Pack of Lies, page 43
The others held their breath.
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
Her lips slammed to mine a second later, her mouth swallowing my moan. The others clambered over to us, and this was the first time this damn gigantic couch had seemed a bit too small.
It was worth it, though. The sense of togetherness was overwhelming, and if I wasn’t covered in omega at the moment I might have teared up from the joy pouring through the bond. It was from the others, and from me. We were all thrilled to have her, and desperate to bring her into the pack.
Marlowe came to the other side of me, clinging to me as he nibbled on my neck. Quentin came up behind Thorn, Jubilee behind Marlowe. It was a heaven I hadn’t been able to fathom before Thorn.
Pulling back with a groan, I stroked my fingers through Thorn’s hair and locked eyes with Quentin over her shoulder. He smirked, his hands exploring her body and making her moan and whimper already.
We had always worked well as a team.
“I want to be inside you when I claim you,” I murmured.
She let out a low moan and nodded a few times. “Just do it fast. Bond me.”
“Demanding thing,” Quentin said. “Think you can take all of us, princess?”
His fingers pinched her nipple, and I watched it perk up beneath the fabric of her shirt.
“Of course I can,” she said, arching her back as she gasped.
I dove in to suck at the skin of her neck, scoping out where I wanted to claim her. My mark wouldn’t be easily hidden beneath a shirt or behind the curtain of her hair. The world should know she was ours. She was mine.
My tongue circled the perfect spot, her body squirming where she perched on my thigh. Marlowe had been thoroughly distracted by Jubilee, the other alpha’s cock sitting in his mouth. Jubilee occasionally thrust up, but both of them were watching us, flustered and eager for their turn.
“I’m going to mark you right here,” I said against her skin. “Perfect spot so everyone knows you’re mine.”
She whimpered. I looked at Quentin again, arching an eyebrow. He was the dom here; I assumed he had a plan for taking her together. The beta almost seemed surprised to have been given any agency but shook it off.
He lifted Thorn from me, splaying her out on the couch.
We had her out of her meager clothing quickly, and then there was this fucking feast of a woman laid out in front of us.
The scars on her skin infuriated me, while simultaneously making me feel more comfortable in my own scarred body. She wouldn’t judge me. Pale skin led up to pert nipples and flushed cheeks. There was hair at the apex of her thighs, dark in colour, and beneath it was pink skin. Shiny from her slick.
Quentin and I tried to lean in to taste her at the same time, transfixed enough that we bumped foreheads. He chuckled, gesturing to her. “You first, pack lead.”
I took the offer, tasting her until her hands were gripping the pillows. Then I pulled back and licked my lips, and Quentin took over. We made her come like that, trading off back and forth until she was shouting her release.
“Can you please bond me now?” she panted. “Please.”
“You’re such a good girl, asking so nicely,” Quentin purred.
He moved down toward her head, brushing her hair back with gentle fingers. He stripped his clothes off, letting his cock rub along her cheek until he grabbed her head, tilting it and showing off the exact spot I wanted to claim her.
Groaning, I settled between her legs, cock plunging into her in one stroke at the same time Quentin pushed his cock into her mouth. Her sounds were muffled but gorgeous, her legs wrapping around me to pull me close. Both her hands were occupied grabbing Quentin’s ass and thighs and drawing him further into her mouth.
Marlowe whimpered from beside us, Jubilee’s fingers trembling in his hair as he fucked up slowly into the omega’s mouth. Them watching made this a hundred times hotter. Doing this as a pack made it a thousand times hotter.
I thrust into her a couple of times before collapsing over, unable to resist the urge to bite her anymore. My teeth throbbed in my mouth, and I eyed the spot I wanted and then met her gaze.
Her tiny little nod had me pressing my teeth to her neck, breaking the skin.
SIXTY-ONE
THORN
I nearly choked on Quentin’s cock when the bond opened.
