Pack Deception: Part Two, page 22
So I’ll let Wells stick around until then because I’m going to miss the big bastard, but I won’t let him waste a minute more once those bars slam shut on my old life. Figuratively and literally.
We’re stuck on I-55 in rush hour traffic when my stomach spasms.
“Oof,” I grunt, bowing over and pushing a fist into my abdomen to lessen the pain.
Is it already time for my heat again?
I try to count back the days on when my last one was, but another contraction hits me.
“Fuck,” Wells growls out when my perfume saturates the car. He may be like my brother, but he’s still an alpha, and I’m still an omega about to go into heat. His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, and he checks each of his mirrors, turning his body to check for blind spots before gunning it when the light turns green. Weaving in and out of cars and being a complete jackass, honking his horn and flashing his lights to get cars out of his way faster. If I didn’t feel so bad for the way his alpha pheromones must be riding him like crazy, I’d probably laugh.
It’s not even that I’m in pain. Goddess, I’ll probably not even go into full-blown heat until tomorrow, but this man clearly wants to get me the heck out of his car. Another wave hits me. This time I feel slick drip onto my thighs. The sound of teeth grinding pulls my focus. A little vein is popping out of Wells’ forehead to match his grating molars. With a flick of his thumb, the hands-free phone sounds through the car, and he grits out, “Call Hudson.”
He picks up after two rings. “Hey, man. Everything okay?”
“Summer is going into heat. Can you meet us at the end of the driveway?” The strain in his voice is clear as day. Which is probably why Hudson curses.
“Yeah. How far are you?” Hudson asks, and there is rustling on the other end of the line while he moves around.
“Ten minutes. Maybe sooner.” A car honks at us as Wells cuts off yet another car. My right hand is clutching the door handle for dear life, while my left is still fisted against my stomach.
“Okay. We’ll meet you down there. Am I on speaker?” he asks.
“I’m here,” I respond, knowing he’s asking if I can hear him.
“You doing alright, pretty girl?” Concern drips from every word.
“I’m okay. It’s not too bad yet. Wells is just a big alpha baby.” At the word baby another wave hits so it comes out a little breathless.
His answering chuckle sounds a little tense and surely just choked out for my benefit. “I’ll see you guys in a minute then. Love you.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing any of my mates say those words. Warmth flows through me, a little perfume leaking out, and causing Wells to grumble.
“Love you, too,” I whisper back to Hudson.
“Asshole,” Wells mumbles as he hangs up the phone. I smack the boulder he calls a shoulder for talking about my mate that way, even though I know he’s half-joking. Of all my mates, Wells got the closest to Hudson. Something about their personalities meshes really well.
Exactly eight minutes later, Wells comes to a screeching stop in front of the already-opened gate where Hudson and Brooklyn are waiting outside Brooklyn’s Audi. Wells rolled the windows down as soon as we got outside of traffic, and I think that helped curb his pesky pheromones because the vein in his temple looks significantly less pronounced. The locks disengage before he comes to a complete stop, not even putting the car in park.
“Thanks, Wells. Sorry about this.” My hand gestures along my body to basically apologize for everything in general.
“It’s okay, Summer. No offense, but please get out of my car,” he huffs, smiling at me in a tortured way that draws a laugh from both of us.
My door opens, letting in a draft that blows my scent around even more. Brooklyn stands half-crouched with a hand extended to pull me out or lend some strength if I need it. “You okay, sweets?”
Placing my hand in hers, I pull myself out of the car, shut the door behind me, and wave off Wells. Not needing to be told twice, he takes off down the way we came, all four windows still down. Which I’m sure will stay down until the omega heat hormones are no longer drenching every pocket of the cab of his car.
Another cramp hits, making my intestines feel like someone reached in and grabbed them in a vice-like grip. Brooklyn’s small hand rubs my back in soft, soothing strokes. The pain fades again, allowing me a moment's reprieve to stand and walk toward the Audi.
