Page 84 of Pack End Game

Freddie fistpumps. "Yes!"

Spencer rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "You're sure?" he asks me.

"I haven't been this sure of anything since the moment I stole Zak's coat from my best friend's boyfriend." For a moment, I think of all the fantasies I've had over the years about the moment my very own pack would someday come along and mark me as theirs. "Would you all consider..."

I trail off, my cheeks heating as I debate whether I actually want to make such a vulnerable request or not.

Spencer kneels by my feet. My alpha on his knees for me, hand reaching for mine to clasp our fingers together. "Anything. We'll consider anything for you."

His devotion is endless. The warmth of embarrassment fades to something more comfortable. The warmth of knowing home is more than the renovated senior living facility. This pack is my home. The three men I've quickly come to adore.

I'm obviously fate's favorite omega because fate gave me the best pack an omega could ever ask for. Literally the best one. No competition. I will hear no arguments to the contrary.

And that means trusting them enough to tell them what I want.

"Would you consider bonding me during my heat?"

Spencer's eyebrows dart up in surprise. "You'd like that?"

I nod, forcing myself to keep my head held high. Bonding during a first heat is kind of a big ask, since there are so many unpredictable variables about how my heat will go. There's no better scenario I can imagine.

If these three can handle a breakneck-speed house hunt with an omega they just met, I think they can handle whatever my heat might bring their way.

Spencer glances at Zak to check in before he puts both hands over his heart. "We would be honored, Mia. Thank you for trusting us enough to ask."

"And now let's get this omega her one-way ticket to Bang Town," Freddie suggests with a hint of urgency in his tone. I look over at him in time to see him adjusting himself through his pants. I guess the idea of Zak and Spencer bonding me to their pack while I'm in heat really does something for him. He catches me looking and shrugs one shoulder.

Zak clears his throat pointedly and steps around Spencer, prowling toward me with a glint in his eye that I recognize from that day at my office. "I have to say I actually agree with Freddie on this one. All aboard," he jokes with a hilarious pelvic thrust that draws attention to his own hard length straining against the material of his post-game slacks.

I quirk one eyebrow at Spencer. "Might as well not fight the inevitable."

There's a smirk on my face as I pull the Sloths shirt I'm wearing over my head, exposing my bare breasts to three sets of eyes that widen simultaneously.

"How did I not realize you weren't wearing a bra?" Spencer mutters hypothetically under his breath.

My nipples form hard peaks under their watchful eyes.

I'm so turned on, aching from days and days of being denied the chance to take things to the next level. A few fun rounds of teasing haven't been enough to satiate me. I need my scent-matches inside me.

Stat.

As I sit topless being admired, I can feel the slick coating my pussy, and the flowery scent of hibiscus floods the room from me perfuming. I'm at the top of arousal mountain and more than ready to climb aboard the train for Bang Town.

"I want you. All of you," I breathe as my cheeks burn. In fact, my whole body feels like it's on fire. "Please."

Spencer looks at Zak. "Tie her arms, then pass me the rope to tie her legs." He gives me a slow perusal from head to toe as Zak rounds the table. "Any other time, I might not want to reward your begging right away, but I'll make an exception because I've been thinking about how good it would feel to sink inside you since the moment I first smelled you."

My skin tingles everywhere he looks at me, as if his stare is as good as a physical caress. We're connected by the invisible strings of fate, and I can feel those strings pulling us closer with every passing second.

They're meant to touch me.

They belong inside me.

"Lean back, baby girl," Zak puts a hand on my collarbone to gently guide me backward until my lower back is flat on the table, my shoulders kiss the edge, my head hangs off, and my arms dangle.

He kneels down to gather each of my arms in turn, working quickly to tie the surprisingly soft rope around each wrist and binding them to the legs on either side of the table. Then, he passes the rope under the table to Spencer.

There's a rustling sound around my lower body, but I can't lift my head enough to see Spencer or Freddie anymore. A moment later, my buttery-soft leggings and lace panties are stripped down my legs, and I'm left completely naked to their wandering gazes.