Page 59 of Packing for Vacation

I love it. And I need it so bad.

They make good on their promise. A knot in my cunt. Cum down my throat and deep in my pussy, filling me, filling me everywhere.

I come, again and again, savouring every last drop.

“Stay just like that for me, yeah, that’s it,” my alpha speaks, manoeuvring me so that I’m kneeling with my legs spread. “Fucking hell, sweet, you’re too good.” I let out a moan as teeth nip gently at my ass, slick and cum dripping from my pussy. His fingers slip inside me, fucking me wetly, and I’m already so close, but they disappear abruptly, leaving me wanting.

“It’s okay,” he croons when I whine, sliding his head underneath me. His hands settle on my hips, applying pressure so that I sit⁠—

Face sitting. No!

The panic I feel when I recognise what Scott is trying to orchestrate is enough to pull me back to lucidity, and I whine in distress.

“No?”

“I’m too heavy.”

Scott’s expression shifts from shock to denial—mouthing No silently—to incredulous anger, his brows drawn down. “They didn’t tell you that, did they?”

We all know who they are. I don’t answer. I don’t have to.

“Hey, hey, hey. No,” Scott says, his hands moving over my ass, settling me. “Those fucking cunts were wrong. Please, sweet, sit down. Properly.”

“You won’t⁠—”

“I will. I can. It’s a sex move, not fuckin’ rocket science, and I can tell you now, I’ve had girls much bigger than you sit and nothing but good times were had.”

A jealous growl rips out of me, my omega full of rage at the thought of anyone outside of our pack being anywhere near him right now.

“Yeah, that’s right, get mad. Now come on, be a good girl and sit. Don’t make me bark it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he agrees, “but I need you to listen to the words coming out of my mouth. Those men were objectively wrong. If it’s that you don’t like this position, that’s fine, tell me. If you’re worried about your weight, those guys can get fucked. But not like that. Fucked in the way that I hope their dicks all shrivel up and fall off and they never get laid again.”

I snort-laugh and Scott makes the most of the moment to scoot further, his face now directly underneath my pussy, his arms wrapping around my thighs.

“Do you have a problem with me taking matters into my own hands?” he asks.

“No,” I tell him, and let him pull me down, his moan of pleasure enough to send me back into that floating headspace of wants and needs.

“We were going to save this for your Christmas present, but I think we should use it now.”

“It’s Christmas Eve, anyway, babe. You want it?”

“Yes,” I breathe, staring at the butt plug in Matiu’s hand. “You said it vibrates?”

Scott holds up a small black piece of plastic that could easily be mistaken for a key fob. “Remote controlled.”

I moan at the thought, cursing under my breath when Matiu inserts the toy into my pussy, working it in and out quickly while bending his head to suck at my clit. He makes me come within seconds, his quiet laugh feathering over my skin while I clench around the plug.

“That was quick.”

“It’s the novelty of it,” I say once I can speak again. “Even if you did use it on the wrong hole.”

“I had to get it lubed up somehow.”

He’s gentle as he inserts it in my ass, working slowly as if I haven’t taken both him and Scott repeatedly in there over the past two days. Once it’s fully seated Scott switches it on.