Page 114 of Taken By the Pack

The moment his mouth finds me, heat shatters through my body, pleasure coiling low in my stomach. I cry out, grasping at the sheets, but Ash is there, his lips finding mine, swallowing my moans.

Jake strokes my cheek, his gaze heated. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers before trailing kisses down my jaw, my neck, over the spot where his mark will go.

The thought sends another wave of heat crashing over me. I want this—I want to be theirs.

And as Jake moves over me, pressing inside of me, his name falls from my lips, my body arching, stretching, taking all of him.

He moves with purpose, slow but deep, his hand gripping my hip to keep me steady. I clutch at his shoulders, holding on as he claims me, as the pleasure builds, spiraling higher and higher.

Rowan strokes my hair, watching with hooded eyes. “When he knots you, it’ll be intense,” he warns, his voice strained.

Jake groans, his body tensing, his grip tightening. “Almost there, sweetheart.”

And then it happens—his knot swells, locking us together, sealing the bond. A rush of warmth spreads through me, deeper than pleasure. Jake’s teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder, marking me, claiming me, and the bond snaps into place with a surge of undeniable rightness.

My body trembles from the aftershocks, my mind hazy with pleasure and something more—something permanent. Jake presses soft kisses over the fresh mark, his breath warm against my skin.

Ash and Rowan exchange a look, their hunger barely restrained.

Jake grins lazily. “One down.”

And I know the night is far from over.

The bond thrums between us, pulsing like a second heartbeat. I’m barely aware of anything but Jake—his warmth, his breath against my skin, the way his body remains locked with mine, anchoring me in this moment.

Every slight movement sends another ripple of sensation through me, keeping me on the edge, strung tight.

Rowan strokes a hand down my arm, his touch grounding me. “How does it feel?” His voice is thick, edged with need.

I try to answer, but all I manage is a soft whimper, my body still thrumming from the aftermath. The knot holds us together, unyielding, a reminder that I belong to him now in a way that can’t be undone.

Jake chuckles, low and satisfied, brushing a kiss against my temple. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “She’s perfect.”

Ash moves beside me, his fingers grazing my heated skin, his lips pressing against my shoulder. “Your scent’s changing,” he breathes, the words tinged with something almost reverent.

I don’t have time to process what that means before another wave of sensation rolls through me. My body clenches involuntarily, as if it already knows what’s coming, as if it’swaitingfor the next claim.

Jake groans. “Damn, she’s already reacting.” His fingers tighten on my waist, a mix of possession and restraint. “Almost there, sweetheart. Just a little longer.”

Minutes stretch, every second charged. The three of them are close, their energy wrapping around me, their hunger pressing in, thick and intoxicating.

I canfeelit—this unspoken connection, this need for more.

Finally, the knot begins to ease. Jake exhales, his grip loosening just enough to shift, to press one last kiss to my shoulder before he pulls away.

The loss is immediate, sharp, but it lasts only a second before Rowan is there, his hand curling around my jaw, tilting my face to meet his.

His eyes are dark, burning. “My turn.”

A shiver runs through me—anticipation, need, and again, something deeper. My breath stutters, my body already primed, already desperate.

And then he kisses me, and the world falls away.

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ROWAN

She’s still trembling when I touch her. My hands slide over her flushed skin, heated from Jake’s claiming bite, her body still recovering, stillneeding.

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