Page 67 of Taken By the Pack

She does, shuddering, falling apart in his arms.

He gathers her close, stroking her hair. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs.

Her eyes are wild, lips parted, her canines flashing as she pants through the aftershocks.

“Yes,” she moans.

Rowan shifts, his own restraint slipping as he undresses. His cock is thick, flushed, the need evident in the way he breathes, in the tension coiled in his muscles.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks.

She hesitates. “No.”

Rowan chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. “Then let’s get you ready.”

His fingers slide between her thighs again, stroking, teasing, rubbing until she’s whimpering, her hands clutching at the sheets.

Then he moves over her, positioning himself, pressing forward inch by inch until her breath catches.

I reach for her, cupping her jaw, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

She exhales shakily, body trembling.

Rowan groans, his grip tight on her waist as he pushes deeper, filling her completely.

Her whimper breaks into a moan, her hands clutching at my arms.

“That’s it,” Rowan murmurs, rolling his hips. “You take me so well.”

She gasps, her body tightening around him, her nails digging into my skin as she spirals higher.

“I thought…” she says with some wonder in her voice. “I thought it would… hurt.”

“This part,” Rowan says, his voice rough, “this part shouldn’t, but the knot might at first. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

“I need more,” she keens, pressing into him harder, lifting her hips. It’s all I can do not to come right away just watching her joined with him, looking at her seeking more, demanding his knot.

It’s sexy as hell.

“I’m so close,” she moans, her head falling back, her body lifting as the first waves of pleasure wash over her.

“I’m going to knot you, baby,” Rowan tells her, his voice rough as he tries to hold back, tries to spare her. His breath shudders, his hips snapping forward as his knot takes hold, locking them together.

She cries out, her eyes flying open in surprise for a moment. I hate the dismay in her gaze at the sharp twist of pain.

“It’s only like this the first time,” I soothe her, my fingers stroking her hair, my lips against her temple.

“There you go,” Rowan says gently to her as her body starts to relax around him. “Better?”

She nods, her expression smoothing out, the worry fading away. “Please,” she murmurs. “Please make me come.”

She lifts her hips again, wanting, and Rowan growls as he starts to move deeply within her.

The movements are small, all being locked inside her will allow, but she’s screaming like they are giving her more pleasure than anything else she’s ever experienced.

“Oh my god!” she gasps. “Oh, Rowan!”

“Come for me, baby,” he orders her, and as if she’s trained to orgasm on command, she shatters around his cock, crying out his name and whimpering, washing him with her slick.

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