Page 147 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

I nod slowly, completely, totally wrecked and trembling beneath the weight of his words.

“Open for me,” he says.

I tilt slightly, lips parting. The movement causes Jace’s knot to twitch, and I groan as Wes rises to his knees, cock thick and hard in his fist as he moves in closer. He brings the tip to my mouth, dragging it along my bottom lip, just enough to tease.

“You gonna let me finish what we started?” he rasps. “You gonna take me like a good girl?”

I hum against him, lips wrapping around the head as I suck him in slow.

Wes groans, and one of his hands grips the back of my head as he rocks his hips forward, his cock pushing further into my mouth.

“Look at her,” Jace mutters from behind, voice rough with approval. “You were made for this, weren’t you, baby? Made to have your mouth full of alpha cock. ”

“Our perfect fucking omega,” Cam breathes, dragging his gaze down the length of my body from where he’s positioned at myfeet. His voice is soft, but the edge of reverence makes it sharper. “So good for us. Taking everything.”

Wes’s eyes are wild as he watches me swallow him deeper, his hips rolling in steady, possessive thrusts. His grip tightens, and his breathing grows uneven.

“Jesus, Aimee,” he grits out, hips jerking slightly. “Your mouth—fuck—you don’t even know what you do to me.”

I moan around him, cheeks hollowing and tongue curling to tease the thick vein along the underside of his cock as he groans in pleasure.

“She knows,” Jace says behind me, cocky and amused. “Look at those eyes. Shelovesit. Our good little cockdrunk omega.”

“She’s perfect,” Wes growls, his rhythm faltering for a second as I suck him harder. “Fucking perfect. I can feel her throat—shit, I’m not gonna last like this.”

“You want to taste your last alpha, sweetheart?” Cam coaxes. “You want him to fill your mouth before he claims you?”

I whimper in answer, nodding slightly, eyes locked on Wes’s—because it’s his turn next.

“Yeah,” he pants. “That’s it. You want me, Omega? You want my knot?”

I hum around him, and he groans as his hips snap forward. His hand stays tangled in my hair, the other braced on the edge of the headboard as he trembles in restraint.

“Fuck, Aimee. That mouth was made for me.”

I suck him eagerly, desperate to push him over the edge, but then Jace’s knot begins to deflate. He shifts behind me, pulling out gently with a groan.

My body trembles with the loss, but I barely get a chance to recover before Wes pulls out of my mouth and lifts my face to look at him.

“You okay?”

I nod, breathless. “More than.”

“Good.”

He leans in, kisses me hard, and then eases me back until he’s lying against the pillows and I’m straddling his lap. Wes’s hands settle on my hips, his cock pressing up against me, hot and ready. His gaze never leaves mine.

“This is it,” he says, voice rough and steady. “You’re sure?”

I reach down and guide him to my entrance. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I sink down onto him in one slow, slick movement; my body welcoming him despite the slight ache that remains from Jace’s knot and Cam’s cock before his. Wes is thick and solid, and I swear I canfeelthe possession in the way he holds my hips.

“Oh,shit,” he groans. “You feel—Jesus, Aims.”

I roll my hips experimentally, and his head drops back against the pillow.

Cam chuckles from beside us. “Guess she’s not holding back now.”

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