Page 40 of Return to the Pack

“You won’t love anyone else?”

“Never,” he says, rubbing his nose gently back and forth against mine. “Or fuck them.”

My heart swells hearing this. “And I only need y’all to keep me happy.”

“Good.” He gives his hips another push, sending me soaring with pleasure. “Because if another guy tries to touch you, we’ll tear his head off and hang it outside the house as a warning to anyone else who gets any ideas.”

For a long beat, we stay silent as I picture that, and my heart swells with warmth at his protectiveness.

I reach down, sliding my hand along his hard length. “What do I need to do for this wedding?” I ask.

“You need to go shopping,” he murmurs.

“What for?” I say, tugging my skirt up so he’s resting against my underwear.

“Because you need to look pretty for this here wedding,” Callan says with a grin, winding my lilac hair around his fingers. “Not that you don’t look pretty all the time.”

I bat my eyelashes at him, taking his cock into my hand and guiding it to my pussy. “What do I need to look pretty?”

“Oh, girl things. I don’t know.” Callan groans and strains to get his thick cock inside me when I pull my panties aside. His girth finally breaches my entrance and sinks into me. “The devil in hell, but you’re tight,” he breathes. “Your cunt smells so good I want to eat it and fuck it at the same time.”

He pumps into me slow and sweet, and when I look up, Warrick and Axel have stopped playing and come to watch. I can see a pronounced ridge in both their jeans, and my walls clench around Callan with desire. He grunts and thrusts into me harder, gripping my ass so I won’t slide across the ground as his hips slam into mine. I lean up on my elbows to watch what they’re seeing—me holding aside my panties as his big, slick cock plunges deep into my shaved pussy with each pass.

The sight makes me come almost immediately, and Callan finishes up a minute later. Then he straightens my clothes and climbs to his feet, pulling me with him.

“I think it’s my turn now,” Axel says.

“I noticed them going at it first,” Warrick argues.

“Oh, boy,” I say. “This again.”

“Get Warrick to take you shopping,” Callan says with a wink, heading for the house.

“Good idea,” I say, turning to the other men. “You and Axel need some time away from one another, or you’ll start fighting again.”

Axel and Warrick glance at each other.

“Would you take me shopping today?” I ask, placing my palms on his chest.

“Nah,” he says, backing toward the house. He pulls me with him as he lowers into the edge of the porch, lifting me onto his knee. “Let’s stay here and do other things.”

“She does need new clothes for the wedding,” Axel says. “It’s in a few days.”

“Then a definite no to that idea,” Warrick says. “I can’t pick a wedding dress. Take Axel, baby girl. Better yet, send Axel to pick it out for you, and we can head to the bedroom.” He gently squeezes my breasts, rolling the nipples with his fingers through my t-shirt. “I want to feel that sweet cunt milking my cock like it did Callan’s.”

I wiggle my rump against the erection forming in his pants.

“Nope, not me,” Axel says, striding up the steps. “I’ve got pack business to attend to this afternoon.”

“Need your Second in Command to be with you?” Warrick says, eyeing my mouth.

“Not this time,” Axel says. “I have to help put out some domestic squabbles.”

“Fuck,” Warrick says, turning and calling into the house. “What about you, Callan? You’re better than me with girly shit.”

“Nope,” Callan says. “I’ve got to go buy some parts for my bike.”

“You can buy parts and then get whatever shit Luna needs,” Warrick says, massaging my breasts until I want to take him up on his idea to stay here and fuck.