Page 115 of Taken By the Pack

I see it in the way her breath stutters, the way her pupils are blown wide, the way she reaches for me without hesitation.

She’s ready.

And she’s mine.

Jake moves back, his lips brushing her temple before he settles beside her, his fingers stroking her thigh even as he makes room for me.

Ash stays close too, pressing light kisses along her shoulder, his hand firm against her waist. We surround her, a wall of heat and want, a force she can’t escape.

Not that she’d want to.

I frame her face between my hands, tilting her chin so she has to look at me. Her lips are parted, her breath shallow, and she’s already arching into me before I even touch her properly. I drag my thumb over her lower lip, feeling the soft swell.

Her tongue flicks out, grazing my skin.

I swear under my breath.

“You’re dangerous like this,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers, teasing, waiting for her to shatter.

She doesn’t answer—not with words. Instead, she surges forward, pressing her mouth to mine, a kiss that’s more of a plea than anything else.

I meet her need with my own, my fingers sliding down her body, over every curve, and the mark that proves she’s already been claimed once tonight.

But she’s not done.

Neither am I.

Her nails scrape lightly against my shoulders as I press her down into the mattress. My lips trail over her jaw, her neck, down to where Jake’s mark stands out against her flushed skin. My chest tightens at the sight, a possessive hunger clawing at my ribs.

I wantminethere too.

She shifts beneath me, desperate, restless, her body instinctively responding, chasing more.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her throat, pressing a lingering kiss to the spot where my mark will go. “Let me take care of you.”

A soft sound escapes her lips, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and she turns her head, giving me more access.

She trusts me.

That knowledge sends a sharp rush of heat through me. I roll my shoulders, steadying myself as I spread her thighs wider, as my body presses against hers, as I position myself exactly where she needs me most.

Ash’s fingers tangle in her hair, his voice low. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

Jake strokes a hand down her side, his touch gentle. “You’re okay.”

Sheisokay. More than that—she’sperfect.

And then I push forward, and she shatters.

Her body tightens, her back arching off the bed, her lips parting on a ragged moan. Her nails dig into my shoulders, holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping her anchored.

I press my forehead against hers, my breath uneven.

“That’s it,” I rasp, gripping her waist, holding her steady as I push deeper, as I claim her inch by inch. I bite her shoulder, feeling my knot swelling bigger than it ever has, locking her to me, claiming her as my own.

I feel her stretch around me, feel the way she pulses, clenching, taking all of me.

And then something changes.

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