Page 108 of Pack Dutton: Part One


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Humor glittered in his blue orbs. “I’ll fit, Haze. You were made for me. For us. The perfect omega.”

On the other side of the room, the others rumbled their approval.

I took a deep breath and nodded as Crew pushed in deeper still. His face twisted into an almost feral look as he growled and thrust once more.

It was strange, the way I felt my pussy soften just enough to let his knot slip in before locking around him like a vice. Like my pussy was telling him “no take backs—you belong to me now” as it strangled his knot.

The reaction was instantaneous—I shattered around him with a keening wail as he started to jerk in shallow thrusts against me. One hand fell to my hip, gripping hard enough to bruise.

“Oh, fuck,” Crew choked out, his head falling onto my shoulder as his massive body trembled over mine. I felt his teeth scrape against my neck before he groaned and twisted his head to face away.

My nails raked down his back as I thrashed beneath him like a woman possessed.

This was everything, and I never wanted it to end.

And it seemed like it never would.

With a snarl, Crew ground against me again, his cock still hard and demanding, his knot and my pussy locking us together.

Lightning shot through my limbs as another wave crested in me, the orgasm rolling over me and wrecking me from the inside out. My fingers speared into his short hair, dragging his mouth to my neck and baring it in a silent, unspoken plea.

Bite me. Mark me. Claim me.

His lips latched onto the perfect spot, and I cried out against the feel of his teeth once again nipping at my sensitive flesh, but he didn’t break the skin. Didn’t claim me. Bond me.

“Easy, Crew,” someone warned in the distance.

Crew bit and sucked at my throat as he rutted into me, purring and growling at the same time. When he came again, his come spurting deep inside of me, the ache in my belly disappeared. I twitched beneath him as he kept rocking into me, his movements gradually slowing.

The world around me came back into focus in fragments as Crew collapsed onto me for a heartbeat before gently rolling us onto our sides. He reached above my head, snagging a pillow and dragging it down to stuff under my head.

It felt weird to have him still inside me. To feel the pulse of his knot, his cock, in time with the ragged thumping of my heart.

I curled into him, letting out a soft purr of contentment as his arm wrapped around my back.

Footsteps approached the bed. “Is she okay?” That sounded like Kellan.

Crew mumbled something that sounded like, “she’s fucking perfection” but the fever was leaking out of my body, and my eyes were already closed as I tried to snuggle in even closer to him.

Their voices were soft and quiet, and the perfect soundtrack to fall asleep to.

37

Hazel

Sharp pains ripped me from my sleep as memories crashed over my head. I struggled to free my arms from confinement, a frantic whine scratching from my throat as I started to cry.

“Hazel, hey!” Gentle hands freed me from the cocoon of cashmere and sherpa.

Blinking up, I focused on Jude crouching over me in the nest. His green eyes were wide with worry. “What happened, pretty girl?”

I pressed a hand over my aching stomach. “Hurts,” I whimpered, sitting up with his help. “Thought I was back there.”

“You’re right here in your nest,” Jude assured me, running his hands over my hair.

I looked around at the surroundings of my nest. The drapes were pulled, but the light that had been leaking over the edges had vanished. “What time is it?”

“Night. A little after eight,” Jude replied.

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