Page 146 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

"There it is,” he laughs. “Gonna make you fall apart."

He circles my clit with practiced ease even as he fucks me harder, each thrust as rough as it is possessive. His hips slap against my ass, his cock thick and relentless.

"You gonna come for me, baby?” he pants. “You gonna let me finally knot you?"

"Please," I whimper, pushing my ass back into him. “I want it so bad, Jace.”

“Yeah, you do,” he growls. “Always knew you were mine. From the second you marched into our lives with that big attitude and that smart mouth, I knew you were made for this. Made forus.”

His pace doesn’t falter. If anything, it gets rougher. His hand drops from my hair as he moves to grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I cry out repeatedly as he pounds into me impossibly faster. The sound of our bodies colliding isobscene, wet and filthy and so fucking perfect, and I can’t control myself any longer. I come around him hard and fast, my walls clenching around his cock, my scream buried in the mattress as I fall forward on my elbows.

"That’s it," he grits out. “Let that pretty little cunt come all over me.Fuck, Aimee.”

I feel it, then: his knot swelling, stretching me with each thrust, the pressure building until I cry out again. With a low growl, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me upright, dragging me back against his chest.

We’re both on our knees now, my back flush to his front, his cock buried deep and thick inside me.

“Breathe, baby,” he mutters against my ear, one hand sliding up to palm my breast while the other clamps tight on my hip. “You’ve got it. You take me so fuckin’ good.”

He snaps his hips one last time, deep and brutal—

And then he bites.

His teeth sink in right over my scent gland, close to the mark that Cam left before. I sob as pleasure and pain collide, and the bond flares to life deep within me. I feeleverything—his claim, his release, his knot locking deep as he comes hard inside me, growling my name like it’s a prayer.

“Mine,” he breathes, his mouth still hot on my skin. “You’re so fucking mine.”

My whole body trembles. I don’t know if I’m moaning or crying or both, but I do know that I’ve never felt so full in my life.

He holds me there for a long, drawn out moment; his broad chest heaving, his lips brushing the bite mark as he kisses it softly. And then, still knotted inside me, he lowers us both to the bed—pulling me down with him, keeping me close, keeping me his.

“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing my hair back.

“You’re insane,” I nod. “But I love you.”

“You’re welcome.” He grins, wild and smug and stupidly handsome. “And, for the record… I love you too.”

“Here,” Cam murmurs, holding out a bottle of water and a handful of strawberries.

I blink up at him with furrowed brows. He’s still completely naked, but somehow looks like someone’s sweet, flushed boyfriend after a summer picnic.

“I thoughtIwas the meal,” I mumble.

“You are.” He laughs and pops a strawberry in my mouth. “But you also need sugar. And hydration. Andcare.”

I chew, trying not to moan. “God, you’re perfect.”

Cam’s lips brush over mine before he settles down at the end of the bed.

Jace is still lay behind me, locked in deep, and Wes moves in next. I’m not sure where he got it from, but he dips a warm cloth over my chest, swiping gently where Cam’s release still streaks across my skin. The gesture is clinical, almost; except his eyesburn the entire time, dark with something hungry and protective and possessive.

When he finishes, he tosses the cloth aside and cups my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

“I’m not gonna be gentle,” he says, voice low, rough. “Not tonight.”

My breath stutters.

“I let myself believe you weren’t mine. That I didn’t need this, that I didn’t needyou.” He exhales. “But I do. And you need this too. You need to be claimed.”

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