Page 128 of Taken By the Pack

But my focus is locked on Grace.

She tilts her head up, looking at me with that wicked little smile that makes my stomach tighten. “Relax, Jake.”

I exhale sharply, running a hand over my jaw. “Not sure that’s possible right now.”

She hums, dragging her hands down my torso like she’s savoring the way I tense under her touch. Her fingers brush the waistband of my jeans, teasing.

Ash chuckles from the couch, completely unbothered. “Told you he needed it.”

Grace just smiles up at me, all mischief and promise. “Relax, Jake,” she repeats.

And damn if I don’t try.

Her fingers brush carefully over my belt, like she wants me to feel every second of this. Like she’s savoring the way my breath hitches, the way my muscles tense under her touch.

She works me open with a patience that’s almost teasing, unbuttoning my jeans, dragging down the zipper—each movement precise, each one making the heat coil tighter inside me.

I let out a rough exhale, my hands clenching at my sides. “You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

Her lips curl in that wicked little smile, the one that always drives me nuts. “Not quite.”

She takes her time, her nails scraping lightly over my hips as she drags my jeans lower, just enough to free me. My head tips back, a groan slipping out when she wraps her fingers around me, her grip soft but sure.

“Jesus,” I rasp, my hand burying in her hair on instinct.

She doesn’t rush. She watches me as she strokes, her eyes dark with intent, her lips parted like she’s already imagining how I’ll taste. When she finally leans in, her breath warm against my skin, I swear my knees almost give out.

Ash, the bastard, chuckles. “Think we found a way to deal with the stress.”

“Shut up,” I bite out, my fingers tightening in Grace’s hair.

She just hums, her mouth brushing over me, her tongue flicking out, teasing. I swear, she’s got me unraveling with just the barest touches, like she knows exactly how to push me to the edge without letting me fall.

Rowan mutters something under his breath from the kitchen. I don’t catch it. Don’t care. The only thing I can focus on is Grace—the heat of her mouth, the way she takes me in slow and deep, her hands pressing against my thighs to keep me steady.

I groan, my head tipping back, my grip in her hair guiding her, not forcing—just holding on. Because if I don’t, I might lose my damn mind.

She works me like she’s got all the time in the world, her tongue teasing, her lips tightening around me, every flick and stroke sending heat spiraling through my body. My breathing turns ragged, my thighs tensing under her touch.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I grit out, my voice raw. “You keep that up, and?—”

She hums, the vibration shooting straight through me, and I don’t stand a chance. My body locks up, pleasure slamming into me so hard I have to brace my free hand against the back of the couch to stay standing.

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away—just takes everything I give her, her hands still stroking, coaxing, until I’m left shaking in the aftermath.

Then she pulls back slowly, lips swollen, eyes bright with satisfaction. “Feeling better?”

I let out a breathless laugh, tugging her up and kissing her deep, tasting myself on her tongue. “You have no idea.”

Behind us, Ash claps a hand over his face, groaning. “I take it back. This is worse than the stress.”

Rowan just grumbles, “I need another drink.”

Grace grins against my lips. “Told you I could help.”

Damn right, she did.

And I’d let her do it again in a heartbeat.

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