Page 66 of Pack Plus One (Sweetwater City Reverse Harem Omegaverse #1)
The thought sends a chill through me despite my rising temperature. Public heats are an omega’s worst nightmare—vulnerable, exposed, at the mercy of whatever alphas happen to be nearby.
Caleb takes the driver’s seat, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he navigates through evening traffic. In the rearview mirror, his eyes catch mine, dark with concern and something deeper.
“Hold on,” he says simply. “We’ll be home soon.”
Home. The word fills me with longing so acute it’s almost painful.
Not my apartment, but the pack house. Their den.
Where the nest waits—the nest I rebuilt myself, with pieces of each of them arranged in patterns that felt right to the rabid omega instincts currently trying to claw their way out of me.
Another wave of heat courses through me, stronger than the last, drawing a small whimper from my throat before I can suppress it. The sound has an immediate effect on the alphas, their scents sharpening with protective instinct and something more primal.
“Caleb, windows,” Mason orders from the passenger seat, his usually calm voice tight with restraint.
Caleb immediately rolls down the windows, allowing fresh air to circulate through the car. It helps, but only marginally. My scent is changing rapidly now, the sweet vanilla-cinnamon taking on the unmistakable notes of omega heat.
“How much longer?” Liam asks, his arm still around me, his touch both comforting and increasingly distracting as my skin becomes hypersensitive.
“Ten minutes,” Caleb replies, accelerating through a yellow light. “Maybe eight if I push it.”
Eight minutes feels like an eternity in my current state. I squirm in my seat, the sleek silk of my dress suddenly an irritant against my overstimulated skin. “I’m sorry about dinner,” I manage, clinging to conversation as a distraction from the growing ache between my thighs.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jude says, his tone gentler than usual. “Though I do feel cheated out of the chocolate soufflé they were about to bring out.”
“I’m sure that’s your biggest concern right now,” Liam remarks dryly.
“I contain multitudes,” Jude replies with a shadow of his usual grin. “Concern for Leah and mourning for missed dessert can coexist.”
Their banter washes over me, familiar and comforting despite the circumstances. I try to focus on it rather than the increasing dampness between my thighs or the way each bump in the road sends jolts of sensation through my core.
By the time we reach the pack house, I’m barely coherent, my body fully in the grip of heat hormones. The transition from pre-heat to active heat has never happened so quickly before, leaving me disoriented and desperate.
“I’ve got you,” Liam murmurs as he lifts me from the car, his arms strong and secure around me. The contact sends a wave of relief through my system, my omega instincts recognizing safety and protection in his embrace.
The journey from car to nest is a blur of movement and sensation. I’m vaguely aware of doors opening, of Mason moving ahead to prepare the space, of Caleb’s calm voice giving instructions. But most of my focus is on Liam—his scent, his strength, the steady beat of his heart against my ear.
When we finally reach the nest room, I nearly sob with relief. The circular mattress is just as I arranged it, blankets and pillows forming a perfect sanctuary in the center of the room.
Liam sets me down gently in the center of the nest, and immediately I curl into the softness, seeking comfort against the growing discomfort between my legs.
Jude reaches me first, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helps me out of my dress. The silk slides away, leaving me in nothing but the red lingerie I’d chosen with such care earlier in the evening.
“Christ,” he growls, pupils blown wide. “Look at this fucking feast.”
The others circle like predators, their restraint visibly crumbling as my heat pheromones fill the room. Clothes are torn off and discarded, four pairs of hands reaching for me at once.
“Please,” I gasp, beyond shame, beyond hesitation. “I need all of you. At once.”
Caleb’s eyes darken at my words. “Show us how bad you want it, omega.”
My body moves on pure instinct, hands and knees, ass high, face pressed to the nest. I reach back with both hands, spreading myself open, displaying my soaked pussy in blatant invitation.
The muscles in my core ache so hard I clench on nothing, the need rising so fast, so quickly that I don’t care how desperate I must look.
All that matters is being filled, being claimed by these men who are now mine.
“Fuck,” Mason breathes, his usual composure shattered. “I’ve never seen anything so perfect.”
They descend on me like starving men at a banquet.
Liam growls as he lifts me and immediately positions himself beneath me, guiding my hips until I’m straddling his face, his tongue immediately plunging into my dripping cunt.
