Page 27 of Finding Forever with the Alpha Pack

“Gracie—” Barrett gasps, but it’s too late. It takes all of a heartbeat to have him lined up, his length sinking into me with a soft moan escaping my lips. I sit up, my hands braced against his chest as I ride him with reckless abandon, the slick sounds of our bodies filling the room. Barrett’s head tilts back, his breath coming in sharp pants, but he doesn’t try to slow me down.

He’s at my mercy, he doesn’t knot like the others, and I can move, grind, bounce as hard as I want without getting stuck. His hands grip my hips, his touch searing, but he lets me set the pace, lets me take what I need.

“Fuck, Gracie,” he moans, his voice tight with pleasure. I grin down at him, my hair falling around us like a curtain, and lean in close.

“I’ll be gentle,” I whisper, letting the red-orange of my wolf’s eyes surface. But we both know it’s a lie.

I ride him faster, harder, pushing him to the edge with every roll of my hips, every clench of my walls around him. It’s not enough, but it’s a start, a delicious promise of what’s to come.

The bed dips under Griffin’s weight, and I glance over my shoulder, finding him there, a glint of mischief in his eyes and the lube in his hand. The familiar thrill races down my spine, anticipation coiling low in my belly. His lips curve into a wicked grin as he holds my gaze.

“Since I’ve already had a pup, I figure I’ll help wear you out,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. My pulse kicks up as his thumb circles my backdoor, applying just the right amount of pressure to loosen me up. The slick, cool lube glides over my sensitive skin, and I gasp when he pushes in slowly. Every inch of him stretches me, making me squirm as Barrett’s cock slides in and out of me in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.

Griffin’s hand splays across my shoulder blades, his palm hot and firm, holding me down against Barrett’s chest. The weight of it is grounding, making me feel small and secure between them. Barrett’s breath hitches, his hips driving upward, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl. I moan, my voice vibrating with pleasure as I press back against Griffin, welcoming the way he pushes himself all the way inside me.

“Fuck…” I draw in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to relax between them. Barrett thrusts up one more time, and I feelhis cock pulsing within me, his length swelling as he spills inside. His body shudders against mine, and the sensation sends another wave of heat pooling in my core.

Griffin takes that as his cue to move. His thrusts are hard and deep, each one sending jolts of electricity through me. The knot at the base of his cock hits against my ass cheeks with every rough drive, filling me to the brink. The pressure builds, unbearable and delicious, and I find myself caught between them, pleasure and pain blurring until I’m not sure where one ends and the other begins.

Then something shifts. Barrett does something completely out of character—his hand slides up to my neck, fingers wrapping around the delicate column of my throat. He squeezes lightly, just enough to send a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through me.

“One more, Gracie…” he rasps, his voice strained, filled with an edge I’ve never heard from him before. The gentle pressure around my throat tightens just a bit more, not enough to hurt, but enough to send me spiraling.

I cry out, my body tensing, every nerve ending on fire as my orgasm crashes over me. I buck hard between them, the intensity of it too much, too raw. But before I can lose myself completely, Griffin’s hand presses down on me, holding me still, his control absolute. He doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing more erratic until his cock pulses deep within me. A guttural groan tears from his throat, his release pushing me into another shuddering climax.

Griffin pulls out slowly, his grip lingering as if he’s reluctant to let go. “Take care of our girl,” he rumbles, his voice softened by affection, though his eyes still gleam with possessive hunger.

Barrett nods, his gaze meeting mine, warm and tender, as Griffin guides Lorcan to the opposite side of the bed. The moment Lorcan settles in, I feel a yawn building, exhaustion creeping up on me like a blanket. The adrenaline fades, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness.

I snuggle in between them, Lorcan’s heat on one side, Barrett’s on the other. Safe. Sated. Loved. My eyes flutter closed as I drift off, lulled by the steady rise and fall of their breaths, the feeling of their bodies pressed close to mine.

Chapter 19

Lorcan

I’ve heard allthe stories from my brother about how wild and unpredictable females can get during their heats. He’d painted a picture of relentless need and chaos, and I thought I was prepared for it. But Grace? She’s something else entirely. Peaceful at the moment, yes, but that doesn’t erase the memory of how she was the other night. The night she and Barrett stayed in my bed, she attacked the two of us three times before leaving to find one of her alphas. Being a beta has its drawbacks, especially when you’re not what she needs in that moment. A female in heat craves the knot, yearns for it like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. It’s something primal, tied to the need to be bred, to be claimed.

She slipped into my bed an hour ago, fresh from her shower, her skin still damp and warm. The scent of her heat wraps around me, pulling me under. I’m exhausted. Just as my eyes start to close, I feel her hands—soft, insistent—roaming over my body, waking every nerve I thought had burned out hours ago.

“Dunnae ever sleep, lass?” I grumble, rolling my head to the side in her direction.

“I power nap...” Her voice is a purr, and then she’s climbing onto my lap, sliding up until her slick heat is dragging over my shaft, teasing, taunting.

“That was barely a nap, lass. It was a blink.” My hands encompass her hips, guiding her, changing her angle before I shove her down on my length in one brutal thrust.

Grace’s gasp is sharp, her hands slapping against my chest as she steadies herself. “Lor!” She screams my name, and I can’t help the grin that pulls at my lips as I tighten my grip, setting a punishing pace from beneath her. The exhaustion burns away, replaced by something fierce and hungry.

“You seem ta like attackin’ sleepy mates,” I growl up at her, the words punctuated by each hard thrust. “I may be tired, but notthattired, lass.”

I roll us over, pinning her beneath me, driving her into the mattress. I can feel her legs lock around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I rise up, bracing one hand on the headboard. Every thrust shakes the bed, the headboard slamming into the wall with a steady, resoundingwhack, whack, whackthat echoes in the room.

Grace’s cries fill the space, raw and unrestrained, and the sound of her—coming completely undone—only drives me harder. The bed inches up with every powerful thrust, but I don’t let up. The headboard rattles violently, but I keep my focus locked on her, on the way her body writhes beneath mine.

A sound catches my attention, and I realize by scent Nicolai is standing in the doorway, watching us. He steps further into the room, growing closer by the moment.

“Hmm... I’ll have to remember this for later,” Nicolai muses, his voice a low murmur as he moves around us. Grace’s cry intensifies, and I bury myself deep inside her, grunting through my release, feeling her body clench and milk every last drop from me. I close my eyes, praying silently to the elder gods that my seed takes, that it somehow beats the alphas who had her before me. A foolish hope, maybe, but it’s one I can’t quite let go of.

“Hand out to your right, Lorcan,” Nicolai’s voice cuts through the haze, steady and sure.

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