Page 117 of Taken By the Pack

Not until she’s completely wrecked.

Her release crashes over her, and Ash finally gives in to his own need, his eyes wild. Then he moves over her, caging her in, his voice a low growl. “Now, I mark you.”

Her breath stutters, eyes fluttering open, hazy with pleasure. But she nods.

She wants this. Wants him.

Ash doesn’t waste another second. He grips her thighs, positions himself, and then pushes forward.

A sharp gasp leaves her lips as he stretches her, filling her inch by inch, his jaw tight with restraint.

“Fuck,” Ash mutters, his forehead dropping to hers. “So perfect.”

I feel it then—the shift. The moment she stops just taking us and starts belonging to us. Completely.

Jake and I both move closer, our hands stroking over her skin, reminding her we’re here. That she’s safe. That this is exactly where she’s meant to be.

Ash groans, his movements slow but deep, each thrust drawing another broken sound from her lips. She’s burning up between us, her body arching, her fingers digging into his back.

And then his teeth graze her shoulder.

Her breath catches.

Ash’s voice is a rough whisper. “You ready, sweetheart?”

She nods, and that’s all he needs.

His teeth sink in.

She gasps, body jolting, the bond snapping into place with a rush of heat, something undeniable locking them together.

Ash groans, his grip tightening, his body tensing as he holds himself deep inside her.

Jake strokes a hand over her stomach, soothing. “Breathe, baby.”

I watch, heart pounding, as the connection between them solidifies.

She’s ours.

Our glorious Omega.

Grace is ours.

Ash finally pulls back, his chest heaving, his skin damp with sweat. He doesn’t move far, though. His hands are still on her, still gripping like he can’t quite let go. His lips brush against her temple, murmuring something low and soothing, though his own voice is rough, strained.

But the second he withdraws, her body jolts like she’s been shocked. A sharp inhale, her back arching, a strangled whimper caught in her throat.

I see it happen—the way her pupils dilate, her fingers tightening into fists against the sheets. Her body trembles, shudders, and then the scent of her heat flares again, hotter, thicker, almost suffocating.

She gasps. “Oh?—”

Jake and I both freeze.

Ash curses under his breath. “Shit.”

I don’t hesitate. My hand is already on her cheek, tilting her face toward me, my thumb tracing the flushed curve of her cheekbone.

Her skin burns, heat radiating from her in waves, her chest rising and falling too fast. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

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