Pack Obsession (Love Knot War #3)

Chapter 22

Chapter

Twenty-Two

NASH

T he garage door of our safe house where we told Axel to take Casey whispers shut behind us, sealing away the day. Logan slouches in the passenger seat, one hand pressed against the bandages beneath his shirt.

“Think any of Julian’s other associates will come sniffing around?”

“Let them try.” Logan groans. “Though I doubt it now that he’s gone.”

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, remembering the satisfying crack of the gunshots and the way Julian’s body crumpled. “Been dying to put that bastard down.”

“Worth every fucking second.” Logan’s jaw tightens as he shifts. “Though next time, I’d prefer not to get stabbed.”

“Drama queen. It barely nicked you.”

“Tell that to my side,” Logan mutters as I kill the engine.

“Stop being dramatic.” I eye the dark stain spreading beneath his shirt. “Though those stitches probably need checking later on.”

“We could’ve been here thirty minutes ago if you hadn’t insisted on that detour.” He shifts in his seat, jaw clenching.

“Right, because bleeding all over my car was a better option. The stop at the secondary safehouse was necessary.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.” But the tightness around his eyes tells a different story.

I snort. “At least the blade missed anything vital.” My fingers flex, remembering the careful work of stitching him up. “I’ll need to check those daily. Watch for infection.”

“Yes, doc.” His attempt at sarcasm is undermined by how carefully he opens the car door. “Didn’t know you cared so much.”

“I don’t,” I say sarcastically, then chuckle. Logan’s taken hits before, and he always bounces back. “Next time, try ducking.”

I’m out of the driver’s seat first, scanning the garage out of habit.

Logan pushes himself up slowly, one hand pressed against his side. “Think they made it back, okay?”

“Considering that’s definitely a stolen bike, I’d say yes.” I move around the car, past the black Ducati, ready to help if he needs it, though I know better than to offer. “Axel’s probably been playing house while we did the actual work.”

“Can you blame him?” A ghost of a smile crosses Logan’s face. “After everything...”

He doesn’t finish the thought. Doesn’t need to. We both know what Casey’s been through, what Julian put her through, and what it means that she’s finally safe.

A distinctly feminine cry echoes through the walls. We both freeze, then move toward the door in perfect sync, muscles tensed despite knowing exactly what kind of cry that was.

“Ten bucks says that’s not a scream of panic,” Logan mutters, but his hand still goes to his gun.

Another cry, closer this time. Logan straightens despite the pain, and I see the soldier in him emerge, the man who’s survived countless missions.

“Come on,” I say, heading for the door. “Let’s make sure they’re safe.”

We protect what’s ours. And somehow, Casey’s become exactly that. Ours to protect. Ours to cherish.

Water droplets trail across the hardwood floors like breadcrumbs, leading us past the living room, where the leather couch bears suspicious wet patches. The kitchen counter’s gotten the same treatment—several whiskey tumblers pushed aside to clear space.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, following the evidence of their path. “Doesn’t look like a fight to me but them going at it. They christened half the damn house.” A noise comes from upstairs, what sounds suspiciously like something—or someone—hitting a wall. “Should we...”

Logan snorts. “Like you wouldn’t have done the same.”

The sounds growing louder confirm our suspicions, drawing us upstairs. Her voice winds through me, stirring memories of how she felt and tasted. My hands flex with the need to touch her again.

I head toward the master bedroom door, but I can’t be too careless. The door swings open, and her essence fills the room—that mix of honey and rain that’s uniquely Casey. Then I inhale her sex, the strength of her slick, which calls to me. My balls tighten up, my cock throbbing.

“Holy shit,” Logan breathes behind me as we both stroll inside.

The California king bed looks like a war zone—sheets twisted and damp, pillows everywhere. And in the middle of it all is Casey, sprawled on her back, her white-blonde hair a wild tangle. Axel lies on his side next to her, his fingers inside her pussy, his mouth latched around a nipple. She startles at our entrance, cranking up her head, while Axel releases her breast, staring at us, still fingering her like a bastard. He’s teasing us, seeing we are in full view. Then he breaks into a smile that could power the whole fucking coast.