I slide into the backseat, Brooklyn right behind me, as Hudson drives us back. Slick is all but coating my thighs now, soaking my work pants. The pain is starting to become more constant. Probably due to the fact that I’m around my alphas and not getting stuffed full with knots.
I’m past the days when I didn’t feel like I could ask for affection.
My pack has done nothing but shower me with love since I’ve known them; so I don’t hesitate to take what I need anymore.
It’s all about growth, right?
The driveway isn’t too long, but I don’t want to wait. The way Hudson and Brooklyn smell… I’m going to go crazy. So I follow my instincts and swing a leg over, straddling Brooklyn. Her hands go to my hips without any hesitation, while mine go to each side of her face, pulling her lips to mine.
The kiss isn’t frenzied and out of control. It’s slow and deep. Passionate. My hips start to rock back and forth, trying to find friction. Brooklyn pulls me tight against her, hands roaming up my back until they reach my neck, where she grabs a handful of my hair at the nape and yanks. The movement forces my mouth from hers and my head back, granting her all the access she wants.
Wasting no time, she latches onto my neck, trailing kisses from my shoulder all the way up to my ear. Then she kisses back down to the junction between my shoulder and neck and bites, not breaking the skin.
“Ahhh,” I moan, warmth spreading through my thighs as a mini orgasm rocks through me. When my walls stop fluttering, I grind against her as best I can, begging for more.
“I can’t wait to leave my mark on you. Right here.” She bites again in the same spot, slick pouring from me. “Right where the whole world can see it. See that you. Are. Mine,” she growls out, biting a little harder, soothing it with a gentle kiss right after. I whimper, nodding frantically.
“Fuck,” Hudson growls from the front seat. I turn to see him rubbing his erection through his jeans, making my mouth water.
The car whips into the garage, and Hudson yanks the back door open to pull me from Brooklyn’s lap. I cling to him in desperation, my arms and legs wrapping around his body so tight that if he dropped his firm grip on my ass, I wouldn’t move an inch.
He fuses his lips to mine, kissing me without stopping to catch his breath. Vaguely, I hear the garage door closing behind us, and we’re moving through the house in the next second. It’s pretty impressive, actually. Not once does he stop kissing me to look where he’s going, navigating us through the pack house to my nest.
When we make it inside, Hudson throws me none too gently onto the mattress, following me down. Brooklyn shuts the door behind us, and I watch her reach behind her back to drag the zipper down on her dress. It pools to the floor around her ankles, leaving her standing there in a pale pink, lacey bra and panties set. More perfume leaks out of me at the sight, and her nostrils flare.
Hudson reacts to my scent by yanking me by my hips and fitting himself at my core, thrusting against my sex.
Pleasure erupts as his cock tortures my clit through two layers of clothes. It must bother him as much as it does me, the barriers, because he rips my pants off. The button goes flying somewhere in a mess of blankets. Cool air hits my thighs as my pants are shed. Hudson doesn’t bother taking his own off yet before he ducks down, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and pulling my panties to the side.
The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me gasping out his name. The heat hormones start taking over little by little as he eats me with a precision I’ll thank the Goddess for later.
Two orgasms later, my head is starting to feel a little foggy with pleasure, my body is limp, and the tremors in my legs are constant.
Brooklyn places a hand on Hudson’s shoulder pulling him back. Part of me blanches as he growls at her, at his head alpha, but she just rolls her eyes. “It’s my turn,” she states, pointing him toward my head. “Switch.”
A grumble is all she gets in response, but I sweeten the pot for him. “I want you in my mouth, alpha.”
That gets him moving, scrambling to pull his pants off, and crawling on his knees to get to my face. The ceiling in my nest is lower than any other room, so Hudson’s head would be touching it if he were to stand straight up.
Boxers and jeans discarded, my mouth waters at his cock as he strokes it inches from my mouth. The head is close to purple, veins prominent, the whole thing begging for release. His knot is already fully inflated, and my core clenches just thinking about it locking into me.
A bead of precum leaks out of his tip. I dart my tongue out to lap it up.
