“Not much longer.”
I run my hands through his damp hair as he looks up at me.
“You’re a good Alpha, Mack,” I tell him, and his neck flushes.
He kisses up my leg, grabbing my hips as he kisses up my exposed flesh before reaching my ear.
“You make it easy,” he whispers before his lips come crashing down on mine.
It flips a switch of desire and want that I can’t turn off. His peppermint scent wraps around me like a caress and my mind is back at the task at hand. I want my Alphas so bad; I need them to show me in a physical form that I’m theirs and that they’re mine.
I want to forget about the box, and live completely in a blissful moment of being worshiped.
Mack helps me stand, and it’s clumsy and fun as he kisses me and his hand slides under the towel cupping my pussy.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he says against my lips, making me moan with need.
His tongue dominates mine as we kiss. He nips and licks my lips as he backs me out of the bathroom, his fingers teasing my clit.
“Don’t be greedy,” Cole complains, which has me smiling against Mack’s mouth.
“Are you feeling left out?” I ask him with a pout as Mack kisses my throat and grips my waist with possessive hands.
I glance down at where Cole is stroking himself.
“Very left out,” he says, and I roll my eyes playfully as I drag Mack over toward the bed.
“I wouldn’t want that.”
“No, you can’t show favoritism,” Cole complains.
“You’re all my favorite.”
“Remind me,” he says, and I bite my lip and crawl between his legs, licking a stripe from his knot over to the weeping tip.
I glance up at him from under my lashes and smile. “Do you feel like my favorite now?” I ask, licking the tip of his dick as Mack grips my hips from behind. His cock presses against my ass as I rest on my elbows, playing with Cole’s hard length.
“Yeah, I feel pretty fuckin’ special,” Cole says, and before I can even laugh, Mack’s grip on my ass tightens as he presses himself deep inside of me.
I moan, falling over slightly, resting my face on Cole’s thigh as Mack’s knot presses against my entrance.
His massive hand glides down my spine, massaging my neck as his slow languid thrusts have me panting for more. Cole’s hand cups my chin as he fists his dick, pressing the head against my lips. God, he looks so fucking good, his chest covered in the right dusting of hair, his chorded muscles straining as he grips himself.
“Get it nice and wet, sweetheart,” he says, and I do just that.
There’s no finesse in how I lick and suck him down, it’s all I can do while Mack fucks me from behind. He isn’t fucking me hard or fast, which has me teetering on the edge, and I have the wild idea to beg for my release, which I promptly shut down.
I don’t have to beg when it comes to this pack. They always give me what I need.
I gag on Cole’s length, which has him grunting in pleasure and pulling himself out between my lips.
“You still want to feel full, Shy?”
“Please,” I reply, and he grins.
I whine when Mack slides out of me, but knowing more pleasure is in my future, I promptly shut my needy Omega mouth. Cole situates me on his lap, gliding his cock between my pussy lips, covering him in slick before he presses inside of me.
He captures my lips with his as he bends his legs and ruts me from below.
