Page 154 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

I’d give him that one.

“How about this—from now on, we discuss things as a pack, but I have veto power,” I proposed.

Neither of them complained. West probably wanted to, but knew he had no leg to stand on. The omega having veto power was only right.

Mercer may be pack lead in name, but I was really in charge.

“Can we stop talking now?” I whined. “I was about to come before you all interrupted.”

West shed his clothes while he walked over to the bed, settling beside me opposite Mercer. I wrapped my other hand around his length, but I couldn’t pay much attention to stroking him as Conrad found his rhythm again.

His knot rubbed my clit with every thrust, teasing me closer and closer to the orgasm that had been just out of reach before.

My connections with my mates strengthened from the touch, all their pleasure and arousal flowing through me. With more than just Conrad’s, it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I writhed and cried out on the bed as my orgasm hit, my pussy pulsing around Conrad. My body begged for a knot, but I couldn’t give it that. I wanted all my mates to have been inside me before I left this bubble of bliss.

With a curse, Conrad pulled out. His release spilled over my stomach, marking me and the nest with his autumn leaves scent. He was shoved out of the way by his packmates before his cock was even soft, landing in the pillows with a grunt.

“Flip over.” West’s barked command came before I’d had a chance to catch my breath.

I rolled onto my stomach, letting my body go limp. He moved me like a doll, hoisting my hips up and parting my legs. His cock slid through my slick, gathering it up, but he didn’t press inside me.

The head pressed against my other hole instead, and I gasped.

“You wanted all of us, so let’s give you two at once,” West growled.

He didn’t press inside right away. His fingers gathered some more of my slick, and he worked a single finger into my ass, which already felt like way too much sensation. When Mercer had put that plug in me, it barely fit. How was West’s cock supposed to?

Whining, I focused on the pleasure that was growing rapidly from the initial hint of discomfort. This fullness was different than taking a knot, playing on pressure points I was still unfamiliar with.

“Good girl.” Mercer ran his fingers through my hair as his packmate fucked me with his finger. “You’re going to take him so well.”

West worked me open slowly, making sure I never felt more than a hint of discomfort. Soon, he was filling me with three fingers, and I was actively pushing back, eager for more.

“Think she’s ready to try my cock?” West asked.

Mercer laughed huskily. “You can see how her body is begging for it, can’t you?”

The fingers pulled out, leaving me entirely too empty. I whimpered and shoved back again, to no avail.

“Now all she needs to do is beg for it out loud.” West smacked my ass, and I squeaked.

I almost glared back at him, but I wanted his cock more than I wanted punishment. So I did as I was told.

“Please fuck me, West. Please.”

West slid his cock into my pussy, and I looked back at him, confused. “Why…”

“I needed you to get my cock all wet.” He smirked. “Don’t worry. I didn’t get you all opened up for nothing.”

Covered in my slick, the head of his cock pushed easily into my ass. When he tried to go deeper, though, I choked. “Holy fuck.”

It was an intense stretch. Not painful, exactly, but I wouldn’t call it pleasant. Just… intense. How was he going to fit?

Mercer hummed, his fingers dancing down my spine. “Relax, sweetheart. If you tense up, he could hurt you.”

West moved to pull out, and I flung my hand back to grab his hip and stop him. “I’m fine. You won’t hurt me. Keep going.”