Page 37 of Taken By the Pack

My brain is already working through the possibilities. Grinding on one another? Oral? His fingers? How the fuck did he get her through it without fucking her?

I shift again, adjusting the blanket over my lap.

When I don’t respond, she asks, “You ever been with someone in heat?”

A memory flickers—me, a girl I barely knew, a cabin out in the woods, the scent of her all-consuming.

“Yeah,” I say, voice rougher than I meant it to be. “Once.”

She doesn’t say anything, but I know she’s waiting for me to continue.

“It was a hook-up. Nothing serious,” I say. “We had to sequester in this cabin. Spent the whole damn time fucking.”

Grace makes a sound, something between a hum and a sharp inhale.

“She was so far gone by the time I got her inside,” I say, my mind slipping back. “Desperate as hell, couldn’t stop touching me, rubbing against me. Needed it bad.”

There’s another pause, but this one is heavier. Charged.

“And you helped her,” she says quietly.

“Yeah.” I swallow. My skin feels too hot, and not just from the memory.

“Bet it was intense,” she murmurs.

My jaw clenches. My dick is already at half-mast just thinking about it.

“Yeah. Heat’s no joke,” I say. “Everything’s sharper. Tighter. Feels like you’re on fire, like nothing’s enough.”

Grace makes another small noise, and fuck, I shouldn’t be imagining her like that. I shouldn’t be thinking about what she’d sound like, what she’d look like if I were the one helping her through her heat.

But I am.

I close my eyes. Jesus.

“Sounds…” she trails off.

“What?” I push, my voice low.

She exhales. “Hot.”

My stomach clenches. So does my dick.

“Well, if you ever find yourself needing help again?—”

“Jake.” Her voice is sharp, but there’s laughter in it.

I grin, shifting again, trying to find a position that doesn’t make me want to groan.

“Just saying,” I murmur.

She’s quiet for a second, then says, “I should let you sleep.”

Right. Sleep. Like that’s happening.

“But I was thinking,” she continues, “maybe I could make you breakfast. As a thank you. For everything.”

I smirk. “You trying to bribe me with food, Grace?”

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