Page 61 of Pack’s Pledge
“I want you to claim me, Conall. I want you to make me yours. I want you to mate me,” I said, and when Beau nudged my legs wider, I relaxed into his coaxing. “Mate me with your bite, and then again with your—”
Beau turned my face to his, swallowing my words even as I spoke them. “You want to be ours, Britt?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yes,” I gasped, “Yours—”
“And Beau’s?” he murmured, his mouth on mine.
“Yes, if he wants me—”
“And Adrian’s?”
“Yes,Conall,” I pleaded and he was gone, standing back, his pants tented, his chest heaving.
“Then he’ll be the first,” he said, gazing at me heavily.
Beau’s hips jerked behind me, pressing his cock—wet, through his own pants, I could feel his cock weeping heat and want and need—his hands tightening on my hips as his breath hitched.
“You still don’t trust me,” I breathed, but he shook his head.
“I do. Britt, I do. I just—” he held my eyes as he said, his voice like gravel, “I want to be the one who gets to make you complete.”
My stomach lurched, my body warming under his hungry stare, wetness pooling between my own legs. And then—
“So selfish,” Beau murmured, and Adrian added, “Fucking finally,” and despite it all, I smiled.
“Go, Adrian,” Conall commanded, a sharpness in his tone that had my legs going weak, and Adrian went, tugging his henley over his head, unbuttoning his jeans. Had it been just last night that he’d told meno, not like this, just this morning that he’d asked to kiss me? He peeled off his boxer briefs, and stood just in front of Conall at the foot of the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him. I licked my lips.
“This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when I brought my pack back to meet you, was it, bartender?” he asked, with a small, almost shy smile.
“I didn’t think you’d come back at all,” I confessed, as he settled on the bed beside me, smelling like the cabin, like wool and fresh air and coffee and juniper trees.
“I wasn’t sure you would either,” he said, softly. A different leaving. “But you won’t leave again, will you, Britt?”
“No,” I answered. “Never.”
“Not when we’re just getting to know each other,” he said, and winked, and I laughed that our first time would be like this—with Conall’s eyes heavy on our skin and Beau’s warm chest against my back and the promise of a claim—
Adrian kissed the laugh from my lips, his hand coming up to rest lightly on my belly, then the curve of my waist, around to my lower back as he pulled me on top of him, his strength coming easy and graceful, and Beau came, too, crawling up behind me on his knees as I sat over Adrian’s hips, the alpha’s shaft against my wet folds, the lace of my panties suddenly stifling. Adrian flexed his hips, and I gasped, my hands coming to rest on his broad, firm chest. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Can I— We—” his eyes darted over my shoulder to rest on Beau for a brief second.
I nodded.
“Words, baby,” Beau whispered.
“Yes,” I said, as the man’s fingers gently released the clasp on my bra, sliding the straps down off my shoulders, drawing the lace away from my skin to toss it away. His hands cupped my breasts where the bra had been, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. I arched into his touch, and he kissed along my neck, over my wild pulse.
“Adrian,” he said, “could you..?” and the lace of the panties tore away, caught in Adrian’s tight fist, fluttering prettily to the floor.
“Mmm, yes,” Beau murmured, “an alpha’s good for something, after all.”
I didn’t have time to laugh—Adrian moved my hips with his hands, his cock rubbing deliciously against my bare folds, the tip leaking precome onto his ridged stomach, and I bent to kiss him again—our tongues sliding together greedily as I ground my hips against his shaft. “Want Beau to fuck you first?” he asked. “Get you nice and wet for me?”
“Ah,” I gasped, as the omega’s cock slipped across the cleft of my ass, the head catching at my entrance. He was dripping, leaking, slick precome mingling with my own desperate arousal. “Fuck,yes, yesplease,” I managed before I felt the familiar warmth of Beau’s body over mine, his cock sinking into me with no resistance. “Yes,” I repeated, as he fucked into me, drawing out so only the head remained inside before sliding home once again—
“You love the way he feels, don’t you?” Adrian asked. I forced my eyes open to look at him: wonder and heat and pride were written on his handsome face. “He’s so good to you, isn’t he? I’ve heard the way he makes you moan—”
I didn’t moan this time, just caught my breath quickly, the orgasm taking me unawares, Beau spilling over after me, his heat flooding my body, and almost before he’d withdrawn Adrian was there, his cock sliding slick against Beau’s as he fucked his hips up into me, larger than his omega’s. Beau’s shaft slid against my tight hole, still throbbing with his release, my ass sticky sweet as he rolled his hips and my orgasm rolled into a second as Adrian pulled me down over his length all at once. I gasped at the stretch, the feeling of Adrian’s cock fucking up though Beau’s slippery release.
“Fuck,” the alpha groaned, “you’re so tight. Jesus, baby, how does Conall—“ he panted as his hips met mine, giving me a moment to adjust. “Fuck— Beau—”