Page 91 of Pack End Game

As I grab a bottle of water before heading back toward the nest, I allow myself a small smile at the thought of tying her up and feeding her by hand.

Zak and Freddie took Mia for a bath while I handled the snack run.

I set the tray down on the small table by the bed, adjusting the plate's edge so it doesn’t tip. Once I’m sure that’s good, I get to work changing the sheets. I’m careful, only changing the top sheet and mattress cover, a job that has to be done, or we’ll be sleeping in puddles soon. I make sure all of the comfort items are exactly as she left them.

For now, I toss the used linens into the hamper I already placed outside the door, then grab everyone a fresh set of clothing just in case. Thankfully, Trevor was able to pick up clothes for us and dropped them off a few hours ago.

We should have prepared better before bringing Mia home. We wanted to surprise her about the rezoning, but we could have found some other way to get her to pack a bag. An oversight in the midst of her excitement.

Given Mia’s current state, I’d say we have another full day, maybe even two, of her heat before she cools down. So while I’m doubtful any of us will be fully dressed anytime soon, I still want to make sure everyone has what they need to be comfortable.

While I’m at it, I grab the damn sloth claws Freddie snuck in and hide them in a nearby storage closet. They’re the last thing I want to look at while I’m knot-deep in our omega.

Once that’s taken care of, I return to the nest again, prepared to see my omega snuggled back in bed, having a snack.

But the bed is empty.

Heading for the bathroom right across the hall, I hear giggling even before I reach the door. There’s the unmistakable sound of the shower running, which I didn’t think much of before. I assumed one of the guys hopped in to rinse off while the other took care of Mia’s bath.

They were given specific instructions on how to care for our omega. Such a simple request. Completely straightforward. No room for error, or so I thought.

I should have known better.

I pause outside the bathroom door, hand braced against the frame, listening. A giggle, a muffled groan, and definitely the shower going.

Sounds like my instructions to give her a break and a bath aren’t being followed at all. I’m willing to bet she hasn’t made it to the bathtub or been cleaned up at all.

It’s not Mia’s fault, so I don’t blame my sweet omega at all. She’s just chasing the needs of her instincts.

The other two, though, promised to coax her into taking a bath to clean up and help with soreness. Her heat might help her body adjust to its cravings, like being knotted constantly, but the rest of her muscles will hurt after all the different positions we’ve had her in.

And we have had her in all the positions.

Still, I’m sure one small whine from the omega would have both men aborting their mission instantly to please her. They’re weak. I can’t pretend I wouldn’t be as well. Not when her scent wraps around me, holding me in a vice-grip.

Pushing the door open, steam rolls out warm and thick. The mirror is fogged over, proving my assumption that they never even made it to the bath.

Then, I see them.

Technically, I guess they did clean up somewhat, because they’re standing partially under the spray of the shower.

Mia’s head is tipped back while she giggles. The sound is light in a way that makes something in my chest tighten. Then she moans, and that makes me want to squeeze my fist around my knot to ease the growing tension of my hardening cock.

Freddie is exactly where I should have expected him to be, his head between Mia’s legs, with one of her thighs draped over his shoulder.

Zak is behind her, the back of her body pressed against his front. One arm wrapped around her waist, stabilizing her on the shower tile, and the other stretched across her chest so he can wrap his hand perfectly around her neck. Just the right amount of tension in his forearm to confirm he’s holding her firmly, but not actually cutting off her air supply.

As I watch, he uses his grip on her neck to urge her to turn her head, capturing her mouth with his. The alpha swallows her moans of pleasure as Freddie eats her pussy to take her to the brink of orgasm–and then right over the edge.

Our beta continues to lick her until her thighs are shaking. Only then does he stand, grabbing Mia around the waist and lifting her until she wraps her legs around his waist. He enters her easily, taking advantage of the slick mess his feasting has left behind. He fucks her gently, taking care, but with the same possession I feel.

Zak leans out of the shower for something on a nearby shelf. I recognize the label on the bottle of clear liquid.

Lube.

So, Freddie managed to sneak in Simon’s claws, and Zak thought to get some lube. How the hell did they do that?

I probably don’t want to know.