The sensation tears a cry from my throat that quickly turns to a muffled moan as Jude feeds his cock between my lips.
“Oh fuck,” he hisses as I hollow my cheeks around him.
Mason’s hands spread my ass cheeks wider as his tongue circles my puckered entrance, working me open with a thoroughness that has my thighs trembling. Caleb watches it all with hungry eyes, stroking his massive cock as pre-cum beads at the tip.
“We’re going to give you what you want,” he says, voice so rough, the sound of it makes me whimper. “We’re going to take care of you.”
I pull off Jude’s cock with an obscene pop and a collective growl ripples through the pack at the filthy sound.
Caleb and Mason exchange a look, communicating silently before repositioning me.
Liam lies back on the nest, his cock standing proud as they guide me to straddle him.
I sink down with a broken moan, his thick length stretching my pussy deliciously.
Before I can adjust, Caleb moves behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. I’m still slick from Mason’s ministrations, but the pressure is intense, bordering on too much.
“Breathe,” he commands, one hand splayed across my lower back as he begins to push inside.
The burn is exquisite as he breaches me, inch by excruciating inch, until I’m impaled on both cocks, stuffed fuller than I’ve ever been in my life. Liam and Caleb groan in unison, the sensation of being separated by only a thin wall of flesh driving them both to the edge of control.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” Caleb grinds out, his hips flush against my ass.
They begin to move, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars—Liam thrusting up as Caleb withdraws, then Caleb driving deep as Liam pulls back, never leaving me empty for even a millisecond. The dual penetration has me babbling incoherently, pleasure building to heights I didn’t know were possible.
“Open, sweetheart,” Mason commands, appearing beside my face, his cock level with my mouth.
I comply eagerly, my jaw stretching to accommodate him as he slides down my throat. The feeling of having three holes filled simultaneously triggers something primal in my increasingly heat-drunk brain, a satisfaction so profound I feel tears spring to my eyes.
Jude watches for a moment, stroking himself, before positioning himself beside Mason.
I alternate between them, my lips stretched obscenely as I suck first one cock, then the other, sometimes both at once, their combined pre-cum and my saliva dripping down my chin onto Liam’s chest below.
“Look at our omega,” Jude says with reverent filth, “taking four cocks like she was made for it.”
“Our fucking beautiful wife ,” Mason agrees, his propriety completely abandoned. “Built to be stuffed full of our cocks.”
Their filthy praise pushes me over the edge, my orgasm slamming through me with such force that I scream around the cocks in my mouth. My pussy and ass clamp down, milking Liam and Caleb who groan in unison.
They reposition me without warning—Mason sitting back against the headboard with me impaled on his cock, facing away from him. Jude kneels between our spread legs, the head of his cock nudging against my pussy where Mason’s shaft is already stretching me.
“Both,” I gasp, the need surging through me increasing so much it’s turning into pain. “Please, both in my pussy.”
Jude pushes forward slowly, the stretch burning so good I see stars. Inch by torturous inch, he works his shaft in alongside Mason’s until they’re both buried to the hilt, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.
“Holy fuck,” Caleb breathes, watching me stretch around both. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Liam doesn’t speak, just guides his cock to my mouth, which I open willingly, desperate to be filled in every way possible.
Caleb moves to my side, his hand finding my swollen clit.
I whimper, the fire burning through me culminating at that one spot as he rubs it in tight circles that have me trembling on the edge of another orgasm.
Mason and Jude begin to move, shallow thrusts that leave me boneless. The sensation is overwhelming—being stretched to my absolute limits, filled beyond capacity, used in the most primal way possible.
“You’re ours,” Jude growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, Leah. Ours.”
“Our perfect omega,” Mason adds, his tone replaced by raw dominance.
They up the pace and my head falls back, vision fading in and out.
The relentless stimulation triggers another orgasm, this one so powerful my consciousness fragments, pleasure whiting out my vision as I convulse around them.
My release triggers a chain reaction—Liam coming first, flooding my mouth faster than I can swallow, excess dripping down my chin.
Mason and Jude follow simultaneously, pumping me so full that it leaks out around their shafts despite how tightly they’re wedged inside me. The pressure of their release sends my orgasm into a spiral until I’m sobbing from overstimulation.