Page 72 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

I slide her shorts down to expose the flushed pink between her thighs. I keep her steady with one arm while my free hand moves with purpose now, nudging her underwear to the side. My fingers dip to her entrance, slick and hot and so ready it makes my breath catch.

Her scent coils into my lungs and scrapes down my spine, making me feel close to feral.Jace smells it too—I can see it in how tight he’s gripping her waist, how he’s fighting not to rut against the seat like some wild thing.

“Say it again,” Jace demands, fingers still teasing. “Let’s hear it.”

“Please,” she chokes. “Please, both of you—I want your fingers. I want to feel you together—please.”

Jace moves first—two fingers sliding in with practiced ease. Aimee’s whole body jolts, a sob ripping from her throat. I follow a second later, slower and gentler. My fingers ease in alongside his, stretching her further until we’re buried deep together.

“Let us in, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing her temple. “Let us take care of you.”

Her cunt clenches around us.

“Holyfuck,” she cries, voice cracked, head tipping back against my shoulder. “I—Jesus—I can’t—”

“You okay?” I whisper, my thumb circling over her clit, soft enough to coax, firm enough to keep her right on the edge. “Too much?”

She shakes her head, barely managing to speak. “No. No. Just—don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”

Jace shifts beside her, one hand bracing her knee wide open while the other thrusts deeper. We’re both inside her now, our knuckles bumping together, every curl and press of our fingers tuned to her exact need.

“She’s taking both of us like she was made for it,” he mutters, sounding like he can barely believe it’s real.

“Shewas,” I tell him, brushing my lips across her jaw, inhaling the flushed heat of her skin. “Look at her. She’s perfect.”

We fall into rhythm, our fingers gliding together, curling and stroking from the inside. The light flares across her face; sweat at her temples, parted lips, her dark eyes fluttering shut, and I ignore the ache between my own thighs.

Jace draws back slightly, smirking. “You want us to go harder, sweetheart?”

She nods furiously, her hips stuttering up to meet our hands.

“Thenbeg,” he croons, voice rich with heat, our fingers still moving inside her. “Say you want both your alphas knuckle-deep in this perfect little cunt while your thighs shake and you soak through those fucking shorts.”

Her breath breaks on a sob, wrecked and needy. “Please. I need—please, both of you, harder—together—don’t make me wait—”

Jace pulls out just long enough to add another finger beside mine. The stretch is deep and filthy, her cunt tight around our fingers, and she cries out as her body clamps down.

“Squeezing me,” Jace groans. “Christ—she’s milking both of us.”

“She’s close,” I tell him, pressing my thumb tighter to her clit, feeling the fluttering desperation as her muscles tighten. “So fucking close.”

“I canfeelyours,” he groans. “Can’t believe we’re doing this. You and me. Like this.Us.”

I glance at him—at the wild, open look in his eyes—and nod. “I’ve thought about it,” I admit, my voice thick. “A lot.”

He meets my gaze and gives a short, breathless laugh. “Me too.”

Aimee moans between us, hands clawing at our shirts, her hips rocking frantically, chasing that final push. Her scent is everywhere, inside me, under my skin.

“You like putting on a show, baby?” Jace whispers. “Anyone walking past this car’s gonna smell how wrecked you are. They’re gonna know you’re being split open by your alphas.”

“Please,” she gasps. “Please, I’m—please let me—”

Jace slows his hand just enough to make her sob.

“Say it properly,” he murmurs, leaning closer and dragging his tongue up her neck. “Tell us who you belong to.”

Her eyes flick open, locking on mine, then on his.

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