Page 64 of Taken By the Pack

Her scent is everywhere. It’s messing with my head, making me want things I shouldn’t.

She lets out a little noise, something close to a whimper, and buries her face in my neck.

I grip her waist, holding her still. “Sweetheart, where are they?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Soon.”

She shifts again, pressing closer, her lips grazing my skin.

I groan, gripping her tighter. “How often does this happen?” I ask, desperate to distract myself.

She doesn’t answer.

Instead, her teeth scrape my throat, right over my pulse.

Fuck.

My hand fists in the fabric of her blouse and she straddles my lap, rocking against me, seeking friction, seeking anything to ease the ache.

I shouldn’t let her. But I do.

She moves, and I grip her hips, keeping her steady.

She’s burning up, and so am I. If she asked, I’d give her anything. Claimed or not.

Her pheromones are too strong, her need too sharp. I breathe through my nose, keeping myself still.

This isn’t for me.

It’s for her. I just have to hold on.

Grace’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she moves in my lap, her body pressing flush against mine.

Her hands are everywhere—gripping my shoulders, sliding under my shirt, pressing against my stomach. And fuck, I should stop this.

“We shouldn’t,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing over her shoulder.

She whimpers, grinding down harder. “Please.”

My hands tighten around her waist. The way she’s moving, the way she’s begging—it’s got me unraveling fast.

Every inch of me is screaming to give in. Just once. Just?—

The door swings open with a sharp thud.

Grace doesn’t even notice. She’s too lost in it, her head thrown back, chasing that last bit of pleasure. But I do.

Jake and Rowan storm in like they own the fucking place, and when their eyes lock onto Grace—onto their precious Omega, in my lap—it’s over.

I go rigid. She doesn’t.

“Grace,” I say, my voice rough.

“Fuck,” she breathes, still rolling her hips.

Jake growls, low and dangerous. Rowan’s nose flares, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He takes a step forward like he’s about to rip me apart.

“Let her finish,” Jake says, voice dark, unreadable.

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