Her moan around Jude’s cock is answer enough. I trace my fingers up her inner thighs, mapping the sensitive skin with deliberate care until she trembles. When I finally part her folds with my thumbs, revealing the glistening pink of her entrance, I can’t resist leaning forward to taste.
The first lick draws a muffled scream from her, the vibrations making Jude swear colorfully above us.
I take my time, using my tongue to explore her with concentrated thoroughness—long, flat strokes along her slit, pointed jabs at her entrance, careful circles around her clit.
I catalog each response: how she pushes back against my face when I suck gently on her clit, how her thighs tremble when I trace her entrance with just the tip of my tongue, how her scent spikes when I press two fingers inside her while continuing to lick.
“Fuck, she’s close,” Jude announces, his voice strained. “Her mouth—Christ, I can feel her moaning around my cock.”
Caleb grunts in acknowledgment, his hand coming down in another sharp slap that leaves Leah’s scent spiking with renewed arousal. “Not yet,” he orders. “She comes on my knot or not at all.”
The possessive command sends a fresh wave of slick flooding over my tongue. I groan against her flesh, addicted to the taste of her, to the way she writhes between the three of us.
Mason appears at my shoulder, his presence almost startling after being so lost in Leah’s pleasure.
His usual calm is nowhere to be found, replaced by an intensity I’ve rarely seen from our beta.
He leans down, one hand moving to cup Leah’s breast through her bra, while the other slides into her hair alongside Jude’s.
“Such a good omega,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Taking us so well. Is this what you needed, Leah? All of us using you, claiming you?”
Her answering moan vibrates through all of us, a chain reaction of pleasure that makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. I redouble my efforts with my tongue, determined to bring her to the edge Caleb has forbidden her to cross.
“Enough,” Caleb growls after several minutes of this exquisite torture. He hauls Leah up by her hips, positioning her on all fours on the bed. Jude scrambles out of the way, his cock glistening with her saliva as he moves to the side.
Caleb tears off his clothes, his cock springing free—thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip.
The sight of it makes Leah’s mouth fall open, such need in her eyes that makes me throb even harder.
He positions himself behind Leah, one large hand splayed across her lower back, pushing her down until her chest is pressed to the mattress and her ass is raised in perfect presentation.
“Mine,” Caleb snarls again as he notches the head of his cock against her entrance. Without further warning, he slams into her with enough force to rock the entire bed frame.
Leah’s scream is a thing of beauty—raw and primal and uninhibited. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white from the force of her grip. Caleb sets a punishing pace immediately, each thrust making obscene wet sounds as he pistons into her.
“God, that’s hot,” Jude murmurs, stroking himself slowly as he watches. “Look at her take it. Fucking made for us.”
“Language,” Mason chides automatically, though the reminder lacks its usual force given that he’s palming himself through his pants while watching Caleb claim our omega.
I can’t look away from the point where their bodies join—the place where Caleb’s thick cock disappears into Leah’s sexy pussy with each powerful thrust, her slick coating him, making the slide easier despite his considerable size.
The base of his cock is already swelling, the beginnings of his knot forming as his instincts drive him to breed, to claim, to mark.
“Liam,” Leah gasps, turning her face toward me. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen and red from Jude’s attentions. “Come here.”
I move without conscious thought, positioning myself near her head. She reaches for my belt with trembling fingers, and I help her, unbuckling it and freeing my cock from the confines of my pants. The relief is immediate and overwhelming.
“In my mouth,” she pleads, licking her lips. “Now.”
The “now” undoes me. I guide the head of my cock to her parted lips, groaning as she takes me in with eager hunger. The wet heat of her mouth is a revelation, her tongue swirling around the head with precision that suggests she’s mapped my preferences as carefully as I’ve mapped hers.
Caleb’s thrusts drive her forward onto my cock, creating a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head with pleasure. I tangle my fingers in her hair, grounding myself in the sensation of her taking me so perfectly.
“Gonna knot you, sweetheart,” Caleb growls, his pace becoming erratic as his control slips. “Gonna fill you up, mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
Leah moans around my cock at his words, the vibrations sending electric pulses of pleasure up my spine. I feel her begin to tremble, her body tensing as she approaches climax.
“That’s it,” Mason encourages, moving closer to stroke her back in soothing motions. “Let go for us, Leah. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Jude positions himself at her side, his hand moving to where she and Caleb are joined. His fingers find her clit, circling it with practiced skill. “Come on, doll,” he urges. “Come on our alpha’s knot like the perfect omega you are.”
Leah’s orgasm hits like a tidal wave—her entire body seizing, inner muscles clamping down on Caleb’s cock with enough force to make him shout.
Her cry is muffled by my cock in her mouth, but I feel it—feel her pleasure in the way she shudders, in the way her scent explodes with satisfaction, in the way her eyes roll back.
Caleb follows immediately, his knot swelling to full size as he locks himself inside her. “Mine,” he roars, teeth finding her nape in a bite that stops just short of breaking skin.
The sight of them locked together, Caleb’s teeth at her throat and Leah coming apart beneath him, pushes me over the edge. I pull back, not wanting to choke her, and spill my release across her lips and cheek with a groan that comes from the very core of me.
Jude follows suit seconds later, his hand working his own cock to completion as he adds his mark to Leah’s face and neck alongside mine. The territorial display should be crude, but in this moment it feels right—necessary, even.
Mason is the last to join, his usual restraint finally breaking as he watches Leah claimed and marked by all of us.
He frees himself from his pants, strokes himself to completion with efficient movements, and adds his release to the mixture on Leah’s skin with a quiet groan that somehow sounds louder than Caleb’s roar.
The aftermath is a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing, Caleb and Leah locked together by his knot while the rest of us arrange ourselves around them.
Someone—Mason, probably—finds tissues to gently clean Leah’s face, though none of us suggest washing away our scents completely.
The mingled smell of pack and sex and satisfaction fills the small apartment like the most potent perfume ever created.