Page 45 of Taken By the Pack

His breath hitches. Then he groans, low and wrecked, and his mouth crashes against mine.

This time, neither of us hold back.

He smells fresh, like pine and clean soap, but underneath I pick up something warmer. Something thicker. Something purely him.

My whole body is burning, pulsing, aching. His tongue slides against mine, and I swear I could drown in the taste of him.

Somewhere in the haze, I realize he’s lifting me, carrying me.

“Bed,” he growls.

I whimper, pressing closer, heat licking at every nerve as he strides down the hall. The second we hit the mattress, his hands are on me, roaming, mapping, tearing down every logical thought I had left.

This is wrong. I’m taking advantage of him.

Everyone in town knows Jake has a bit of a crush on me. But right now? Right now, all I can think is… Alpha.

I need him.

My trembling hands go for the button of his jeans. He curses, catching my wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside of it.

“Please,” I whisper.

Jake exhales sharply, his fingers tracing my pulse. “I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”

“Jake.” It’s a plea, breathless and raw.

His jaw tightens, but then his hands are on me, pulling my dress over my head. I’m left in nothing but my bra and thin cotton panties.

One of his thick fingers presses against the damp fabric.

Jake groans.

The scent of my arousal thickens the air, and I swear I hear him breathe it in. I tug his shirt over his head, desperate for more skin, more warmth. But when I reach for his jeans again, he grips my wrists, pinning them at my back.

The motion pushes my chest forward, and he smirks before sucking one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra.

I gasp, writhing, grinding against his thigh, searching for friction, anything, everything.

His lips move up, kissing my neck, licking over my scent gland, then crashing back to my mouth.

“Do what you have to,” he murmurs and releases my arms.

I fist my hands in his hair, rolling my hips harder, faster, chasing the fire. I can’t stop. I don’t want to. The pleasure builds, climbing, twisting, until?—

Everything shatters.

My whole body goes tense, a sharp cry breaking from my lips. When I finally come down, my breath stuttering, there’s a wet spot on his jeans.

Jake lets out a short laugh. “Shit.”

I groan, pressing my face into his neck, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Don’t look at me.”

“Oh, I’m looking.” He grins, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I swallow hard. “Did you come…?”

He raises a brow. “In my pants like a fucking pup.”

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