Page 54 of Pack Plus One (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse #1)

What follows is less a kiss than a claiming—his mouth hot and demanding against mine, his body a welcome weight pinning me to the mat. I match his intensity with my own, omega instincts reveling in the powerful alpha currently marking me with his scent and touch.

We’re so lost in each other that we don’t hear the gym door open, don’t notice we have company until a pointed cough breaks through our haze of arousal.

I jerk back from Caleb’s mouth to find Jude leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.

Mason stands just behind him, eyes dark and calculating as they rake over my disheveled state—lips swollen, hair wild, Caleb’s scent clinging to my skin.

Liam’s the one who steps forward first, his usual calm replaced by something far more dangerous.

“Interesting interpretation of ‘self-defense training,’” Jude drawls, pushing off the doorframe. “Unless the lesson was how to fuck our alpha senseless? In which case—” He gestures to me, pinned beneath Caleb. “Top marks, omega.” He bites his lip, barely hiding his grin.

Caleb’s growl vibrates through me where our bodies are still pressed together.

“She’s mine tonight.”

The possessive claim should chafe. Instead, it sends a wave of slick between my thighs, the omega in me purring under his dominance.

Liam’s fingers flex at his sides, his calm veneer cracked by the tension in his shoulders. “We agreed about this,” he says, his voice steady but taut.

Mason tilts his head, studying us like a particularly fascinating puzzle. His gaze drops to where Caleb’s hips press into mine, and he inhales sharply. Slowly, his tongue flicks out to wet his lips.

Jude narrows his eyes playfully, his grin all mischief and heat. “You’re hogging her, Caleb.”

I should be embarrassed—mortified, even. But the omega in me preens under their combined attention. My body arches instinctively toward the nearest alpha—Caleb, who still cages me against the mats, his scent thick and overwhelming.

Then Liam moves.

One moment, he’s standing by the door; the next, his fingers are tangled in my hair, tilting my face up.

His lips crash against mine, his kiss slow but demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he’s memorizing the taste of me.

I gasp, my hands gripping Caleb’s forearms where he still pins me.

Jude’s hands slide beneath my blouse, his clever fingers finding my nipples and pinching just hard enough to make me gasp into Liam’s mouth. “Fuck, she’s soft,” Jude murmurs against my throat before biting down on the tender skin where my shoulder meets my neck.

Caleb snarls, his grip on my wrists tightening as his cock presses harder against my thigh. But before he can react, Mason kneels beside the mat, his analytical gaze locked between my legs.

“Fascinating,” Mason murmurs, dragging a single finger over the damp fabric of my leggings. When he lifts his hand and rubs my slick between his fingers, his eyes darken. “Fuck, Leah. You’re dripping.”

Jude nips at my earlobe. “Let’s see how much more we can make her drip.”

The tension snaps.

Caleb growls low in his throat, one hand releasing my wrist to yank my shirt over my head. His gaze locks with mine, dark and hungry. “Look at me,” he orders.

I do.

They move without even having to tell the other where they want to go. A breath shudders through me and then Jude’s hands hook into the waistband of my leggings, dragging them down my legs in one sharp, fluid motion. He tosses them over his shoulder, his growl of approval vibrating against my skin.

The cool air hits my overheated core for only a moment before Jude’s mouth replaces his fingers. His tongue licks a slow, filthy stripe up my center, and my back bows off the mat.

“Fuck!” I gasp, the sound raw and unrestrained.

Liam swallows the sound with another bruising kiss, his teeth scraping my bottom lip as his hand finds my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Caleb’s teeth drag over the sensitive skin of my neck, his cock heavy and insistent where it presses against my side.

Jude groans against me. “She tastes so fucking good,” he mutters before diving back in, his tongue circling my clit, relentless. “I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy.”

I writhe beneath them, my body overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. Caleb’s growl vibrates against my shoulder as he releases my other wrist, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. He holds me open for Jude, his thumbs pressing into my flesh with enough force to leave bruises.

Mason, still kneeling beside me, watches for another heartbeat before Jude growls, his voice muffled against my folds:

“Stop thinking and fuck her mouth already.”

Mason’s control snaps.

One hand fists into my hair, tilting my head back as he releases his cock from his pants.

He’s thick, the salt-slick taste of him flooding my tongue as he pushes past my lips.

He doesn’t go too deep at first, letting me adjust, but when my tongue swirls around the head, he groans and thrusts deeper.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice strained.

Jude redoubles his efforts below, his tongue working in tandem with two fingers curling inside me. My thighs tremble, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until I’m sure I’ll snap.

