Page 14 of Pack’s Prize

Michael and Elias…

Michael and Elias were in the center of the room.

Naked.

Not entirely so, no: Michael was shirtless, his firm, sculpted chest bare, but still wore his boxer briefs and his dress pants, unbuttoned so they hung around his hips, but Elias…

He was tall, that I had already known, and broad. A lumberjack, I thought again, with broad shoulders and strong arms. Thighs as thick as tree trunks, muscled like he spent his free time lifting boulders. His abs were chiseled, and located between his tempting abs and his delicious thighs–

“You’re drooling,” Theo growled into my ear.

I would have blushed, were my cheeks not warmed with desire already.

“He’s so…” I said, and then clamped my lips together. I had invited myself in to watch, but I didn’t know how Theo or the others would feel about it if Iran commentary. After all, Elias washislover, not mine.Not yet, at least,I thought. I kept my mouth closed, but let my eyes roam over rippling abs, taut ass, a thick cock that stood proud and erect from the apex of his thighs.

Theo’s hot breath gusted across the nape of my neck when he next spoke. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” His lips brushed gently across the skin of my shoulder, and I shivered.

“Yes,” I said, and it came out as a gasp, more air than word. One of Theo’s hands was trailing across my skin, his teasing fingers dipping under the hem of my skirt, and I squirmed, wanting more, wanting him to touch me, to sink his fingers into my heat. I was dripping, I knew, my perfume so strong that even I could smell it hanging in the room. His other hand tightened on my hip, so that even the minimal friction I had managed to steal was gone.

“You want Elias?”

I nodded.

“Mmm,” he said, kissing my neck. “There will be time for you, darling, later. First, though…” His teeth bit down gently on my nape, just enough to remind me who he was, whoIwas: alpha and omega. “It’s alpha’s turn.”

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Elias

I was hard as steel.

Any self-consciousness I may have felt about my desperation disappeared when it became so obvious that she was, too: her scent of sweetness and raw, sensual desire filled the space, like an orchard in full bloom. If there was any question of whether Ava would be accepting of our trio’s unique situation, it vanished as soon we’d arrived. Michael could feel it, too; I knew in the way he tore off my clothes and shoved me against the end of the bed, heedless of any of the precautions we took in public: don’t stand too close, don’t touch too long.

“I’m going to suck you off, Eli,” he said, and I just nodded, leaning back with my hands propping my torso up. I wanted to see him do it–of course I did, I always did–but I also wanted to seeher, wanted her to seeme, us.

“Yeah,” I groaned, as he dropped, without warning, to kneel in front of me. Seeing him like this–on his knees, his fingers wrapped around my shaft, tugging roughly–always made me marvel. Even if he was the one who called the shots elsewhere–and even if I knew he’d be the one fuckingmelater, making mebegfor him–seeing him look up at me through his dark eyelashes and feed my cockhead into his gorgeous mouth was thrilling.

His mouth was warm, and soft, the suction of his lips just right even as his hand pumped my midshaft just this side of too hard. My knot was swelling already; I could feel the deep throb of it building at the base of my cock. It was early, much too early for that, but–

“Oh,” I heard her gasp, from the chair in the corner of the room. She and Theo sat facing me, her legs spread over his, his knees keeping hers apart. He had one hand on her thigh, his thumb swiping back and forth over his skin in the tantalizing way I knew he had, the one that drove me wild, too. With the other hand, he’d pulled down one shoulder of her dress, pinning her arm to her torso and revealing the smooth, creamy skin of one breast, encased in delicate black lace. As I watched, he cupped with his long fingers, squeezing gently so that her breast was pushed upwards, almost spilling from the lace in its bounty. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyelids drooping closed for a moment, and I stared at the column of her bare throat, Theo smiled at me. A slow, lazy grin that told me he knew exactly the effect this display was having on me.

My cock bumped against the back of Michael’s mouth, and he pulled off with a hiss.

“Don’t fucking move,” the other alpha said. I’d thrust into him, something I’d trained out of my repertoire long ago. It wasn’t smart to antagonize an alpha with your cock in his mouth.

“Sorry,” I said, unable to look away from Theo. From Ava: he was rolling her nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger now, and she strained, back arched, against her bra.

“You like what you see, Eli?” Michael said, giving my cock a firm stroke. He reached up with his other hand, wrapping it loosely around my swollen knot. It was soft, still, but–he tightened his hand–not for long, not if he kept doingthat.

I did like what I saw. I liked ita lot.Too much: Theo had his lips against the place where her neck met shoulder, and I knew just how sensitive that was, how good that felt. Michael had his mouth around my cock again, his tongue swirling around the head, teeth grazing dangerously along my shaft in that way he knew I couldn’t help but like–

The pad of his finger pressed against my entrance, the other hand still tight on my knot, and I let my eyes fall shut for a moment. “Michael,” I panted, but it was Theo who responded.

“Open your eyes, Elias,” he growled. “Keep them open.”

“I–ah–” I said, wrenching them open just as Michael’s finger pushed inside, up to the first knuckle. I took a gasping breath, forcing myself to relax, to let him in, to keep my eyes open instead of squeezing them tight again. The top of Ava’s dress was around her waist, now, the bodice pulled down and Theo’s hands roaming from her round breasts to her slim waist to her shoulders. Shewasperfect–perfect–and only the sting of Michael’s slick finger sliding in and out of my ass and the suggestion of his teeth on my shaft kept me from rutting into his mouth. Instead, I forced myself to remain steady, holding my breath with the strain of it, my nails digging into my palms through the sheets as I kept myself upright.

Thiswas the part I loved: the challenge of keeping my instincts in tight control, forcing myselfdownandbackwhen everything about me screamed to fight, to allow Michael’s fingers, wet with artificial lubricant, to wring out an unexpected pleasure from the submission.