Page 66 of Taken By the Pack

JAKE

Grace is flushed, her lips parted, eyes glazed over with need. She reaches for me, practically climbing up my body, her hands desperate as they grip my shoulders.

“Where’s your room, sweetheart?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her temple.

She barely manages to lift her hand, pointing in the direction of the hallway.

Rowan is already moving, arms wrapping around her, pulling her against his chest.

“I’ve got her,” he says, voice deep and steady, but I catch the tension in his jaw and the way his grip tightens around her.

I watch as he carries her off, her fingers curling into his shirt, body pliant against him. My own restraint is hanging by a thread.

The ache, the fucking pulse of need is unbearable.

My hand drops to my waistband, undoing the button, sliding inside. Just enough to cup myself, to relieve the pressure, but it’s not nearly enough.

I follow them into her bedroom, the low light casting shadows over the walls.

Rowan is already sitting on the edge of the bed, Grace straddling his lap, her hands in his hair as he coaxes a moan from her lips.

“So needy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Tell us what you want, Omega.”

She gasps, shuddering in his arms. “I need you. Both of you.”

I step forward, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “We know, sweetheart. We know you ache. We can help.”

“Knot me.”

Both Rowan and I freeze.

Her voice is wrecked, desperate, her thighs clenching tight around Rowan’s. He kisses the corner of her mouth, his grip firm on her waist.

“You sure?” His voice is low, rough.

She nods quickly. “I can’t—” Her breath catches. “I need it.”

I exhale, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’ve got piercings, sweetheart. For your first time, I think Rowan should start.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

Rowan’s already undressing her, his hands moving over her soft skin, his lips murmuring reassurance against her shoulder. She shivers—not from cold, but from anticipation.

“Will it hurt?” she asks, voice barely above a breath.

Rowan cups her face, kissing her softly. “Never. We’d never hurt you.”

She’s shaking, thighs trembling as he lays her back against the pillows. I kneel beside her, trailing my fingers down her arm, grounding her.

Rowan moves lower, his hands parting her legs as he kisses his way down, slow and deliberate.

Grace’s breath stutters, her body arching. She’s already soaked, already wrecked, and we’ve barely touched her.

Her hands fly to Rowan’s hair, pulling, gasping as he works her open. Her moans are breathless, her hips rolling up to meet his mouth.

“Rowan!” she cries out, back arching off the bed.

He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze dark. “Come for me, Omega.”

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