Page 85 of The Pack's Knotty Runaway
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Luna
Consciousness comes back in pieces.
The first piece is motion. I’m being carried. The second piece is smell, radiating off the chest I’m pressed against. Bram.
The third piece is the heat.
And I mean it literally. A rolling boil starts behind my navel and radiates outward until my skin feels too tight to hold it in. My omega is screaming, thrashing around the inside of my skull, demanding the thing we just lost.
“I’ve got her,” Bram says. His voice rumbles through my ribs.
“Bed’s ready,” another voice says. Ash. Sharp, controlled. But the cedar and chocolate in the air are spiked, frantic.
“Here.” Reed. Woodsmoke and musk.
I open my eyes. We’re in a big room I’ve never seen. The heavy curtains are pulled against the sun. Ash stands by the foot of the bed, chest heaving. Reed is at the side, pulling back the heavy quilt. Both of them are looking at me, and their irises are swallowed by black.
Bram sets me down in the center of the mattress. The moment his hands leave my skin, my body arches off the sheets. A whine rips out of my throat, loud and desperate.
Empty,my omega shrieks.Fix it.
“God, she’s burning up,” Reed says, a hand hovering over my stomach.
“Heat spike,” Bram says. He sounds wrecked. “I pulled out and she just... went under.”
Ash steps in. His hand is cool against my forehead. “Sweetheart. Can you hear me?”
Focus.I drag my eyes to his. “Yes.” The word scrapes out of my dry throat.
“How do you want us?” Ash asks. “Tell us.”
Knot,my omega supplies.Now, babe.
“Knot,” I gasp. I reach blindly until my fingers tangle in Ash’s shirt.
Reed is already moving, shucking his shirt over his head. Bram steps back, his chest rising and falling fast.
“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart,” Reed murmurs. He drops his jeans, and the sheer size of him makes my breath hitch. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over my thighs.
“Wait,” I choke out.
Reed freezes. “Too fast?”
“No.” I look at Ash, then at Bram. My omega is a greedy, feral thing, and right now, she doesn’t want just one. She wants the whole pack. She wants to be so overwhelmed by sensation that the panic doesn’t have room to breathe. “I need all of you.”
Ash’s jaw flexes. Bram takes a sharp breath.
I swallow. “Reed,” I gasp, my vision blurring. “I need you inside me right now. Knot me.” I turn my head toward Ash, who is still standing by the pillows. “And Ash. Give me your cock. Bram, please watch us.”
Silence drops over the room. Heavy. Charged.
“I need the noise gone,” I whisper, staring at the ceiling. “Drown him out. Overwhelm me until I can’t hear anything else.”
Ash’s eyes go dark. He steps out of his clothes in two fluid motions, revealing a thick, heavy length of cock, pre-cum already gleaming at the tip. He gets onto the bed near my head.
“Open,” Ash says, soft yet absolute.
