Page 133 of Pack Dutton: Part One


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Rhett’s thick campfire scent soaked the room, arousal pulsing off of him in palpable waves.

My pussy spasmed, watching as they devoured one another with heated gazes. Slick pooled in my panties, my own scent tinging the air. Between my legs, Crew’s cock hardened in his formal pants.

“Fuck,” Kellan groaned, tipping his head back. The muscles and tendons of his throat worked as his cock thickened, tenting his black pants. “Okay, Hazel needs to eat actual food before we turn this into yet another fuckfest.”

“Since when are you the voice of reason?” Crew growled, rubbing his steel length against my pussy.

I wrapped my arms around his neck with a whimper, rolling my hips for more friction. “Food later.”

“Kellan is right.” Rhett stood up, albeit with a little stagger to accommodate his erection. He turned to Jude, his hand snapping out and circling Jude’s throat. “Naughty boy, taunting me and getting everyone worked up.”

Jude smirked. “Dinner can always wait.”

I was in total agreement, but my traitorous stomach gave an unhappy rumble, voicing that it needed to be fed.

“Hazel needs food,” Crew agreed, lifting me off his lap. “Then we can see who can come first—Hazel or Jude.”

I almost stomped my foot. “You guys, come on. I’ve gone days without food. A couple of hours won’t make a difference.”

Wrong thing to say.

All hints of playfulness and arousal were sucked out of the room like the seal had been broken on a deep space ship. Instead of four horny guys, I was now surrounded by four guys that looked ready to break things and tear the world apart with their bare hands.

I pressed my lips together with a wince. “Guess we’re not at the ‘joking about being held prisoner by a psycho cult’ stage yet?”

Crew’s hand locked around the back of my neck. “We’re never going to be at that stage, little one. Understood?”

I blinked up at him. “Yes, alpha.” I infused as much sweetness into my voice as possible, giving him my most innocent expression. I grabbed the front of his shirt and licking the hard line of his jaw. “Whatever you say.”

Crew growled before dragging me forward in a blistering kiss. “You’re so much trouble.” He let me go, slapping my ass before stalking toward the kitchen.

Kellan rubbed a thumb across his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling as he stared at me under hooded lids. “He’s going to make you pay for that, sugar, and I can’t fucking wait.”

I could only smile and shrug as Kellan chuckled and followed after Crew. Rhett was next, his eyes ravenous as he took the time to rake his gaze across both Jude and me. “You two wait here and rest while we make dinner.”

Jude and I exchanged looks. If they were leaving us alone…

“Jude,” Rhett barked, the sound snapping me to attention, too. Rhett stalked over to the beta and grabbed his dick. “If either of you comes without express permission, it will be the last orgasm either of you has tonight.” His gaze cut to me. “Are we clear?”

“Yes,” we grumbled together.

Rhett smirked and let go of Jude’s cock.

“Are they always like that?” I whispered when Rhett was out of the room.

Jude flopped back down onto the couch with a lazy grin. “Oh, yeah.”

Lightning shot through my limbs, my pussy giving a happy little clench of anticipation.

“Want to play our own game?” Jude murmured.

I sat beside him, lifting a brow. “Okay.”

“Let’s see which alpha we can get to crack first at dinner,” he whispered conspiratorially. “My money’s on Rhett.”

I shook my head. “Kellan.”

We shared a grin as we snuggled together on the couch, turning on a random cooking show as we waited for the others to finish cooking dinner.

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