Page 28 of Finding Forever with the Alpha Pack

I reach out, and a cool bottle of water ends up in my hand. I force a tired smile, panting as I twist the cap off. “Thanks,” I mutter, rolling to the opposite side of the bed and flopping onto my back. The sheets are a mess. The room is filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat, but I’m too drained to care. I rise up on my elbow, taking a long sip of the water, savoring the cool liquid sliding down my throat.

I hear the crinkle of another bottle opening. “Drink, baby...” Nicolai’s voice is soft as he offers the water to Grace. I feel the bed shift as she moves to drink.

“It’s good to be home,” she murmurs, her voice low and satisfied. She leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going with Nic. Rest—I’ll come get you for dinner when it’s ready.”

She kisses me again, and I close my eyes, the exhaustion finally pulling at me. I hear the soft rustle of sheets as she moves off the bed, and then they’re gone, leaving me alone in the quiet.

A nap feels like the best idea in the world right now. I let out a long breath, my muscles already relaxing as I sink deeper intothe mattress. Whatever dinner plans they have, I’ll be ready for it … after I sleep for a hundred years.

Several hours later…

An insistent knock rattles at my door, the sound reverberating through the quiet space. I roll over reluctantly, pushing myself up. “Come in…” I shout, my voice hoarse from sleep. I hesitate, instinctively reaching out, but I know better than to move too quickly. Trying to get up when you’re blind and unsure of what’s on the floor is not the best idea.

“Lor, it’s Conrad.” His voice is a calming presence, guiding me through the murkiness. “Grace’s heat is almost over. All hands on deck. Or as Grace calls it, mate Jenga.” I hear him moving things around in the room, shifting obstacles out of my path. “If you head toward my voice, it’s clear.”

I listen carefully, focusing on his footsteps and the sound of his breathing. Sliding out of bed on the side closest to the door, I extend a hand until I feel the solid edge of the dresser. “Where are we going?” I ask, my fingers tracing the surface of the furniture until I find a familiar marker.

“Grace’s room,” Conrad answers, his tone steady, though there’s a tension underlying his words. “She’s acting like she did the last time towards the end. It’s easier if we’re all in the room so she can move us where she needs us. She’ll mostly focus on the alphas, but if we get tired, you and Barrett will slide in.”

I arch a brow, turning my head in his direction, though I know I won’t see him clearly. “So what are we supposed to be doing in the meantime? Knit?” I shake my head, the absurdity of the situation making a smirk tug at my lips. This whole thing just keeps getting stranger by the minute.

“Oh, hell no. Grace will either have her hand or mouth on you while the others fuck her until she needs or wants you. How we move depends on who she wants.” He steps closer, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, guiding me down the hallway.

“What do you mean?” Shadows and outlines blur together as we move, but I catch enough details to make out some doorframes and furniture as we pass. It’s not much, but it’s better than total darkness.

Conrad’s voice drops to a lower, more confidential tone. “Well, for instance, I don’t want to touch anything on either of my brothers, but I don’t mind fucking or being sucked off by Barrett. My brothers will fuck Barrett, but they won’t let another male fuck them. Nic is much the same way—he’ll fuck Barrett, but won’t let another male touch him.”

I hear Conrad draw in a breath; the air shifting around us. He pauses for a moment, his hand still guiding me forward. “You only want Grace, so there’s that. Your options are limited.” His bluntness is almost comforting, cutting through the awkwardness with a kind of honesty that’s rare.

“Aye, I was nae raised as free as you.” I sigh, old memories bubbling up. “Very strict, religious parents.” The words are a bitter reminder. Mam and Da had passed during the war ten years ago while I was away training to be a healer. I wasn’t there when they needed me most, and that guilt lingers, heavy and ever-present.

Before Conrad can respond, the sound of Grace moaning filters down the hallway. The raw, unrestrained pleasure in that sound stops me dead in my tracks. My entire body stiffens, heat flaring through me like a wave. My fingers tighten around the edge of the door frame.

“She’s close to the end. It’s going to get exhausting,” Conrad says quietly. There’s a resigned acceptance in his voice, as if he’s already steeling himself for what’s to come. He directs me to the side of the bed, his touch steady. “You’re close now. The only hand that will reach out for you is Grace, or one of us on your shoulder to move you to where you’re needed. Good luck.” He pats my shoulder, and then he’s gone, disappearing into the shadows.

The scent of her fills the room, thick and heady. It’s intoxicating, pulling me in, and I swallow hard, trying to keep my focus. I can feel the heat radiating from the bed, the subtle shift of the mattress as someone moves. My senses are on high alert, every sound amplified, every breath a whisper of temptation.

“May the elder gods have mercy on my soul,” I mutter under my breath, bracing myself. I’m stepping into the unknown, but I won’t back down. Not for her. Not for the pack.

“Lor … I’m going to touch you now. Take a step forward…” Grace’s voice sounds strained, breathy, like she’s right on the edge. The moans spilling from her lips mingle with the sound of someone fucking her hard. My pulse spikes, and heat floods my veins as I picture the scene I can’t see. There’s tension in her tone—pure, unfiltered desire—and I obey without a second thought, stepping forward into the unknown.

The instant I move, her hand wraps around my shaft, warm and firm, squeezing just the way I like it. My breath hitches as shestrokes me, her grip unrelenting, pulling me with each hard and fast motion. The need to thrust into her hand, to give in to the rising pressure in my gut, overwhelms me, but I force myself to stay still. She’s in control. She has to be.

The scrape of a chair sliding close catches my attention, grounding me for a second.

“For balance. It’s on your left,” Barrett’s voice drifts over from somewhere behind me, calm and steady, like he’s got everything under control. He’s always the practical one, even in moments like this. I can hear his footsteps moving away, leaving me to the chaos of sensations Grace is causing.

“Thanks,” I manage, my voice low and strained. I reach down, finding the top of the chair with shaking fingers, using it to keep myself steady as Grace’s hand works me over. The rough drag of her strokes sends pleasure radiating through me, my muscles tensing as I try not to lose it right there and then.

Her scent hits me next, sweet and heady, mingling with the unmistakable musk of sex, and my balls draw up tight, a bead of sweat forming on my brow. I’m so damn close—too close.

“Fuck… Grace, I’m?—”

Before I can finish, a piece of material lands over my hand on the chair. I glance down, confusion flaring for a split second.

“Preventing a party foul,” Conrad grunts from somewhere to my left, his voice strained with his own exertion.

Ah, I see. The towel’s meant to save me from making a mess all over the place when I can’t hold back anymore. I feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core, and I have just enough presence of mind to take my shaft back from Grace. She lets gowithout a word, her fingers trailing over my length as if to say, finish yourself off then, big guy.

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