Page 33 of Marked for the Pack


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“Put her to the test,” Gage told the others. “If she makes so much as a sound, she doesn’t get to come for the next five days.”

I almost whimpered again, but caught myself.

Gage leaned forward. “Personally, I’d love to hear you moan, princess. But if you do, we’ll make you beg to come. And when we decide we’re done? You’ll still be left to beg. For five. Whole. Days.”

Heath punctuated the pack alpha’s words by spearing me with two fingers, and I doubled over with the pleasure of it, my legs still spread wide across their laps. My mouth fell open, and Gage grinned like he’d won.

“Unless her heat hits before then,” Flint pointed out, his voice firm, as if not even a command from his pack alpha could change his mind. As always, my protective mate was prepared to fight on my behalf.

“Show him, little wolf,” Heath whispered in my ear, distracting me. “Show Gage how much you want to come. Show him you’ll do whatever it takes to squeeze around my fingers. Maybe then you’ll get to come on our cocks after we get out of here.”

My inner walls clamped down on Heath’s fingers, and I bit my lip so hard I thought it would bleed.

“That’s it,” Flint encouraged from my other side.

Gage grinned. “Flint doesn’t want to go five days without.”

A waiter from another table came over as Heath’s fingers curled inside of me, trying to make me come. Too bad for him, the server distracted me too much.

“Can I get you anything…” The server trailed off as he noticed how everyone at the table tensed up.

I sat silently, Heath’s fingers still inside me, making me feel so naughty. The server seemed oblivious.

Gage growled. “We only deal with Oliver, no one else.”

Flint spoke in a tight voice, “We’re good, man, thanks.”

When the server’s eyes lingered on me, Heath growled, “Go on before we let our wolves out to play.”

My inner walls clenched at the raw threat in his voice, and Heath grinned.

“Oooh, she liked that.”

“Are you okay, miss?” the server tried one last time, causing all three Howling Echo wolves to growl.

I nodded, knowing better than to say a word. But I desperately needed him to leave, because I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Go,” Gage growled, and the guy finally took the hint and left.

I watched him walk away, glancing over his shoulder once as he headed for the kitchens, probably to tell Oliver.

Heath glanced past me and said, “Get her clit for me, would you?”

Flint slid one hand to my knee, keeping it pinned against his leg. Then he obliged Heath and let his fingers tease over my clit. My hips bucked, and that only forced Heath’s fingers deeper.

It was all I could do not to cry out when he curled his fingers. I wrapped one arm around Flint, my fingers clawing into his shoulder. My pleasure ratcheted up every time he swirled his fingers.

With both of them to either side of me, I stared across the table at Gage, whose sky-blue eyes never once turned gold, not even when that server interrupted us. The pack alpha displayed total control, and I suddenly longed to see it break.

He calmly sat there watching me come unraveled as his two packmates touched me under the table, yet he didn’t move a muscle. Except for the intense heat in his gaze, he could’ve beenwatching a movie. The only sign the scene before him affected him at all was a slight tick as his jaw clenched, though the rest of him appeared relaxed.

“Let me hear you, princess,” Gage teased. “One little moan. One tiny whimper. And we’ll leave you begging for days.”

“Don’t let him win,” Flint whispered, and his fingers flattened, massaging my entire clit all at once.

He had no idea how close he’d brought me to moaning just then.

“Come on my fingers,” Heath growled.

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