Page 55 of Taken By the Pack

I am overstimulated and overwhelmed by their hands on me.

“Good girl,” Rowan groans. “Soak my hand just like that.”

I moan. Jake slides his mouth over my neck, finding my pulse point and sucking.

I am so close I can almost taste it.

“Right there,” I moan, my hands digging into Jake’s thighs. Rowan looks up at me, smirks, and pulls his fingers out. Then, in one quick motion, he pushes them in to the hilt.

I convulse, clenching around him as I come. But the release is short-lived, barely quenching my heat as I ride his fingers.

“More, more,” I beg and plead as his thumb brushes over my clit.

When he pulls out his fingers, Jake slides his tongue into my mouth.I need more.

The high of my orgasm is already evaporating.

It’s not enough. Not even close.

Rowan pulls back suddenly, chest rising and falling, fingers flexing at his sides. “I—” He swallows. “I can’t. I’m too wound up.”

Jake steps in immediately, hand sliding down my arm. “I’ve got her.”

He leads me to the couch, nudging me to sit before kneeling between my legs. The anticipation is unbearable.

A sharp tug and my panties are gone.

Then Jake is there, mouth hot, tongue wicked, working me open.

I arch, gasping, hands fisting in his hair.

Rowan sits beside me, thighs spread wide, watching. His scent thickens, unmistakable, his arousal potent. My gaze drops to his lap, to the obvious strain beneath his jeans.

I meet his eyes. “Take it out.”

Rowan hesitates, then unzips, freeing himself. He’s thick, flushed, leaking. My breath stutters.

He takes my hand, guiding it to him, and together, we stroke.

Jake growls against me. “Fuck. You just got wetter.”

I whimper, overwhelmed, undone, body shaking.

The room is filled with the slick sounds of Jake’s mouth, of Rowan’s rough breaths.

Then Jake pinches my clit, and the world tilts.

I break apart, shattering, and as I do, Rowan yanks me into him, crushing his mouth to mine for the first time. It’s wild, consuming. I melt, moaning into him.

Still, it’s not enough.

Jake stands, lips glossy, jaw clenched. “Your turn,” he tells Rowan.

Rowan’s pupils blow wide.

They switch.

Jake pulls me into his lap, hands roaming as he kisses me, deep and messy.

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