Page 48 of Taken By the Pack

She nods, biting her lip. That tiny movement shoots straight to my dick.

“Okay,” I say, standing up.

I hook my thumbs into my boxers, dragging them down. My cock juts out, thick, half-hard already. Her gaze drops, her breath catching as she takes me in—every inch of me. But it’s the metal that really gets her.

Her fingers twitch, like she wants to touch but isn’t sure if she should.

I smirk. “Go on.”

Hesitant at first, she reaches out, fingertips ghosting over the smooth steel running through my shaft. I hiss, muscles clenching.

Her eyes flick up to mine. “Did it hurt?”

I exhale sharply. “Nah. Not really. Just makes me more sensitive.”

Her lips part slightly, her touch a little firmer now as she traces the piercing. It’s the lightest pressure, but it sends a shockwave straight to my spine.

“Can I…” She hesitates, biting her lip again. “Can I touch them?”

I nod, jaw tight. “Yeah.”

Her fingers move with more confidence, dragging along the ridges of the metal, feeling where flesh meets steel. My cock jerks slightly in response, and she startles, eyes widening.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, inhaling through my nose.

She stills. “Did that hurt?”

I shake my head. “No. It just—” I exhale sharply. “It’s a lot.”

Her brows draw together like she’s trying to process that. “If I—if we—” She swallows hard. “Would it hurt?”

My stomach tightens. I know what she’s asking, but she looks like she wants to backtrack the second the words leave her mouth.

Before she can, I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“When I fuck you,” I murmur, voice low, “you’ll like it.”

Her lips part slightly. “You’re sure?”

I smirk. “Piercings like these? They’re made to feel good. For both of us.” I pause, letting my thumb trace the curve of her jaw. “You know how good it feels when your G-spot’s stroked?”

She gives a tiny nod.

“This makes it better. Way better. They would feel so good inside you.”

She swallows hard. “Interesting.”

I blink. “What?”

She pulls back slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear, suddenly looking anywhere but at me. “I—I’m a virgin.”

The words knock the breath from my lungs. My smirk disappears. My whole body tenses.

“What?” My voice is rougher now, lower.

She shifts on the bed, avoiding my gaze. “I’ve been on suppressants for so long. I never really needed an Alpha.”

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. How the hell did I not know this?

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