Page 86 of Pack Plus One

I try to glare up at him, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite being naked, flushed, and dripping with both my slick and Caleb’s release. “If you’re going to talk, make it worth my while.”

He laughs, the sound bright with genuine delight. “Oh, I do like you.”

Then his expression shifts, his playfulness giving way to something darker, more primal, as he catches a fresh wave of my heat scent. My body is already ramping up again, the brief respite after Caleb’s attentions fading as my heat demands more.

I whimper, the sound small and needy—and his control shatters.

“Leah—”

He doesn’t hold back. He can’t. His hips snap forward, his grip bruising, his mouth crashing into mine like he’s starving. His cock fills me in a single thrust, different from Caleb’s—slightly less thick but longer, reaching places inside me that make my toes curl.

Where Caleb was controlled, Jude is chaotic. Where Caleb was measured, Jude is wild. He fucks like he lives—with joyful abandon, his rhythm unpredictable, his hands everywhere at once.

And I love it.

“So fucking good,” he pants against my mouth, his citrus-and-woodsmoke scent wrapping around me like a second skin. “Knew you’d be perfect. Knew from the moment I saw you.”

His words, his touch, his scent—they all combine to push me toward another peak, this one building faster, higher, moreintense than before. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.

When I come, it’s with a cry that he swallows with his kiss, his hips never slowing, driving me through the pleasure and straight into another orgasm that crashes over me like a tidal wave.

His knot swells, catching at my entrance, stretching me almost to the point of pain before pushing fully inside, locking us together as he follows me over the edge. When he finishes, it’s with my name on his lips, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged against my face.

“Worth the wait,” he murmurs, his usual sass temporarily subdued by satisfaction.

Liam is already there when Jude’s knot subsides enough for him to pull out, a glass of water in hand and a damp cloth to clean the evidence of our combined pleasure from my thighs.

“Drink,” he murmurs, his voice steady even as his eyes darken with desire.

I drink gratefully, suddenly aware of how parched I am. The water soothes my throat, raw from crying out, and helps clear my head for a moment—though I know the reprieve is temporary. My heat is far from over, my body already warming again, preparing for more.

Liam’s hands shake slightly as he sets the glass aside, his usual composed demeanor fraying at the edges. His scent intensifies as he leans closer, his breath hitching when another wave of my pheromones hits him.

“Your turn?” I ask, my voice scratchy but teasing.

His smile is shy but hungry. “If you want me.”

“I want all of you,” I admit, the raw honesty surprising even me. “I have from the beginning.”

His pupils dilate, swallowing the warm brown of his irises. He watches me as he strips slowly, his throat working. His bodyis leaner than the others’, but no less powerful, his muscles defined and his cock impressively thick.

He’s methodical, worshipful—tracing every inch of me like I’m a recipe he’s determined to memorize. His touch is reverent, his gaze adoring as he explores me, finding spots that make me gasp, that make me arch, that make me beg.

His fingers lace with mine, pinning them gently above my head as he finally, finally sinks into me. The stretch is divine, my body welcoming him even after two alpha knots, slick easing his way.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, and for the first time in my life, I believe it.

He takes his time, his movements slow, deep, reverent, until I’m shaking beneath him, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Where Caleb was controlled and Jude was chaotic, Liam is thorough—hitting every sensitive spot with precision, watching my reactions with focused intensity.

“Please,” I whimper, teetering on the edge of another orgasm, desperate for release. “Liam, please.”

His rhythm falters at the sound of his name from my lips, his composure slipping. “Say it again.”

“Liam,” I gasp, arching into him. “Liam, please, I?—”

His cock seems to harden even more. The pressure isexquisite, the fullness almost too much to bear. When he finally slams home, bottoming out and locking us together, the stretch sends me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me with such force that tears spring to my eyes.

“Leah,” he groans, his release pulsing inside me, his body shuddering above mine. “My Leah.”

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