Hayes crawls up behind her, fist tangling in her hair.
“Open.”
She obeys without hesitation, lips parting, and he spits right in her mouth. She swallows it as if it’s a gift, moaning like the filthy little Omega she is.
“Good. God,” Ford snarls.
I chuckle as a lazy grin spreads across my face.
“More,” Lo begs.
“Goddamn,” Hayes growls, shoving two fingers into her mouth next. “Suck.”
She does. Desperate. Eyes fluttering closed as I keep pounding her raw.
Ford kneels beside us, already hard again, fist stroking his cock slow as he watches her break.
“She’s not gonna last,” he mutters. “Look at her.”
I do. She’s gone. Heat-drunk and helpless, tears streaking her cheeks, drool sliding from the corner of her mouth while Hayes fists her hair like a leash. And she’s still grinding on me, chasing more even as I tear her apart.
“You’re taking us all night,” I snarl, flipping her off me and onto her belly.
She whines when I yank her hips up and slam back into her, deeper than before. The sound she makes is pure sin. Ford moves fast, sliding into place in front of her, and a second later, she’s choking on his cock, gagging as he buries it to the root.
“Christ, that’s it,” Ford groans, holding her steady while he uses her throat. “Just like that, Lo.”
Hayes comes around to her side, thumb circling her clit like a goddamn demon.
“Come again, Lo. Come for us.”
She shatters on cue. Body locking up, squeezing me so hard I see stars.
We flip her every way imaginable. On her back with Hayes pinning her wrists while I fuck her and Ford fists her mouth full of cock. Bent over the edge of the bed while Hayes takes her ass slow and brutal with that toy knot, and I keep her clit throbbing under my tongue. Straddling Hayes while Ford pushes into her from behind, both of them groaning while I sit back and strokemyself, taking a breather and watching her sob through the stretch.
We keep going until she’s muted from screaming, until her thighs quake so hard she can’t stand. Until she’s covered in sweat and spit and come and our scents. Hers, ours, mixed up everywhere, crusting our pack nest until there’s no hope of ever washing our pack scent away. Until the nest smells so thick of sex and us and Omega that I feel it thrumming in my goddamn bones.
By the time I finally sink my teeth into the curve of the other side of her neck, yet another claiming bite, deep and raw, she’s a limp, trembling wreck. Ford marks her other breast, groaning loud like a sinner finding salvation while fucking on an altar. Hayes follows, sinking his teeth into her other wrist, growling low as he seals it with his mouth. He can’t stop.
None of us can.
And still, when I pull out and she moans at the loss, I know we’re not done. Not really. Not until the heat burns out and she’s so wrecked we have to carry her to the shower because her legs won’t hold her.
I kiss her temple, tasting salt and tears and sex, and whisper against her hair, “You’re never running away from us again.”
And for the first time, she slowly shakes her head no.
Like maybe she doesn’twantto run anymore.
CHAPTER 33
Lo
Idon’t know what time it is. If I even asked, I don’t think any of us could answer. Hours? Days? It all melted together into one long blur of hands and mouths and voices dragging me under, over and over again, until the only thing I knew was them.
My pack.
And now, it’s quiet. Mostly, anyway.