“You’re back!” She wriggles, pushing his hand from between her thighs before closing those beautiful legs I want wrapped around my neck. Her cheeks are blushing at being caught, but I’m enjoying every damn moment. Every glimpse of her nudity.

Her joy morphs instantly to concern as she spots Logan’s injury. She scrambles up, gloriously unselfconscious in her nudity. “You’re hurt!” She rushes to him, and we are all frozen, staring at her breasts bouncing, that perfect crease of her pussy calling to my tongue.

“Just a scratch,” Logan starts, but she’s already reaching for him, fingers ghosting over the bandages. Her body trembles, worry etched on her gorgeous face.

Axel rises from the bed, all coiled strength and smug satisfaction, his fucking cock hard. Shit, I don’t want to see that.

“Mission accomplished?”

“Completed,” I confirm, watching Casey’s reaction.

“Took your sweet time getting back here,” Axel drawls, wrapping an arm around Casey’s waist. She arches into his touch, a small whimper escaping her. Her breaths rising and falling draw my attention to her tight pink nipples and the way every movement has her tits jiggling.

“Unlike some people, we had actual cleanup to handle,” I shot back. “Though looks like you handled the hard part.”

Logan sways slightly, drawing Casey’s attention back to him.

“I need to sit,” he admits. “Just for a minute.”

He makes his way to the sitting area by the windows, where two black couches face each other. Casey follows, still pressed against Axel, her skin flushed and glowing. Every movement seems to spark another wave of need through her. I can tell it’s intense because she’s still naked and doesn’t seem to have noticed us gawking at her.

Logan sits with a groan while Axel claims Casey quickly, drawing her to the seat opposite and pulling her onto his lap.

“Greedy asshole,” I whisper to him, and he just chuckles. I stand by Logan’s side, resting against his armrest, mostly because I don’t want to look at his damn face but at the naked girl in the room. She fits against Axel like she was made to be there—her legs closed, his arm around her middle, the other stroking her arm. The sight blows up my blood pressure.

The power she has over us should be terrifying. Instead, it feels right.

“I need...” She swallows hard, fighting for focus. “I need to know what happened. With Julian.”

The temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Her fingers twist in her lap.

“Casey.” Logan leans forward despite his injury. “We don’t have to do this now.”

“Please.” The word breaks in the middle. “He told me... about my parents. That his family...” Her breath hitches, and Axel’s arms tighten around her as she struggles to continue. “All these years, I thought it was an accident. The car crash. But it wasn’t, was it? They were murdered because they wouldn’t sell their land to the Hayes family.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe. Beside me, Logan has gone deadly still.

She’s shaking now but pushes on. “I always knew something was wrong. The police report never made sense. The insurance investigation went nowhere. And then Julian just... laughed about it. Like it was nothing. Like they were nothing. He fucking knew about it all this time.” Tears spill down her cheeks.

Axel murmurs something too low to hear, pressing his lips to her temple. The gesture is achingly gentle for a man I’ve seen snap necks.

“He’s gone,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Put a bullet in him myself. Watched the light go out of his eyes.”

“Good.” The savagery in that single word matches the darkness in my own soul. Then she gasps, her body arching involuntarily. The heat she’s fighting seems to be flaring up, and I want a damn piece of it.

“Easy.” Axel’s hands bracket her hips as she writhes, her legs parting as she takes Axel’s hand and guides it between her thighs.

“I need your touch,” she mumbles.

Axel doesn’t miss a beat. His hand slides down to her pussy, his middle finger pressing between her folds, gliding so easily, the slick glinting in the light as he rubs her clit. She moans, arching back and throwing her head back over his shoulder. Her breasts push out, her breaths racing.

Fuck, my cock’s so hard watching her. I can see by that wicked smirk on Axel’s face that he’s teasing us as he pries open her lips, showing us that dusty pink hole that calls to us. She cries out, her hips bucking, and I’m about to fucking die.

Logan and I exchange looks. The sight of her like this—desperate, trusting, ours—ignites something primal. Something that demands we claim what belongs to us.

“All of you,” she pleads, no shame in her desperation. “I want all of you.”