It was a whole bucket of feelings hitting me at once. All their beings tied to mine. I came instantly, even though Reese had frozen with his teeth in me to tremble through his own release. Tears beaded at the corner of my eyes, not because I was disappointed in this feeling, but because it was so much more than I’d even imagined.
This was the connection I’d been waiting my whole life for.
Other people tied to me. Their feelings were my feelings, and mine were theirs.
“I love you,” Reese whispered against my neck when he pulled back. His tongue stroked where he’d bitten me, in the most obvious spot on my neck. A position that could never be hidden, not that I would ever want to.
Sliding my lips off Quentin’s cock, I kissed Reese for one searing second. “Love you.”
I gave my attention back to my other mate, sucking him into my mouth again.
And they were really my mates now. It wasn’t just a title I was throwing around because I didn’t know what else to call them and because they were my scent matches.
Every member of this pack was mine like that.
Quentin’s hand in my hair was surprisingly gentle, letting me suck him how I wanted to. The joyous haze of the claiming did fade, letting us wander back into a space where all that mattered was hands on bodies. It was better to know they were mine.
This wasn’t just a stop on the way to the Madame, or a place to hide out until the Centre stopped looking for me.
This was forever.
Reese made me come with him again, leaving me dazed as he collapsed back onto the couch, his cock softening as he panted.
Then Quentin took over, pulling his cock out of my mouth and smirking down at me. “Want Jubilee to mark you next, sweetness?”
I nodded eagerly, letting him lift and tug and pull me until I was straddling Jubilee. He was flushed and trembling with nerves, as he tended to be. My hands ran over his chest soothingly, lips landing on his shoulder. He was wearing his glasses but they were askew on his face, and his turquoise hair was rumpled.
“I don’t have to,” he stuttered. His hands were cold where they landed on my waist. “I don’t know if you—”
“You’re my mate and I want your mark on me. If you want to wait, we can,” I said.
I was confident it was just nerves talking, and he didn’t want to wait, but of course I would respect his choice if he did. This was our first time having sex. In fact, it was our first time touching much at all. Though, I couldn’t get the vision of him leaning back against the kitchen counter while Quentin sucked him out of my mind.
Shaking his head, he displaced his glasses more. I reached up and adjusted them for him, and he blinked at me. “I don’t want to wait. I just wasn’t sure if you would want to, considering everything that happened and—”
“I love you, but please shut up. I’m all in with you. All of you.”
My head turned to peer at the others. Their eyes were on us, Marlowe kneeling between Quentin’s legs this time while Reese reclined against the arm of the couch. Affection poured through the bond and into me.
This pack was perfect for me.
We were all a little dysfunctional and broken, but ready to heal a piece at a time, together. The only thing that would make this better was Denzel being down here, and he would be. Time and healing would repair his bonds with his packmates and other omega, and then we would all be together.
“You love me?” Jubilee asked faintly.
Quentin chuckled and so did I, turning back to the mate in front of me and rubbing myself down against his bare cock. It was wet with Marlowe’s spit and my slick and Reese’s cum sliding out of me.
“Yes.”
I kissed him to highlight the confirmation, and it tossed away any more of his hesitations. He ground himself up against me and groaned, his tongue plunging into my mouth. We were messy together, completely lacking finesse. When I reached down to grab his cock and slide myself onto the length, he cursed and pulled back.
“I love you too. Obviously,” he panted. “I just realized I didn’t say it.”
It was hard to laugh and moan at the same time, but I managed. We kissed some more as we fucked, a tangle of limbs as I rode him and he bucked up into me. No rhythm whatsoever. That wasn’t going to stop me from coming.
Especially not when he pulled back, glazed look in his eyes, and peered down at my cleavage.
He traced a spot with his finger, the side of my breast. “Can I claim you here?”
“Please.”
Leaning down, our frantic movements slowed down as he wet the spot with his tongue, getting acquainted with it. It was like he was deciding if it was really perfect, or if somewhere else would be better.
