“Do you want your pack to fill you up?” he asks, and I nod my head in agreement.
That’s what they do.
One after another, Cillian, Lorcán, and Declan take me on the swing. Finn watches in frustration, not a single word leaving his lips as he watches our pack fill me up. It’s nearly too much, each of them making me come before filling me up. But as soon as Declan finishes—his lips pressed against my throat as he grips the chains—I think it’s time to let my prisoner make amends.
“You okay?” Declan confirms with a whisper.
If I was in heat, this would be nothing. But I am a little tender, not sore enough to stop my plans though.
“Yeah, I’m good. Can you help me down?”
My Beta grabs me by the waist and helps me to my feet. I approach Finn with a ridiculous amount of fluids dripping from my body.
“Did you like being kidnapped?” I ask Finn, trying to be assertive. But it’s all a farce. I want him just as badly as I want the others.
He shakes his head, his gaze wandering to the apex of my thighs.
I unbuckle his belt and remove his cock from his pants.
“Do you want to fuck me with your pack’s cum inside of me?” I ask him, and he nods his head.
I straddle his lap, lining his shaft with my entrance and taking him all the way past his knot. I just sit on him, not moving.
“Are you sorry for kidnapping me?” I ask, still not moving.
“No,” he grates out, and I grab his chin, searching his eyes.
“I’m sorry about how I treated you, not that I did it.”
I sigh, typical fucking Finn, yet I love him for it all the same.
“You want me?” I ask.
“More than anything.”
“You want us all to be a pack?”
He nods his head, and I consider letting his hands-free, but I don’t, at least not yet.
“We’re a pack, you’re our Omega, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much you mean to me,” he vows in rushed breaths.
So I ride him, gripping his shoulders and bouncing on his cock. The splattering of my slick and pack’s cum is obscene with each thrust. I’m nearly spent and oversensitive, but when I shift down, and his knot swells inside of me, I lose it.
I rest my face against the column of his throat as I come and fall apart on top of him.
Finn moans and nuzzles his face against me while we’re locked together. There’s a short, blissful moment of peace until Finn speaks.
“Are one of you assholes going to untie me?”
Declan looks over at me, and I nod my head. He takes a knife to the rope. Finn shoves his leg, making Declan laugh. But Finn grabs my face, staring into my eyes.
“Did you get your kidnapping fantasy out of your system?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he replies, kissing me passionately.
It might be unconventional, fucked up, or strange. But it’s like all the previous tension and resentment washes away, and all that’s left is us and my amazing pack—well, almost.