“Think you can handle that?” Logan’s voice has dropped an octave, and he’s already on his feet.

She lifts her head and meets our gazes, then twists to look at Axel. Fire burns in her eyes, the same one constricting my balls with fucking desperation to fuck her—the need to possess and be possessed, to mark and claim and belong.

“Try me,” she whispers.

My breath catches as Casey shifts on Axel’s lap, bringing her heels up to rest on his knees and spreading her legs wider. The position is pure invitation—an Omega presenting to her Alphas. The sight captures me, imprisons me.

Her skin glows golden in the dim light, and the way she moves... Hell. The hunger radiating from her is intoxicating, the scent beautiful. Axel’s fingers play with that swollen clit, leaving her writhing, moaning, slick seeping from her hole. His expression is a mix of possession and pride.

Then her dark eyes find Logan, who’s barely breathing as he watches her. “You,” she says, her voice soft but full of heat. “I haven’t been fucked by you yet.” She bites her lower lip, a gesture that somehow manages to be both innocent and sinful. “Please... will you be mine?”

Logan’s sharp intake of breath echoes in the suddenly silent room. The legendary control of our team leader wavers visibly as Casey stretches, presenting herself more fully, her pussy spread so wide, I’m struggling not to fall to my knees before her and lap up her nectar.

“Sweetheart…” Logan’s voice has dropped to that dangerous register that promises all sorts of delicious things. “I’ve been yours since the moment we found you.”

She makes a small sound of need, reaching for him. “Yes, please.”

Axel’s growl of approval vibrates through the air as Logan moves toward the bed, his injury seemingly forgotten in the face of Casey’s invitation. Axel stands, his arms under her thighs, keeping her spread. The air grows thick with pheromones and promise. I can’t help myself and approach her.

“May I? I’m going to die if I don’t taste you.”

She laughs and mewls at the same time, which I take as yes. I lean down, my head between her legs, and my mouth is on her pussy, taking all of her, sucking, my tongue licking madly, as if I have to make this small moment feel like an eternity. She groans loudly, her hips rocking… She’s fucking beautiful.

When I come up for air, I lick my lips while she moans for more, her pussy dripping further with slick.

There’s no force on earth that could make us refuse her.

With Logan now naked, his cock hard as a damn pole, and lying on the bed, he reaches out a hand to her, fingers curling…

“Climb on top, sugar. I wish I could fuck you the way I want—tied up, spread, and us taking turns—but until my wound heals, I hope this sates you?”

She smiles, and as soon as Axel places her on the bed, she quickly climbs over Logan, straddling him, moving frantically as if she can’t get to him quick enough.

“You are perfect,” she says. “I want you so deep that I cry. Your knot to make me scream.”

“Then,” I add, stepping closer, “I’m going to join in and fuck that tight ass. And you can take Axel into your mouth, right, gorgeous?”

She shudders as she nods with excitement in her eyes that has me reaching down to stroke my cock over my pants.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Axel adds. “We’re going to rut you for days.”

She hums her yes, her attention back on Logan, her hands flat against his strong chest as she lowers herself onto his cock. I move to stand behind them because I need a full view of her taking him, of her pussy stretched, her ass crack wet and puckered rear hole ready for me.

“Prime viewing spot, Axel,” I murmur.

“Plenty of Casey to go around… eventually.” He wags his eyebrows as he joins me, both of us taking in the view as she slowly takes him deeper. Logan hisses while she groans loudly.

Perspiration beads and runs down her spine. She rocks against Logan, a low moan escaping her lips. It vibrates through me.

Logan’s fingers dig into her hips. “Sugar,” he says, his voice rough. “Easy. Stitches, remember?”

Casey just whimpers, her movements growing more frantic. The scent of arousal fills the room, and we move to the side, watching her go to town on Logan.

Axel groans. “Gods, she looks at him like he’s a god.”

“Yeah,” I agree, my voice strained. “Makes a guy want to be injured.”

Another whimper from Casey, high and desperate, as she clutches Logan’s shoulders.

“Think he’s milking it,” Axel whispers, amused.