“Mmm,” I moan and take him into my mouth, chasing more of his flavor. Brooklyn takes Hudson’s place in between my legs and sucks my clit into her mouth. Just as she does, Hudson’s cock nudges the back of my throat, making me whimper at the sensory overload.
“Fuck,” Hudson hisses at my whimper, feeling the vibrations. “That’s it, pretty girl. Take my cock. Such a good little omega.”
Slick drips from me at his praise, and my pussy clenches around nothing. Goddess, I need more. Need to be filled. I spread my legs wide, tilting my hips up in invitation. Brooklyn’s laugh is smug. “She really liked that. Didn’t you, cherub? Soaking the sheets. You like being told how perfect you are. Made for us.”
While she’s talking, Brooklyn shoves two fingers into me, hard and deep, dragging along that perfect spot. In and out, she keeps up a brutal pace. Hudson, seeing her pace, matches it. Rough hands grab my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pull back. With my head at the angle he wants it, Hudson fucks into my face. Taking no prisoners, his cock hits the back of my throat over and over. I try to open my throat and take everything he gives me, all the while Brooklyn’s fingers don’t stop. Tears prick my eyes, and it’s getting hard to breathe. The sensory overload is too much, and that tell-tale warmth spreads through me. My legs shake uncontrollably until my whole body locks up, and I jump head-first off the cliff.
“That’s it, cherub. Squeeze my fingers. So fucking beautiful,” she grunts, still pushing in and out of me as my pussy spasms and spasms around her. I moan long and low around Hudson’s cock, causing a chain reaction. A second later, he groans and holds my head still while he spills himself inside me.
I swallow him down and then take a gasping breath, one I’d been desperate for. Hudson continues to kneel in front of me, so his dick is still in full view. Gingerbread and nutmeg permeate my enclosed nest as I get a good look at his still very hard cock. It doesn’t even look like it’s come at all–still red and angry, waiting to knot something.
No, not something…me.
My perfume is so strong right now, I almost choke on it. The look in Brooklyn and Hudson’s eyes tells me they’re holding back a rut with everything in them. If I were to guess, they want to mark me properly before letting that side take over.
I’m about to ask Hudson to knot me when I feel something pushing back inside me. But it doesn’t feel like fingers. Looking down, my eyes pop wide open at the sight of Brooklyn in a strap-on.
“I told you I had a toy I wanted to use. This one is double-sided. So you’re going to be a good omega, and let me fuck you, aren’t you?” Her hips snap forward, and we both moan. Each thrust she gives me, shoves the dildo deeper in her, too. The look on her face as her eyes roll back in her head pushes me over the edge again. I’ve come so hard already, the dildo she’s using glides in and out of me with ease, soaked with my slick.
“Flip over, Brookie,” Hudson says, voice near a growl as he crawls toward Brooklyn. Without any question, she complies. An embarrassing yip leaves my mouth as I go flying through the air, landing on top of Brooklyn, who has laid on her back. The momentum shoves me forward hard, pushing the dildo so deep it’s almost painful; for both of us.
Our cries of pleasure bleed together, followed by a loud crack.
A harsh stinging sensation hits me. Looking back, I turn just in time to see Hudson bring his hand down on my ass again, right on the same spot. I gasp, squeezing the toy inside me so hard Brooklyn’s thrusting stops. On shaky arms, I lift myself off her chest, wanting to lean back and ride my alpha.
“Uh uh.” Hudson pushes me back down. I go without much fight, my entire body already feeling like mush. “I’ve got something else in mind for you, mate.” There is a slight pressure as he rubs his thumb around my hole before pushing in. “I’m going to fuck you here while Brookie gets her fill. Then I’ll take my turn in that pretty pussy, and you’ll take my knot like a good omega.”
My head is jerking up and down so fast that the room goes blurry.
Goddess, yes. All of that. Please.
I think I moan out little whispered pleas. I must because a second later, he’s scooping up some of my slick from around my pussy, using it as lube as he works two fingers into me. A few more pumps and then a third finger joins, stretching me.