He made his decision suddenly, teeth piercing me.
I whimpered.
This claiming was different because it didn’t open the bond; it only added to the pack bond that was already living between us.
Somehow it was no less intense.
Nails digging into his shoulders, I cried out as I came around his cock. His knot ground against my entrance, tempting me to take it, but I still had two more mates I wanted to be with now that I was officially part of the pack.
Jubilee mumbled sweet words against my skin, his orgasm rocking him as intensely as mine had. My comedown time was cut short by Quentin’s hands on me, his voice in my ear. “My turn with you, princess. Can you take it?”
I nodded, letting him lift me off of Jubilee’s lap. He slumped back against the cushions of the couch, about as beat as Reese was. The intensity of the bonding could really take it out of you. It was a miracle I was still going.
Quentin put me on my hands and knees on the couch, his body settling in behind me. Marlowe’s cock was in front of me, the other omega flushed and panting. I reached for his cock and he moved back, confusing me until I realized he was looking at Quentin.
For permission.
“You’ve been such a good omega for us today, haven’t you Marlie?” Quentin purred. “Sucking us off while we waited for Thorn. Do you think you deserve to come down her throat?”
His eyes fluttered shut. “Please?”
He didn’t say he deserved it. Maybe because in this power exchange, it was always up to Quentin?
“Please isn’t an answer, pet.”
I shivered. Marlowe was pet, I was princess, and this Quentin was completely different than the joking caretaker he was outside of sex. There were so many ways we could explore this, and I was so eager to try out the ‘punishments’ that Quentin had mentioned when we’d first been together.
“I would like to deserve it, and I tried really hard,” Marlowe whispered.
Still not technically an answer, but Quentin accepted it. “Fuck her mouth, then. Marlie can go a little overboard, princess, so feel free to push him away if he gets lost in it.”
There was nothing the omega could do to me that would be too much. Peering up at him, I opened my mouth, giving him easy access to slide his cock over my tongue. He tasted sweet, his cock throbbing. Quentin slid inside me a moment later, his hands holding my hips in place.
Sex with him was nothing like the other two.
He wasn’t soft and gentle like Reese, nor was he frenzied like Jubilee. Every thrust was positioned and calculated and fucking hard, hitting deep. I cried out around Marlowe’s length when he changed the angle just slightly, making stars flash behind my eyes.
“You like that, princess? Did I find the right spot?”
He hit it again, my body convulsing.
“That’s it. Good girl. You’re much better at multi-tasking than Marlie is.”
Marlowe didn’t complain, his fingers in my hair as he pushed gently into my mouth. He was flushed down to his freckled chest, precum dripping from his cock.
Quentin abused that spot until I was coming around him, and then he kept going. Quick, harsh movements that bordered on uncomfortable, but rode the line in a perfect way. His hands squeezed my hips and ass, but I was hardly paying attention to the rough handling when it was accompanied by so much pleasure.
Marlowe grew increasingly desperate until he was near choking me with his cock and tears were running down my cheeks. I didn’t push him away, too excited by the pleasure in his expression, and the pleasure through the bond. I was the one giving him that.
And I was the one to make him come.
He jolted suddenly, releasing into my mouth with a long moan.
I swallowed him down. Quentin’s cock was threatening to distract me, but I managed to devour every drop of Marlowe’s cum before I lost my focus. I brought a hand down to rub my clit, wanting an orgasm more than I wanted air, but Quentin caught my wrist and held it behind my back.
“Uh, uh, princess. You come when I let you and when you beg for it. Marlie forgot to beg, so he’s going to be punished for that later.”
The other omega whimpered and collapsed back on the couch, onto Reese. The big alpha caught and held him, stroking hair back from Marlowe’s face.
Quentin and I were the centre of attention, stars of the show, and I got the sense the beta was a fucking exhibitionist when it came to showing off in front of the pack.
