Page 40 of Pack End Game

The word would sting if it weren't for the warmth in his gaze.

"The temptation would be too great," he explains. "And I want the first time you have our knots to be in our new home. A place you're fully comfortable and certain about how your future with us looks. You'll take our knots when we're ready to solidify your place in our pack the right way."

He's not saying no because he doesn't want me.

He's saying no because he does.

As much as I want to respect the chivalry, the intensity of my need is so intense it almost hurts. My body is boneless against the wall, but my insides are coiled tight in anticipation of something Spencer doesn't plan to give me yet.

"Do we really have to let her suffer?” Zak asks in a gravelly voice, startling me slightly. “Alpha, I’d really like to offer our omega some relief.”

The sound of his voice at close range makes me realize that Zak and Freddie have both moved much closer while Spencer distracted me with his kiss. Zak peers around Spencer's shoulder to watch me with wanting eyes. His eyebrows knit down slightly out of concern for leaving me in this condition.

A helpless whimper escapes my throat.

Spencer holds his breath for a moment, his forehead wrinkling with indecision until he steps back with a seemingly Herculean effort.

Zak shifts quickly into his place, wrapping me up in warmth and the pleasant smell of sandalwood.

"I'll help you feel better, baby girl," he whispers to me as he leaves just enough space between us to reach down and slip his hand under my dress.

I suck in a sharp breath as his fingertips graze my inner thigh.

His touch continues an upward journey until he reaches the top of my leg and brushes against the lace of my panties.

"Are there cameras in here?" he asks, dropping his mouth to kiss the side of my neck while waiting for my answer.

I shake my head, barely able to get the word out. "No."

"That's too bad," Spencer chimes in from close beside us, his voice rough and gaze locked on the hem of my dress. "Maybe we could have watched this back later."

A rush of slick flows from me, coating the apex of my thighs and making my underwear feel sticky against my body.

Zak groans his approval when he cups his hand between my legs a moment later, finding the gift of slick waiting for him. "Such a good girl," he murmurs as he rubs at my wet panties a few times before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and dragging them down my legs with one hand.

Once they're out of his way, he lets go, and the panties drop to the ground around my feet.

"I like to think of myself as a pleasure dom, angel. Do you know what that means?" Zak's hand runs up my thigh again, taking his sweet time reaching the spot where I need him most.

Between working for a sex toy company and having a romance author for a best friend, I definitely know what a pleasure dom is. The idea of this alpha using pleasure instead of pain to dominate me sends a thrill through me. My eyes are wide and interested as I nod.

"That's good, sweet omega." Zak runs his thumb along the length of my slit, still only teasing me. "So you understand, my angel, that every time I touch you, I'm going to ring so much pleasure out of you that you can't move. Even if I work you up so much that your vision starts to black out, I wouldn't stop until you were soaking my knot. I'm going to make you feel so good that there's nothing you'll want more than to submit to me so that I give you even more orgasms. Over and over again. Until you're begging for a break."

All I can do is whimper as I writhe against the wall, desperately trying to press my pussy closer to his hand. "Please," I cry out. "Please."

His thumb strums my clit as he sinks two fingers into me, curling them to stroke my inner wall. I gasp and fall forward against him, his hand buried inside of me and practically the only thing holding me up as my legs shake.

Freddie hums appreciatively from Zak's other side. "My turn."

Before I can fully register the words, Freddie cups my cheek and turns my head toward him, capturing my lips in a chaotic kiss.

He kisses with far less control. He nips my bottom lip with his teeth playfully, and his tongue whips wildly against mine, keeping me on my toes. I make a desperate little sound against his lips that encourages him to kiss me deeper, pressing his body up against the sides of Zak and me.

A shiver runs through me.

"That's right, angel." Zak fucks me rhythmically with his fingers, his thumb continuing to work my clit until my body feels like I'm being zapped with a jolt of electricity. "Forget everything except for how good this feels. You deserve this pleasure, and I'm going to give it to you. You're going to come for me, my omega, aren't you?" My toes curl in my boots.

I whimper against Freddie's mouth, and he releases me, stepping back to let Zak guide me to the promised land. His breathing is ragged as he stares at me with hungry satisfaction.