“Don’t be mean,” Khaos whispers in my ear.
I giggle and lean forward, grazing my jaw along his and then sucking on that tasty spot on the side of his throat. He tilts his head, giving me more room as I stroke and pull his erection.
“No noise,” Khaos growls in my ear. He lifts me up. I feel him at my entrance. Slick has soaked my thighs and him. I ease my body down on him, watching every twitch of facial expressions.
I see the hunger, the pure fire of possession. I inch farther down and gasp as his sheer size obliterates the ache and brings this new need to the forefront.
I smile when I press into his knot. His eyes glitter, but I just lean forward, biting his lower lip.
I continue to move until I see Khaos look past me. In the next second, I almost lose my silence as fingers rub and investigate where Khaos and I are joined.
I look over my shoulder and see Wrath standing there.
He trails his fingers up to my ass and circles it before dipping his finger in. I jerk my hips forward, and Khaos hisses. But now I can’t hold still. I have to move. I need to.
I pant as one finger turns to two. And then the huge head of Wrath’s cock is pushed into me. There’s a bit of pain, a bit of stretch, and then he’s moving in me, while Khaos is guiding me up before slamming me back down.
I close my eyes and just feel. Lost in the pleasure that builds. I keep my jaw shut tight, holding back the sounds as Wrath feeds Khaos my breasts.
I gasp, huffing, my breath coming out faster. There’s so many points of pleasure, all of them swirling together.
Wrath pushes into me in a steady rhythm before deliberately pulling me down onto Khaos. His knot slips into me, just as Wrath’s slips into my ass.
The pleasure hits me white-hot. Like electricity. Wrath covers my mouth, breathing hard. Cum jets inside me, but the orgasm pulls, dragging out longer than its ever lasted, until I sag, breathing hard and completely wrecked.
Wrath kisses my shoulders, while Khaos holds me to him.
“Well, that was better than TV.”
I twist my upper body, groaning as ripples of pleasure return.
Hazard, Riot, and Angel lay in their spots, staring hungrily at us.
I feel the familiar ache start again, and Khaos groans.
Shit, I’m turning into a thirsty wolf. But the way they are looking at me. I want them, too. I want to be covered in them. In their scents.
I frown at my strange thoughts.
“Ah, well, nothing left to do but torture them,” Angel murmurs.
But I lose track of that when Angel leans over and steals my mouth. He kisses me until I’m rocking on those knots, tearing groans and curses out of Wrath and Khaos.
I tilt my head back and purr. This is exactly what I needed to sate my appetite.
I wake up again and frown at the new location change. This has never, ever happened before. I sleep light, guarded.
I must really trust them.
I must like them.
I turn my head and find Riot sleeping not even an inch from my face. When I pull myself free from all the limbs pinning me down and stand up, I realise the entire pack is tangled on the bed.
Memories flash through my mind. Riot biting my ass while he pushed his cum back into me. Murmuring about perfect peaches.
Hazard pinning me to the window and fucking me against the glass.
I shiver and spot Wrath.