I’m grateful because none of my mates are lacking in the dick department.
After a few minutes, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty again. That doesn’t last long though, as his head replaces where his fingers were. Inch by inch, he pushes in, groaning as he goes. All the prep in the world could not compare to how thick and hard he feels inside me. When he’s seated to the hilt, he grabs hold of my hips in a firm grip. At the same time, Brooklyn decides it's a good time to start moving again. She plants her heels as firmly as she can on the soft mattress and thrusts up. As she’s coming down, Hudson thrusts forward.
Where she pulls back, he pushes forward.
When she thrusts up, he pulls out.
Their pace is flawless, someone always deep inside me, setting a perfect pace. Once they get into a good rhythm, it’s almost as if they hit a pre-rut. They’re fucking me like savages.
Hard. Fast. Brutal.
It’s too much and not enough. I’m sobbing with pleasure, release after release hitting me. Hudson pulls my hair back in a tight fist, pushing my head down while using it as leverage. My neck is bared at Brooklyn, and suddenly, all I want is for her to bite me. So I pull my neck back even more, leaning down so she can see exactly where I want her.
“Bite, alpha. Please.” My words can barely be heard over the grunting, slapping of skin, and squelching of my slick pouring over the toy in us. Still, she must hear me because she leans forward and kisses my neck.
Thank the God–
She pulls back.
I growl.
“Bite!” I repeat, somewhere between a whine and an angry demand.
Her answering laugh is husky. Alluring. “What was that, my beautiful mate? Did you want something?”
She’s taunting me. Teasing me when my control is nonexistent. Even if the heat hormones weren’t riding me as hard as they are, I’d still be near begging.
As it is, I’d lick a dirty toilet to get her mark on me.
Funny thing is, I know she wants it as bad as I do. Since the day I came home with tattoos covering my old marks–one they all got, too, after I was awake and well enough to be left alone–they’ve all taken to kissing and biting, teasing me where they’ve said they want their own marks. Leaving hickeys and bruises as temporary marks until we could do it for real. So I know just how close she is to snapping, too. And I use it.
I lean down, Hudson loosening his grip and slowing his thrusts just enough that I have control over my body again. Brooklyn turns her head, granting me access when she sees I’m trying to kiss her neck. Planting gentle, barely there kisses, I work my way up her neck before biting her ear. With my lips still around her lobe, I whisper, “I want you, Brooklyn. Mark me. Make me yours. Show me how a true alpha mates her omega.”
The growl that rips from her is…animalistic. Primal. There’s no other way for how she grips my chin in a fierce hold, yanks my head to the side, and sinks her teeth into my neck.
Brilliant white stars erupt from behind my eyes. Both mine and Brooklyn’s orgasms hit us at the same time. In the next second, still reeling from the pleasure and shaking off the brief hint of pain from the puncture wounds in my neck, Brooklyn’s voice finds its way into my head. Soft at first, like being at the far end of a tunnel and trying to make out who is on the other side. But clearer and clearer she becomes, like we’re jogging toward each other in that tunnel, ready for that sweet embrace when we meet in the middle.
Just as I start to come down from the mating bond high, and I can hear my alpha clear as day, I gasp at a stinging sensation on my breast, and it starts all over again. There is just enough clarity between all the dizziness and bright lights that I look down to see Hudson lapping at his mate mark. Right on my breast. Inches from my nipple.
A mate bond requires attention for days after. So this man will be licking and sucking on my breast to “heal my bondmark.” I can’t tell whether I want to laugh or smack him on his absurdly handsome head.
My turn, a voice in my head says. In the same breath, Hudson pulls me off Brooklyn and tosses me on my back. There is an embarrassing squelch when he does, and I look over to see the toy soaked with my juices.
Jackass, Brooklyn’s voice shoots back, distracting me. Their voices are easier to distinguish between now that I’m focusing on who is talking.
Get over it, Hudson laughs back, positioning himself between my legs and sinking inside with ease. His knot nudges against my opening, so I spread my legs wider to take him in, but he pulls back.
