Page 86 of Pack End Game

The moment all three of them are playing with me at once, another orgasm tears through my body. I tremble uncontrollably as my core tightens and stars explode behind my eyes.

My heart feels just as full as my pussy and mouth.

Freddie jerks his cock out of my mouth and sucks in a sharp inhale. "Don't wanna waste my cum before I get a turn with our omega's pretty pussy," he mumbles as he scrambles to get away from me like I'm in any danger of seducing him back into my mouth if he stays too close.

Guess he forgot I'm a little... tied up, at the moment.

I'm also incredibly exhausted. My body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and all of my muscles are already sore. I don't know how I manage to keep from passing out, to be completely honest.

I can tell Zak is nearing his own finish line.

"Next time, I'm going to take your ass, baby girl. Would you like that?" Zak asks as he grips my thighs while taking me with increasingly faster thrusts.

I nod wildly despite the exhaustion. "Yes, Daddy," I murmur.

"That's right, baby." He reaches between our bodies to thrum my clit and groans as he tells the others, "Her clit is pulsing."

Spencer's rumble of approval vibrates against my right breast as he lowers his mouth to suck and nibble at my peaked nipple. My left breast gets just as much attention, his hand alternating between massaging me and teasing the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

My back arches against the dining table.

Zak groans my name as he stills, his grip tightening on my legs. I can feel the warmth of him spilling his cum deep inside me, his cum mixing with Spencer's.

I barely feel coherent as Zak gently pulls out. "Fuck," he mutters, his breathing shallow. He plops down on the table beside my hip and tries to catch his breath.

"Can you handle one more, Mia?" Spencer asks quietly.

I squint to focus my eyes as he kneels down beside me, his thumb brushing my lip as he stares at me with pure adoration. Even if I didn't think I could handle any more, there's no way I would ask them to stop now.

In a hoarse voice, I call out to Freddie, "What are you waiting for, beta? Don't you know I have a need for seed?"

As I hoped, my words make him bark out a laugh. His whole body shakes with his laughter as he takes his position between my legs just like the alphas did. He dips his fingers inside of me, playing in the mess the alphas left behind, until his laughter subsides to a soft chuckle.

"Time to plant this garden," Freddie announces proudly, pulling his fingers out of me to replace them with his cock. A long moan accompanies the feel of him sliding into my pussy, the combination of cum and my own slick giving him an easy entry.

I'm basically his own personal Slip 'N Slide, and he seems to love it.

After effectively being edged by the alphas going first, Freddie's motions are far more erratic and frantic as he takes me. I'm lucky that the ropes hold me in place because otherwise, I could see him fucking me off the edge of the table.

The same boundless energy that makes him such a beloved mascot is also present in his sexual appetite. He has an endless amount of enthusiasm, and he doesn't seem to care one bit that I only have enough energy left to barely be along for the ride.

No matter how my body feels–tired, wet, and trembling–my heart is so full. Sex with the pack is everything I thought it would be and more.

All of the emotional buildup works me toward yet another orgasm.

When I tense, my pussy squeezes around Freddie's cock with a tight grip, and he lets out a long moan. "That feels so good, my little leafy green. I'm gonna..." He trails off with another moan.

And then he comes, fulfilling my dream of having all three of them.

Making all of us feel like one, even though I haven't actually been marked by the pack yet.

The aftermath leaves me feeling like a mess of a puddle on top of the table. My whole body continues to tremble lightly from the effort of my orgasms. I've never been so thoroughly used in my life.

Everyone has to take a moment to breathe, bathing in the afterglow of what we shared.

A few minutes pass in silence before Zak asks, "How do you feel, baby girl?" and brushes sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead before he bends down to untie my arms.

"Sleepy," I murmur as my vision begins to blur. I almost feel like I'm spinning as my eyelids grow heavy, my blinks becoming increasingly sluggish. Someone unties my legs, and I'm vaguely aware that my legs swing gently as I'm freed.