Page 54 of Taken By the Pack

“No shit,” Jake mutters.

They start talking—about how rare this is, about what the hell they’re supposed to do next—but I can’t focus. My body is screaming for relief, every inch of me burning.

I squeeze my eyes shut, then snap, “Figure it out later. One of you had better help me. Now.”

A heavy silence. Then?—

“Oh. Right.” Rowan clears his throat, stepping forward.

Jake runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Take her to the back,” he says, already moving to lock the door.

Rowan hauls me up, his grip strong. I lean into him as he guides me to the back of Haven’s Nook, where the scent of flowers lingers thick in the air. The space is cozy—wooden shelves filled with vases and supplies, a few chairs pushed against the wall, a small couch.

I barely register any of it. My focus is on the way Rowan’s fingers tighten around my waist, the way his touch sends heat sparking under my skin.

He steadies me in front of him, his hands settling on my hips.

“Grace,” he murmurs, searching my face.

“Rowan.” My breath comes quick. “Please.”

His jaw tics. Then he reaches for the buttons of my jumpsuit, popping them open one by one. His fingers trail down my stomach, making me shudder.

Jake steps behind me, his warmth pressing close. “This isn’t safe with all the Alphas in town,” he mutters.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “I swear to God, if one of you doesn’t?—”

Jake chuckles, low and rough. “So demanding.”

Rowan pushes the fabric off my shoulders, letting it slide down my arms, pooling at my feet. I stand there in just my bra and panties—pink, lace-trimmed, barely there.

Rowan’s knuckles graze my stomach. A sharp gasp leaves me.

His voice is a low growl. “I can smell how bad you need this.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“Ready?” Rowan asks, voice gravelly.

I nod, swallowing hard.

His hands find my waist, pulling me between his legs as he sits back against the chair. One hand trails lower, slipping past the lace. He groans.

Jake curses behind me. “So wet.”

I gasp as he slides a palm over my stomach, then higher, pushing my bra down. His fingers brush over my breasts, teasing, his lips ghosting against my shoulder.

A shiver rolls through me as Rowan watches, steely gray eyes dark, his breath uneven.

“You good?” I start to ask, but my words are cut off as his fingers stroke lower, sliding over my folds, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.

All my thoughts scatter. My knees weaken. I lean into Jake as Rowan unravels me completely.

Heat licks up my spine, pooling low in my stomach, pulsing, insistent. My breath is uneven, body burning. There’s slick between my thighs.

Rowan’s thumb brushes over my clit as two of his fingers slide into me. I gasp.

He curls his fingers, pulling them out and then thrusting them even deeper. Jake pinches my nipples.

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