Page 80 of Puck Your Charity

"Susan explained the laws to me today." I look at the four of them. "If compatible, scent-matched Alphas give me a permanent bonding mark, my scent profile changes. Unbonded Alphas won't ever smell my heat again. The hospital liability disappears, and they can rehire me."

The room stays quiet, the weight of my words settling over the bed.

"But I don't want the marks just to appease an HR department or get my badge back." I look at Finn, then Lawrence, then Victor, and back to Malcolm. "I want them because I love you. All of you. I want to belong to this pack forever. I want the world to know I'm yours."

Silence stretches across the master suite.

Finn lets out a ragged, uneven breath. His dark eyes shine with intense, overwhelming emotion. Lawrence drops his confident smirk, his expression turning reverent and awestruck. Victor presses his forehead against the back of my neck, his broad shoulders trembling. Malcolm squeezes my hand, a deep, vibrating growl rumbling in his chest.

"We love you, Olive." Malcolm speaks for the pack, his voice thick with devotion. "We want nothing more than to claim you."

The last lingering doubt in my mind evaporates. Total surrender washes over me.

Finn reaches for the hem of my white tank top and pulls it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. He unbuttons my denimjeans, sliding them down my legs and taking my slick-soaked underwear with them. I lie naked in the center of the nest, my skin flushed a deep, feverish red.

The guys shed their clothes in a frantic rush. Shirts, jeans, and boxer briefs hit the carpet.

Four towering, muscular men surround me. Their thick cocks stand at rigid attention, leaking pre-come from the heads. The distinct, engorged knots at the base of their shafts swell in response to my sweet scent.

I want to taste them. I want to touch every inch of them.

I sit up on my knees in the center of the nest. I reach out and grab Malcolm and Lawrence. I wrap my right hand around Malcolm's thick shaft. His golden skin feels hot and smooth. I pump my fist up and down his length, smearing his slick pre-come over his sensitive tip.

Malcolm groans, his hips bucking forward into my grip.

I lean toward Lawrence. I take his thick, dark cock into my mouth. I slide my lips down his shaft, taking him deep. He tastes salty.

"Fuck, sweetheart." Lawrence twists his hands into the blankets, his knees buckling a fraction.

I suck him with an unyielding rhythm, swirling my tongue over the sensitive ridge of his cock while my right hand continues to stroke Malcolm.

Finn settles his face between my spread thighs. He presses his mouth against my dripping pussy, his tongue diving straight into my wetness. I gasp around Lawrence's cock. Finn delivers long, devastating strokes over my swollen clit. He drinks my slick with greedy, starving groans.

Victor kneels next to me. He watches the three of us with dark eyes. He strokes his own cock, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip.

I pull my mouth off Lawrence, leaving his shaft shining with my spit. I turn toward Victor. I reach out and trace his hard abdominal muscles. I replace his hand with mine, wrapping my fingers around his pale, thick length. I stroke him fast and hard. I lean forward and suck his balls into my mouth, teasing the sensitive skin with my tongue.

Victor throws his head back, a fierce snarl tearing from his throat.

The overload of sensations pushes my mind to the brink. Finn eats me out with a relentless, starving focus. His tongue hits a spot deep inside my wet core that makes my thighs tremble. The intense pleasure builds in my gut, coiling tight and hot.

"I need you inside me." I release Victor and Malcolm, falling back against the mountain of plush pillows. "Mark me. Claim me."

I pull myself up into a sitting position in the center of the nest. My chest heaves with ragged breaths. My core drips with sweet, hot slick, soaking the practice jerseys woven into the blankets.

Finn moves first. He sits back against the padded headboard and pulls me by the hips. "Straddle me."

I climb over his thick thighs and settle over his lap, facing him.

Lawrence kneels on the mattress right behind me. "We need to get you ready for two of us."

He leans close. His warm breath ghosts over my backside. He dips his fingers into the excess slick dripping from my pussy. He coats my tight back ring with the wetness. His hot tongue follows his hand, tracing the sensitive pucker.

A loud gasp tears from my throat.

Lawrence eats my ass with a starving focus. He swirls his tongue deep, relaxing the tight muscle. He slides one thick finger inside, stretching me wide, and then adds a second. He pumps his fingers in a steady rhythm. The intense pressure mixes with the burning need in my front.

"She feels ready." Lawrence pulls his hand back and swaps places with Malcolm.