Page 56 of Pack End Game

“Oh, so he snooped through my apartment for practical reasons?” I can feel a laugh bubbling up from the back of my throat.

“Let’s wrap this up,” Freddie suggests, and claps his hands together to steal the attention. “Who really cares if Zak snooped through your closet and I found all the sex toys in your nightstand? Let’s get back to that original question you asked.”

Oh.

Right.

That.

Heat creeps up my neck, but I lift my chin anyway, refusing to back down now that I’ve brought it up. “I asked a very reasonable question.”

“‘Reasonable,’” Freddie echoes with a manic grin. “I agree completely.”

That should be a sign to question how reasonable my question was after all, but I’m happy to accept the backup anyway.

Spencer leans down to brush his lips against mine. He moves his hand to my collarbone and then slides his touch around to the back of my neck. “Our omega is feeling needy, aren’t you?”

I can’t even nod with his grip on my nape, so instead I let out a whine.

“And we need to make sure she gets what she needs,” Zak says, joining Spencer at the bedside. He holds a scarf in each hand.

Before I can respond, Spencer kisses me again, deeper this time, like he’s devouring my taste. I’m so consumed by the kiss that I barely register him moving me easily across the bed.

When we part, I realize he’s moved me against the headboard.

“Let me help make you more comfortable.” Freddie walks on his knees across the bed to me and tugs my top off as I lift my arms to help him. He moves toward the waistband of my pants until Spencer’s words cause him to stop.

“Not tonight, beta,” Spencer says. “You know what to do.”

The alpha’s tone isn’t a bark, which holds a biological power to make those submissive to him comply almost instantly. Instead, there’s a powerful quality that seems to speak directly to the beta’s brain, lulling him into a different kind of obedience.

Freddie strips off his own shirt and pants, leaving only his briefs on, before he situates himself against the headboard right beside me.

His usual chaos gremlin demeanor slips away, and in its place, an eager man ready to please his alpha. The usual Freddie twinkle in his eye still remains, though, reassuring me that he could still be ready to stir shit up at a moment’s notice.

“We agreed we’re not taking things all the way until everything is just right,” Zak explains as he hands the dark purple scarf to Spencer. There’s the same dominant air to him that I experienced in my office. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t explore other avenues of pleasure.”

Freddie grins, wiggling even closer until his skin brushes mine. “Very mature compromise, gentlemen. No notes from me.”

Spencer rounds the bed to Freddie’s side and makes quick work of tying the beta’s hands. His movements are swift and rough, but Freddie seems more than comfortable, letting his wrists be restrained tightly in front of him.

Zak’s attention stays on me as he dangles the lavender scarf in front of me, letting my gaze latch on as he closes in until the material grazes my face. He gently explores my skin with the scarf, teasing me with the light sensation of being stroked by silk.

He moves the scarf around my neck and then down my arm.

His eyes search mine. Looking for permission to continue.

Zak and Spencer might be the alphas in control of our pleasure, but never without our consent.

I nod with a soft smile, reassuring him to continue.

He goes to work, wrapping my wrists together with practiced ease. When the knot is snug, there’s a ghost of a smile on his face while he admires his own work. The knot is so neat that I’m incredibly impressed. This isn’t the sloppy work of a hobbyist.

Zak is obviously a true rigger, the kind of man who loves to bring rope into the bedroom and practices the craft with reverence.

Now this is my idea of kinky fun.

“Comfortable?” Zak asks.