I was going to have to beg, and I didn’t hate it.
“Can I please come?”
Each stroke of his cock brought me closer, but I’d already come once from the simple act of him fucking me. I wouldn’t be able to make it happen twice in a row. Clit stimulation was necessary, and he wouldn’t let me have it unless I asked.
“Beg.”
“Didn’t I?” I asked desperately.
“That wasn’t begging, princess, that was a polite request. I want you to fall apart on my cock before I let you come.”
I groaned, dropping my upper body so my cheek hit the couch cushion. Quentin grabbed my other arm and held it behind my back, using them to hold me in place as he fucked me. My legs were trembling already, and I felt like I was falling apart. Wasn’t I?
“Please,” I moaned. “Please make me come.”
“Better, but I think you need a little more.”
While he held my arms with one hand, the other slid down to my ass. His thumb teased my asshole, playing with the rim until I was pushing back to urge it inside me.
“You want my thumb in your other hole? Going to have to ask me.”
He was evil. The fucking worst. Yet, I couldn’t stop the desperate ramble so there was clearly something I liked about this power exchange play.
“Fuck my ass with your finger, please. It’ll feel so good. Please, please, please. And let me come, please.”
Quentin chuckled. I wasn’t sure where his stamina came from, but he was finally beginning to sound strained. “Good girl. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
“Marlie,” I gasped out his nickname.
“You took Marlie’s cock in this hole?”
He pushed his thumb inside, keeping up the punishing pace of his cock in my pussy.
“Yes!”
“Next time you should take Reese’s cock in your ass. He’s big, isn’t he? But you can take it. Maybe you’ll take his knot in your ass too. Do you want me to make you come now, princess?”
My ‘please’ may not have even been decipherable as a word, but he understood.
“There it is. I love watching you fall apart. Keep your hands behind your back, and I’ll make you come.”
He moved his finger down to rub my clit, and it didn’t take much. He’d pushed me so close to the edge it was only a few seconds before I was screaming into the pillows. Keeping my hands behind my back was a struggle, with my whole body thrashing, but I managed it until his hand left my clit and grabbed my wrists again.
Quentin fucked into me a few more times before finding his own release, cursing his way through it as he told me how much of a good girl I was.
My body slumped to lay limp and facedown on the couch, my vision a little spotty in the corners. This was one of the only times spotty vision was accompanied by pleasure and not pain, and I was going to hold this memory close for every time I had a migraine in the future.
When Quentin withdrew his cock I made a mess all over the couch, but no one seemed to care. There was an air of contentedness around us, everyone happy and satiated for the moment. I was moved to lie against Jubilee, and I stayed limp as Quentin spread my legs and cleaned me up with a soft cloth.
“Need anything, sweetheart?” he asked when he was done.
I numbly shook my head. “Probably a nap, after all that.”
His lips landed on my cheek, and Jubilee stroked my hair.
“Take a nap, then. We’ll all be there when you wake up.”
I was already drifting off, Jubilee’s body keeping me warm even while I was completely naked.
SIXTY-TWO
THORN
Getting information on where the GPRE had taken the trafficked omegas would have been difficult.
Fortunately, we had Leighton.
I hadn’t met her, but I was already getting a good impression of her character. Twenty minutes after Marlowe texted her asking, she sent us an address. We arrived at the suburban home on the outskirts of New Oxford twenty minutes later, and the GPRE agents had been told to let us in.
So we piled into the full house as a bonded pack. Minus one, because there was no way Denzel was up to wandering around today.
“Nice bond mark,” Three said wryly.
He was the first to notice us come in. His head was always on a swivel, too used to needing to be aware of his surroundings. We’d never talked much about his history before the Centre, but we’d both been the same age when we were sold to them, and he’d been way more alert than I was. I got the sense he hadn’t come from a good household. Not that I had, but my neglectful parents had at least had enough money for food and a house that wasn’t rundown.
