Page 170 of The Rust in Her Hair

It immediately coils back up mean and greedy, and there's a hollow ache where Owen is softening inside me, an empty place his beta cock can't reach.

I need to be split open, stretched around a knot until it locks and holds, threatening to tear me in two. I whimper and roll my hips but it isn't enough, it isn't anywhere close.

I turn my head and reach for the first alpha I see. "Mack."

Owen pulls out from between my legs before I finish the word, sliding to the side and giving his alpha the room. And Mack is there in the same breath, that huge body crowding into the nest, settling over me and blocking out the light.

He looks down at where I'm spread open and dripping with Owen's release, and a growl rolls up out of his chest, low and dark and pleased. He drags two thick fingers through the mess of me and pushes it all back inside with a filthy wet sound, and his green eyes flick up and lock on mine.

"Look at that pretty mess." His voice rumbles through me. "You ready for me?"

I can't answer him with words, so I just spread wider.

Mack notches the fat head of his cock against me and pushes, and God, he's huge. So thick the stretch of him wipes every thought out of my head. My whole body bows up off the nest. My spine arches and my mouth falls open on a cry with no sound in it while he works himself into me, one brutal inch at a time, not stopping until he's seated all the way.

It's so much. It's nearly too much. And it still isn't enough.

Even full of Mack, even split wide around him, my heat wants all of them. It wants every man in this room inside me. All at once.

I turn my head and find Nico and Adrian, standing at the edge of the nest. They’re both quiet and still, watching, working their own cocks while they wait their turn.

Mack pulls back and drives in and it punches the word out of me.

"Please!" I reach for Nico. "Please, I need you, both of you, come here."

And they both move.

The mattress dips on either side of my head, and the space floods with the scent of my whole pack at once, leather and pine and whiskey and sage, and it soothes something frantic in me even while my need climbs higher.

Adrian brings his cock to my lips and I strain up to meet him, mouth already open, then I moan around the salt-heavy weight of him. On my other side, Nico strokes the sweat-damp hair off my face and bends close to my ear.

"Look at you," he growls against my temple. "Cum-hungry and stuffed full and still begging for more. So wet, and pretty. So good for your pack."

Then Nico does something that rolls my eyes back. He bends and drags his tongue up the length of Adrian's cock where it slides between my lips, tasting Adrian and me at the same time, while Mack fucks the breath clean out of me from below.

My pussy begins to tighten once again as I suck, desperate to taste my alpha’s cum.

Mack's rhythm goes ragged. His fingers dig into my thighs and I feel him swelling thicker. The base of him starts to catch at my entrance every time he pulls back. Yes.

That's it. That's what I need. The knot. Give me that knot.

But then Mack slaps the inside of my thigh, sharp, and pulls all the way out.

The loss of him rips a furious scream out of me.

I come up off the nest snarling, Adrian's cock falling from my mouth, my whole body shaking with rage and need.

Mack was right there.

He was about to give it to me, and he took it away. I want to claw his handsome face off. I want his knot and his teeth and his cum, and I want it now!

"Easy now, little omega." Mack reaches down and drags his thumb through the mess of slick and cum between my legs, and when he speaks his voice comes out low and rough. "Not yet, baby." He pushes his thumb back into me and I clench around it and whine. "I want to watch you take Nico and Adrian first. I wanna see this pretty pussy stuffed full of your alphas before I give you mine."

It's the filthiest thing I've ever heard, and it makes me clench harder, but underneath the fever something snags at me. His hand isn't quite steady against my thigh. And when I tip my head back and bare my throat for him without thinking, his eyes drop to it and then cut away, off to the side, like he doesn’t trust himself to look.

His jaw goes tight.

My heat burns through me, stealing my ability to figure out why he’s acting like this. Why doesn't he want to mark me?