Caleb’s hands skim lower, replacing Jude’s as he spreads me wider. “Move over,” he growls at Jude.

Jude pulls back with a low chuckle, his lips glistening with my slick. “Fine. But she better scream for you.”

Caleb doesn’t waste time.

He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock dragging through my folds, gathering my slick. He presses forward slowly, the stretch stealing my breath.

The burn is exquisite, and when he finally seats himself fully inside me, my scream vibrates around Mason’s cock.

“Fuck, Leah,” Caleb groans, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking tight.”

My body clenches around him instinctively, the stretch overwhelming and absolutely perfect. Caleb sets a slow, punishing rhythm at first, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

Mason pulls out of my mouth, his breathing uneven as he strokes himself, his eyes glued to the place where Caleb disappears inside me.

“She’s perfect,” Mason murmurs, his voice thick with awe.

He presses the tip of his cock to my lips again, and I open willingly, taking him back into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him as he groans softly.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mason mutters, his control slipping. His hips rock forward, sliding deeper into my mouth, his hand fisting in my hair to steady himself.

Jude shifts lower on the mat, his hands spreading my thighs wider as Caleb continues to drive into me. “Look at her,” Jude murmurs, his lips ghosting over the inside of my thigh. “Completely wrecked.”

He presses his mouth to my clit, licking slow, deliberate circles that make my legs tremble. I cry out around Mason’s cock, my entire body arching off the mat as pleasure rips through me.

Caleb snarls at the sound, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounds into me harder, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. “She’s fucking perfect,” he groans, his voice strained.

Liam kneels beside me, his hand sliding beneath my head to cradle it as his lips find my temple.

“You’re incredible, Leah,” he murmurs, his other hand lifting mine and guiding it to his cock.

The heat of him pulses against my palm, and I wrap my fingers around him instinctively, stroking him in time with Caleb’s thrusts.

“That’s it,” Liam breathes, his voice low and full of praise. “So good for us.”

Jude groans against my clit, his tongue relentless as he slides two fingers inside me alongside Caleb’s cock. The stretch is almost too much, my body trembling as I try to take it all.

“She can handle it,” Jude growls, his lips brushing against my slick folds. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You love being stuffed full.”

I can’t answer—not with Mason’s cock filling my mouth, Caleb pounding into me, Jude’s fingers and tongue driving me higher, and Liam’s cock heavy in my hand. The overload of sensation makes my head spin, my body vibrating with tension as I teeter on the edge of release.

“Fuck, she’s close,” Caleb grits out, his thrusts growing faster, harder, his knot swelling at the base of his cock.

Mason’s hips stutter as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “She’s going to make us all come,” he groans, his voice tight with restraint.

Liam’s hand covers mine, guiding my strokes as his breathing grows ragged. “Let go, Leah,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Come for us.”

Jude pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my slick skin as he growls, “Come, Leah. Let us feel you.” He licks and sucks as his teeth scrape over my clit.

The combination is too much.

I shatter.

My orgasm crashes over me, my entire body convulsing as I scream around Mason’s cock. My muscles clamp down on Caleb, pulling him deeper, and the rough sound he makes sends another wave of heat through me.

“Fuck, Leah,” Caleb snarls, his hips slamming into mine one last time as his knot swells, locking us together.

Mason lets out a guttural groan as he follows, his cock twitching against my tongue as he spills into my mouth. I swallow greedily, the salty taste of him flooding my senses as his hand tightens in my hair.

Liam curses softly, his hand tightening around mine as he comes, his release spilling over my fingers and his cock pulsing against my palm. He presses his lips to my temple, murmuring praise as I milk him dry.

Jude’s groan vibrates against my clit as he spills onto the mat beneath us. His tongue doesn’t stop, licking me through the aftershocks until my entire body shakes with overstimulation.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Caleb doesn’t move, his body heavy and possessive over mine, his knot keeping us connected. His lips brush against my neck. “Mine.”

Mason leans down, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. “Ours,” he corrects softly, his gaze steady and unshaken.

Liam kisses my temple again, his free hand tracing lazy circles on my hip. “You’re perfect, Leah,” he murmurs, his voice full of quiet reverence.

Jude collapses beside me on the mat, his grin lazy and satisfied as he props himself up on one elbow. “So,” he says, his tone teasing, “still think mini-golf was better?”

I laugh weakly, the sound breathless and wrecked, my body boneless and sated.

Caleb growls low in his throat, but his hand slides possessively down my stomach, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just above where his knot holds us together.

I’m in so much trouble. The good kind.