Page 81 of Taken By the Pack

Ash doesn’t stop until I break apart, body shaking.

I barely have time to catch my breath before Jake grins and leans in. “Think I can do better.”

I laugh, breathless. “That a challenge?”

Jake smirks. “You tell me.”

The night blurs into touches, kisses, laughter, and more tequila. It’s easy, natural, like we’ve been doing this forever.

It’s not until I wake up at 5 a.m., body burning, that I remember where I am.

The room is dimly lit, the air thick with warmth and the scent of tequila and something darker, something mine. I wake up, hazy but not confused, body already thrumming, skin hot, desperate for relief.

I’m in heat again.

But this time, I don’t panic.

Jake’s beside me, shirtless, the sheets tangled around his waist. His breathing is deep, steady. I shift, pressing into his warmth, my lips at his jaw as I whisper, “Jake.”

He stirs, letting out a lazy grunt before his arm tightens around me, pulling me in. “Mm?”

I slide a leg over his hip, pressing closer. “I need you.”

His eyes open, sharp green cutting through the haze of sleep. Then understanding dawns, his gaze darkening, his hand sliding up my back. “Yeah?”

I nod, rolling my hips against him, chasing friction. His fingers press in, grip firm, grounding. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs.

“I know,” I breathe. “Help me.”

He shifts, rolling me beneath him, mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s slow at first, teasing, his lips tracing mine before his tongue sweeps in, stealing my breath.

His weight settles, heavy and perfect, and I arch into it, needing more, needing everything.

He pulls back just enough to smirk down at me. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my nails digging into his back, urging him on.

His lips trail down my throat, his breath warm against my skin. His hands slide over my body, savoring me. But I’m burning, desperate, and I whimper when he takes his time.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth lower.

I gasp as he kisses down my stomach, teasing, tasting, leaving me gasping and writhing beneath him.

His name falls from my lips, breathless and pleading, and I hear movement from across the room.

Ash shifts, his voice thick with sleep. “You two starting without us?”

Jake grins against my skin, looking up at me with mischief in his eyes. “What do you think?”

My cheeks flush, but there’s no shame, just heat, just need. I glance over to see Rowan watching, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Figures,” he mutters.

But then Ash is moving closer, his fingers skimming my wrist, a silent question in his touch. “Want some help?”

I nod, and that’s all the invitation they need.

Jake kisses me again, rougher now, fingers threading through my hair as Ash’s lips find my shoulder, and Rowan’s grip slides over my waist.

It’s too much, yet not enough. My breaths come quicker, the teasing unbearable, and I grab at Jake’s shoulders, needing him closer, needing more.

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