Page 116 of Taken By the Pack

Heat flares between us—something wild, somethingmore.

Jake curses under his breath. “Shit.”

Ash’s grip tightens. “She’s going into heat.”

The words barely register before I feel it. The sudden, overwhelming need that surges through her, through all of us.

Her body tightens even more, her breath quickens, her nails dig into my skin, and I know—this isn’t just pleasure.

It’sinstinct.

Primal. All-consuming.

I growl low in my throat, forcing myself to move slow, to hold her still even as her body begs for more.

“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her lips. “We’ve got you. Let my knot relax, and then it’s Ash’s turn.”

Jake strokes her hair, his touch soothing even as his eyes burn with heat. The minutes while my knot holds her locked to me feel like years.

Ash kisses her shoulder. “We won’t stop until you have everything you need.”

She lets out a broken sound, her body arching, her thighs trembling. She’s spiraling, and I know—I know—she needs more. I press a slow kiss against my mark, my voice low. “One more to go.”

Ash chuckles, his voice rough with restraint. “Think she can handle it?”

She doesn’t answer—not with words. But the way she looks at us, the way she reaches for Ash, says everything.

And I know the night is far from over.

Her arousal has become sharper now.

Ash steps forward, rolling his shoulders, his eyes locked on her like he’s barely holding himself back. His control is razor-thin, his hunger a living thing, curling in the space between us.

Jake smirks, voice rough. “She’s all yours.”

Ash kneels between her legs, sliding his palms up her thighs, spreading her open like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. His touch is patient. Calculated. A slow burn instead of wildfire.

I watch as he lowers his head, his mouth brushing over her inner thigh, teasing, tasting. Her breath hitches, fingers gripping the sheets, anticipation making her tremble.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Ash murmurs against her skin as he rises over her. I look at his lean form, the way he’s draped over her. There’s something perfect about all of this…something that’s bigger than any single one of us.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, and then he buries himself between her legs.

Her body jolts, back arching, and she releases a sharp gasp. My fingers curl into fists at my sides, the sight of her unraveling enough to make my control snap. But I hold back. This is Ash’s moment.

His hands grip her thighs, holding her open as he takes his time, exploring, devouring. She’s all soft sounds and helpless whimpers, her body shifting under him, desperate for more.

Jake exhales sharply beside me. “Damn.”

Yeah. Damn.

Ash is meticulous, his tongue stroking, teasing, pushing her higher. He growls against her skin, his grip tightening, like he’s savoring every last drop of her.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, “You smell so good, sweetheart. Better than I ever imagined.”

Her fingers dive into his hair, tugging, urging him closer, and he gives her exactly what she wants.

I watch, lust tightening in my gut, as Ash works her over with slow, ruthless precision. She’s coming apart, legs trembling, body arching, her lips parting on a broken cry. But he doesn’t stop. Not yet.

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