Page 106 of Taken By the Pack

“I’ll do it,” she repeats, “but I’ll keep you all updated.”

Jake sighs but steps in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Make sure you do.”

Grace smiles, stepping back. “I need to get dressed.”

I exhale. “Me too.”

I head inside, stripping the sweater off my back as I go. The guilt is still there, still clawing at me, even as I turn the water on and step into the shower. The heat scalds my skin, but it doesn’t wash away the tightness in my chest.

By the time I’m done, I’ve forced it down enough to dress—slacks, a sweater vest, something that screams sophistication. Something that reminds them I was raised in their world, even if I don’t belong in it anymore.

Then I go next door.

I step inside, ready to tell Grace we need to leave, but the second I see her, every thought in my head vanishes.

She stands there in a deep red dress, one that clings to every curve, one that makes my throat dry.

Rowan swears under his breath.

Jake just mutters, “Wow.”

Grace grabs her purse, about to step forward, when Rowan stops her with a single word.

“Wait.”

She blinks. “What?”

Rowan folds his arms. “If you’re going anywhere near Liam, you’re going scented.”

I should have seen this coming.

Jake grins. “He’s right.”

Grace exhales, but she doesn’t protest.

Then Jake moves first, stepping into her space, his hands sliding over her hips as his lips press against her neck.

He kisses, licks, nips—claiming her skin with his scent, with his touch. Rowan joins in, his mouth at her pulse point, his hands gripping her waist.

Her breath hitches. Then she moans.

It’s a soft, desperate sound.

Jake drags his teeth over her throat, and her head tilts back, her fingers curling into Rowan’s shirt. She’s gasping, eyes darker, body pliant between them.

Then she swallows hard, voice breathy. “You two had better stop.”

Rowan smirks. “Why?”

She shivers. “Because if you don’t, we’re never leaving.”

Jake chuckles, pressing one last kiss to her jaw. “Fair point.”

She takes a steadying breath, then looks at me. “What about you?”

I smirk. “I’ll do that in the car.”

Rowan rolls his eyes, but Grace just shakes her head, amused.

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