“Maybe,” I concede, eyes locked on Casey. “But who could blame him?”

“Mmm,” she purrs, her eyes fixed on Logan. “So good.”

Logan groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Casey…” he breathes.

“Can’t…stop,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “Need…”

They are going at it, both sweating and crying out, lost in their own world. My cock is so hard, I might burst.

I step forward, my hand on Casey’s hip. “Let us in, baby.”

Her head snaps up, a flicker of awareness in her hazy eyes. “Nash…”

“We’re here, Casey,” Axel says softly, placing his hand on her back. “Let us help.”

She glances at Logan, who nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s okay,” he says. “Share the love. Or, uh, the attention. She’s… intense.”

Casey closes her eyes and nods. I slide my hand down her hip, tracing her thigh. Axel gets back on the bed on her opposite side, his hand gliding up her back and settling on her shoulder.

The contact is electric. I press my lips to her neck. She shivers. Axel presses his lips to her other shoulder. Her hips are moving up and down, her tits bouncing, breaths racing.

“Fuck,” Axel whispers. “She’s so hot.”

“Tell me about it,” I say, nipping her earlobe.

Casey moans, arching her back. “Both… of you,” she gasps. “So… good.”

Logan chuckles. “See? Intense.” He shifts beneath her. “Come on, then,” he invites, his voice rough. “Let’s show her how much she can take.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I strip, and in no time, I’m on the bed behind her, stroking her rear, my fingers running up her crack. She’s silky smooth and wet as I play with her puckered ass. She moans louder, leaning forward, hands on the bed so she’s in the doggy position, her ass high.

Axel is there, cock in hand at her side. “Take me into your sweet mouth,” he says tenderly. “We’re going to fill you now. Three cocks for our Omega.”

“You have no idea how much I want this,” she explains, as though she has to justify it to us. But she doesn’t.

“You’re so beautiful, taking us all,” Logan states. As she opens her mouth, Axel presses his dick into her mouth, and she greedily takes more and more. I use that moment to slip a finger into her, wanting.

Her moan is loud, her body trembling, but I work her open, wanting her muscles to relax. She’s sucking on Axel, her hips still working on Logan. Feeling her ring loosening, I pull my finger out and replace it with my cock.

“I’ll go slow at first,” I explain, my tip pushed into her tightness. Fuck, it’s constricting me already. “Deep breaths.”

After a few moments, I push in more, the slick from her pussy the perfect lubricant, and she has so much of it. Working all the way in, I hiss with a growl in my chest from the sensation of being squeezed. I can’t get enough. Then we start moving, matching their slow motions, finding our rhythm.

We move together.

Casey moans, breathing hard.

“Right here, sweetheart,” I murmur, pressing closer. “Filling you with three cocks.”

“Always here,” Axel adds, his voice thick.

I grip her ass. “You tell us if you want to stop by—” She makes a sudden sound of ‘no way,’ and I chuckle. “You heard her. She wants to be fucked.”

As the intensity builds, Casey’s cries escalate into groans of pleasure. Logan’s grip tightens on her hips, Axel’s thrusting into her mouth more forcefully, and I’m driving into her ass fast as she works so hard pumping onto Logan’s cock. She’s doing amazing.

Casey winces, then suddenly, her body shudders beneath us all. Her squeezing me… us… has me pushing faster, but I’m not close to finished, not close to bursting myself, but I’m holding back… I want more.

“Good girl,” Logan states. “You’re going to come three… four more times before we knot.”

“You’re doing incredible,” Axel says between growls of being sucked so hard.

“Milk us,” I snarl, struggling to think straight when Casey is my world, my life.

She arches, her body still trembling. Her cries echo around the room, yet she never lets go of Axel but pulls down on him. I fuck her as she rides Logan.

“Oh gods,” Axel whispers.

I can only nod, my own body thrumming with the shared energy. We continue to fuck her, to support her, as we claim her. The air is thick with the scent of our mating, a potent reminder of the bond that ties us together.

As she settles from her first orgasm, she moans with satisfaction, moving faster now with what I can only imagine is the pure, unadulterated bliss she feels, making it clear that this is only the beginning.