I glanced around, eyes narrowing. “Too many clothes. They belong in my nest, not on your bodies.”
“Demanding omega,” Mason teased as he made a show of stripping his clothes off piece by piece.
When he was finally naked, I couldn’t help but stare at the expanse of his creamy pale skin. The strong delta muscles shifted with every movement, drawing my attention until Wilder started pulling off his clothes next.
My beta was a beast, from his broad chest to his bulky limbs. He radiated power, and I was desperate for him to touch me too. That touch-starved omega in me was feral for each of them to claim her.
Wilder’s hand wrapped around his cock and I swallowed hard. He was thick; the girth alone was going to absolutely ruin me.
“Someone better touch me before I catch on fire,” I complained.
“All you had to do was ask.” Mason leaned down, claiming my lips before kissing his way down my body.
He took his time, tasting my skin and humming in appreciation before burying his face between my breasts. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipples until they were aching, fingers pinching the hard peaks and only adding to the desperation echoing through me.
His nose skimmed down my torso, teasing over my skin until finally finding my pussy. He didn’t seem to mind that his packmate’s cum was leaking out of me. Mason brushed his nose over my skin, breathing me in before his tongue was surging into my core for a taste.
Mason wasn’t the type to hold back. If he wanted something, he was taking it, and that included me.
I’d already come once so I was sensitive and swollen. It wasn’t long before he had me shattering for him.
“Wilder, I think she’s going to need a distraction. She’s so sensitive,” Mason said before he clamped his teeth onto my clit. The jolt of pain had me arching off the bed, crying out in a hoarse voice that barely sounded like my own.
Wilder took advantage of my new position, catching my nipple in his mouth. He wasn’t as gentle as Mason had been. The beta sucked hard before nibbling gentle bites over the swell of my breasts. He was just aggressive enough to make me cry out.
Mason soothed every cry with a stroke of his tongue. Between the long, slow strokes and Wilder’s demanding bites, I couldn’t hang on.
“She looks good like this,” Kieran said, his voice a deep rumble.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Cade agreed. “She looks like ours.”
“I am yours,” I whimpered.
“Say it again,” Mason demanded, sitting up enough to meet my eyes. His face was glistening with my slick, but his eyes were piercing.
“I’m yours,” I repeated with full confidence. His answering smile was wicked.
“Damn straight you are, princess,” he said before diving in again. This time there were no delicate movements or teasing. He was owning me, possessing me, devouring me whole.
The two easily coaxed another orgasm out of me. I’d never come this many times in my life. Even during heats, my pack never learned my body like this.
It was as if they listened to the noises I made and gave me more of what I needed. In one single encounter, they all ruined me for anyone else.
Good, because this was the only pack I wanted.
Just as I started to come on Mason’s tongue, he pulled away, replacing his mouth with his cock and pushing inside of me. He wasn’t as gentle as Lennon was in the beginning.
He slammed his hips forward, shoving his knot as deep as he could into my slick core.
“She’s as perfect as you said, Lennon,” he choked out.
Mason fucked me frantically into the mattress. Wilder didn’t wait to be invited in. He kneeled by my head, cock in his hand, waiting for my mouth to open.
I licked my lips and pushed his fingers aside, taking over. Despite my body bouncing on my delta’s knot, I stroked him slowly, teasing him until he moved closer, ready to take what he needed.
Despite the beta being sweet and quiet in life, it seemed he wasn’t in the bedroom. Honestly, I loved it. I wanted him to take what he needed from me, to give me everything and take it in return.
Wilder braced his hands in my hair, holding on tight enough to sting as he fucked my mouth. His movements were as frantic as Mason’s, matching the rhythm until all I could do was focus on breathing through my nose and taking everything they gave.
