Page 113 of Taken By the Pack

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Is it that surprising?”

Rowan lets out a short chuckle before his hands find my hips, pulling me into a slow, deep kiss.

I press a palm against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart against my fingertips. “I’ll have to see Dr. Avery tomorrow,” I add. “To see about coming off my birth control, but for tonight…” I trail off, my meaning clear.

Rowan exhales, shaking his head with a small smile. Instead of heating the food, he slides it into the fridge. “That can wait.” He turns to face me fully, his expression unreadable. “How much do you actually know about marking?”

I hesitate. “Not much.”

Jake sighs, rubbing his temple. “Then we need to explain it first.”

They guide me to the couch, and I end up in Ash’s lap, his arms looping around me like it’s second nature. I lean into him, my body fitting against his perfectly, and a sudden thought strikes me.

When am I ever not on one of them?

Rowan crouches in front of me, hands bracketing my knees. “Marking isn’t just a bite, Grace. It’s permanent. It bonds us.”

Jake’s fingers skim up my arm. “You’re talking about taking three mating bonds, all at once.” His thumb brushes the sensitive skin of my wrist. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

I don’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

Silence falls between us. A weighty, electric kind of silence.

The men exchange glances, something unspoken passing between them.

Finally, Ash exhales, pressing a lingering kiss to my shoulder. “Jake, grab some water,” he says. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

The moment we step into Jake’s bedroom, my body hums with anticipation, my skin already burning from their heated gazes.

Jake runs a hand down my arm, his touch light but deliberate. “Last chance, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “If you want to stop, we’ll respect that.”

Rowan stands beside him, his jaw tight, his amber eyes dark with hunger. “No pressure,” he adds, but his voice is hoarse, his need barely contained.

Ash watches me closely, the silent protector, the one who sees through me even when I try to hide.

But there’s no hesitation in me now. I meet their eyes, one by one, before reaching out, cupping Rowan’s hardening length through his jeans.

“I’m ready.”

My voice is firm, steady, even as my heart pounds.

“I want this. I want you.”

The shift is immediate. A growl rumbles from deep within Rowan’s chest, and Jake grips my chin, tilting my head up before crushing his lips against mine.

Ash’s hands slide down my waist, fingers digging in possessively. Their energy surrounds me, an intoxicating mix of power and hunger.

I barely register them peeling away my clothes, hands exploring, stroking, igniting. I’m not even sure whose touch is whose, and I don’t care. All I know is that I am being consumed, worshipped.

They lower me onto the bed, my skin flushed, my breath shallow.

Ash’s voice is rough. “Who’s first?”

Rowan steps back, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shake off the tension. “Jake.” His voice is tight. “I want Jake to start.”

Jake grins, a little cocky, a lot hungry. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

His hands trail down my body, teasing, exploring, as Rowan shifts lower, spreading my thighs with his strong hands.

---