Page 97 of Taken By the Pack

She moans, squeezing just right with her thumb sliding over the thick head of my cock, and I shudder, pressing my forehead against hers, fighting to breathe.

“Mine,” she murmurs.

Possessive. Unyielding.

Something in my chest snaps.

I bite down on her throat, hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasps, her entire body arching into me. My Alpha groans in satisfaction, primal hunger threading through every nerve in my body as I grind up into her grip.

It’s too much. Too good. I come with a low growl, rutting into her hand, every muscle in my body tightening.

She hums, pleased, kissing my jaw.

I exhale, my grip still firm on her waist. Then my fingers slide up her thigh, teasing the edge of her shorts.

She whimpers, shaking her head. “No. Not yet.”

I clench my jaw, exhaling sharply. “This is gonna be a long four weeks.”

She giggles, pressing a kiss to my throat. “Yeah, it is.”

And fuck, I already know she’s gonna make me suffer.

The drive to Grace’s place is easy with the kind of quiet that settles when she’s warm and loose, sinking into the passenger seat like she owns it.

She stretches, rolling her shoulders, her hoodie slipping off to one side, exposing the smooth skin of her collarbone.

Fuck. I grip the wheel tighter.

“You’re staring,” she murmurs, amusement lacing her voice.

“Can’t help it,” I say, not bothering to lie. “You do things to me.”

She smirks, eyes still closed, legs curled up in the seat. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

I don’t answer, not with words. Instead, I reach over, trailing my fingers up her thigh, then snapping the elastic of her shorts against her skin. She yelps and swats my hand away.

“Ash!”

I just chuckle, turning onto her street. “I need a shower,” I tell her. “And you’re gonna keep me company.”

She huffs out a laugh. “I just hiked for hours and ate half my weight in pancakes. I need a nap.”

“Nah,” I say, parking the truck. I cut the engine, lean over, and bite her jaw, just enough to make her breath hitch. “You need me to put you in your place.”

She shivers. Yeah, she likes that.

I step out, rounding the truck to her side, pulling her out before she can complain. She’s laughing, already trying to squirm away, but I palm her ass, delivering a sharp smack that makes her yelp again.

“Ash!”

“Keep acting up, Gracie,” I warn, voice low in her ear. “See where it gets you.”

She grumbles but doesn’t fight me when I tug her toward the door, one hand still resting on her hip, thumb stroking just under the hem of her hoodie. But as she reaches for her keys, she stops.

Goes completely still.

“What the fuck?” she murmurs.

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