Page 78 of Pack Obsession

His fingers trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Right now, you need to let go.”

“I thought...” I whisper, my voice unsteady. “I thought the water was supposed to help me relax.” Every gentle ripple against my skin only heightens my awareness of his presence. My nipples are hard as pebbles, desperate to be touched.

“Axel...” My voice comes out embarrassingly breathy. “I’m struggling to hold on?—”

His lips brush my neck, and coherent thought scatters. The ache in my chest burns, a reminder of what happened with Nash. But this... this feels bigger, more powerful. More consuming. Like comparing a candle to a wildfire.

My body feels like electricity, every touch sending sparks through me. I’m shuddering, my pussy is dripping, and I know I should pull away, should try to think this through, but the current between us is too strong to resist.

My heat is here…

Logan

The fight turns brutal fast. Nash takes down his first opponent with savage efficiency, but there’s no time to appreciate his work because two more are on me. I duck under a wild swing, drive my elbow into a kidney, and spin away from a knife thrust.

The room becomes a storm of violence—flesh hitting flesh, grunts of pain, the slash of a sharp blade. Julian tries to make a break for the door. I catch him with a roundhouse kick that sends him sprawling into the wall.

Nash, his glasses long gone, is taking on three men at once. Blood sprays as he breaks someone’s nose. A knife scores my arm, but adrenaline turns it to nothing more than distant heat.

One of the guards gets his hand on Nash’s fallen gun, but Nash lunges forward, shoulder driving into the guard’s sternum. They slam into the old desk against the back wall with a thunderous crash.

I pivot between two attackers, using their momentum to slam them into each other, when movement catches my eye.Julian’s pushing himself up from the floor, blood trickling from his temple. His hand closes around a broken chair leg, eyes locked on Nash’s exposed back as he grapples with the guard. My heart lurches. I need to warn Nash, but one of my attackers has his meaty fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, while the other drives a fist toward my ribs?—

Casey

Axel’s lips trace a burning path up my neck to that spot behind my ear that makes my toes curl. His hands slide down my sides, moving up to cup my breasts. His fingers pinch my aching nipples, setting every nerve ending on fire.

I hiss at the touch and lean against him, so desperate for him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls in my ear, pressing his erection against my ass, grinding into me. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispers against my skin.

The tornado in my head has finally gone quiet, replaced by the thunder of my heartbeat, the pulse of my pussy, and the feeling of his hands on me.

“I want it all.”

He makes a primal sound, turning me in his arms so fast, water sloshes over the edge of the hot tub. His eyes are electric fire, pupils blown wide.

“Casey...”

My hands find his chest of their own accord, tracing the lightning bolts that dance across his skin. The huge muscles move under my touch, and he shudders against me.

“Don’t make me beg, or I will.” The words come out breathier than I intended, but I can’t bring myself to care. One of hishands is tangled in my wet hair, tilting my head back, while the other slides down my stomach and between my thighs. I’m lost. Fingers part my lips, and he glides them down my length. I’m shaking with need.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls, then his mouth is on mine.

This is raw and savage, a claim that sets my blood on fire. I arch into him as he pushes two fingers into me. Moaning into his mouth, I forget everything but the feel of his skin against mine, the way he’s fingering me brutally. I can’t get enough, the scent of his raw masculine sex calling to me.

His words, a low rumble against my lips, send a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. “Don’t make me beg, or I will,” I’d said, but the truth is, I’m already begging internally. Every cell in my body screams for him. His fingers move, a slow, deliberate exploration that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the slickness coating him, a testament to my body’s betrayal, and I hate it, yet crave it.

“Axel,” I gasp, trying to pull back, to regain some semblance of control, but my hands only find purchase on his hard chest. He doesn’t let me go, though. Instead, he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, stealing what little air I had left.

“Shhh, little one,” he murmurs against my lips, his words thick with desire. “Don’t fight it. This is natural. You’re beautiful like this, completely undone.” His words, meant to soothe, only ignite me further. “Let it take you,” he breathes, his one hand now cupping my cheek, thumb stroking my skin as he never stops fingering me.

The primal urges are drowning me. Fire flares from me, the throbbing ache between my legs growing more intense with each passing second.

“I hate this,” I whisper. “I hate that I have no control. That I’m just… slick and begging.”

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