Page 29 of Finding Forever with the Alpha Pack

I grip myself hard, pumping fast, chasing the release that’s just out of reach. The pressure builds, my hips jerking in rhythm as I fuck my hand. When it finally hits, it’s like a punch to the gut, raw and intense. I groan, low and guttural, as I spill into the towel, my hand squeezing tight, riding out each pulse until I’m empty, spent.

When the last shudder fades, I drape the towel back over the chair, trying to catch my breath. Grace’s fingers are on me again, this time gripping my thigh, holding on like she’s using me to stay grounded. Her touch is softer now, almost a caress.

This is only day three of this madness, I think, my thoughts a jumbled mess of lust and fatigue. My head is still spinning from what just happened, but a small, dry laugh escapes me. For once, I’m glad I’m not an alpha. This is a whole other level of chaos, and I’m not sure I’d survive it if I were one.

Chapter 20

Grace

Day four,I think … or is it day seven…

I have been pushed, pulled, elevated, suspended, twisted, and floated in the tub during this heat, my body a canvas for the relentless touch of my mates. I’m trembling with exhaustion, every muscle humming with a heady mix of pleasure and fatigue. Ethan is under me, his firm hands gripping my hips, guiding me down onto him with slow, deliberate motions that set my nerve endings on fire. Behind me, Griffin’s heavy presence presses close, his breath hot against my neck as he moves in tandem with Ethan, filling every inch of space until my senses blur.

Nic and Lorcan’s cocks are in my hands, and I can barely muster the strength to keep stroking them. My fingers are slick with sweat and water, but I keep moving, their low groans mingling with the sound of my own ragged breaths. Conrad’s cock fills my mouth, his taste mingling with the salt of my own tears as I struggle to take him deeper, to give them all a piece of me, even as I’m stretched to my limit.

Barrett’s soft voice floats through the steam, a quiet counterpoint to the symphony of groans and wet, slappingsounds. He’s playing water boy, changing out the towels for Nic and Lorcan, his careful hands brushing over my skin as he checks in, ensuring I’m okay, that I can keep going. But even his light touch makes me shiver now.

“One more, darlin’…” Ethan’s voice rumbles through me, a vibration that seems to resonate from his chest all the way to the place where we’re joined. I pull back, releasing Conrad with a desperate gasp. Ethan’s hands frame my face, cradling me tenderly as he draws me down for a kiss. My lips part against his, and I taste the remnants of my pleasure on his tongue.

“I can’t…” A whine escapes me, high-pitched and needy, my body trembling from the sheer strain. My thighs quiver, and I feel like I’m ready to collapse. Exhaustion creeps in, heavy and insistent, making every movement feel sluggish, like I’m sinking into quicksand.

“You can.” Ethan’s words are a gentle command, and he kisses me again, this time slower, more coaxing, his thrusts easing to a torturous rhythm that makes me want to cry out. His reassurance wraps around me like a lifeline, and I cling to it, trying to find some last reserve of strength deep within me.

Griffin pulls out with a groan, and I feel the loss of him. He flops onto something nearby. Conrad steps away, then Nic. I can barely track them as they move, but then I see Barrett, his steady presence like a balm to my overworked nerves, as he helps Lorcan to a chair. Ethan’s hands shift, his arms wrapping around me as he rolls us over, our slick bodies sliding against each other until I’m on my back, his weight pressing me down into the warm, comforting embrace of the mattress.

He kisses my lips softly, his mouth lingering on mine like he’s savoring me, taking his time. The gentleness is a stark contrastto the feverish intensity we’ve shared until now. His thrusts are slow, unhurried, and I feel my core tightening again, the build-up almost unbearable in its sweet agony.

One more thrust, and Ethan buries his knot deep inside me. My world shatters in a burst of sensation, his orgasm triggering mine as we both cry out, clinging to each other as the waves of pleasure roll over us. All I can feel is him—his heat, his strength, his love anchoring me to this moment as we ride out the aftershocks together.

When it’s finally over, and the world stills around us, Ethan rolls us again, holding me tight until I’m sprawled across his broad chest. His heartbeat thrums beneath my cheek, steady, and soothing, and I let my body relax, every bone turning to liquid. Barrett returns, his familiar scent enveloping me as he drapes my favorite blanket over us. He climbs up onto the bed, laying his head on Ethan’s shoulder, his face close to mine, the three of us a tangle of limbs and warmth.

Nic appears at my side, his presence comforting, grounding me further. He lifts a water bottle with a straw to my lips, his voice a low murmur. “Have a sip before you fall asleep.”

My eyelids are heavy, the pull of sleep irresistible, but I manage a few sips. The cool water feels good against the dryness in my throat. Nic’s fingers brush gently against my cheek as I drift. The last thing I feel before darkness claims me completely.

I haveno idea how long I was out, but I feel like I slept for days. The haze of exhaustion lingers, but it’s different now—lessconsuming, more like a gentle ache. My head rests on Ethan’s chest, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm beneath my ear. Barrett’s curled tightly behind me, his body pressed close, his warmth chasing away the last remnants of sleep. There’s a peacefulness to it, a sense of quiet calm that wraps around me like a blanket. And then it hits me—the raw, overwhelming urge that’s been driving me for what feels like forever is gone.

It’s over. The realization sinks in, bringing with it a wave of certainty. One of my mates has gotten me pregnant.

We’ve talked about this at length as a family. I want one baby from each of my mates, and I want them close in age so they can all grow up together. Nic thinks I’m insane for wanting that many babies and toddlers at once. But Barrett? He’s over the moon, practically bouncing off the walls at the idea of so many little ones running around. And the grandmothers? They were thrilled when they heard my plans, already cooing and fussing over a future filled with babies.

I smile softly at the thought, shifting just enough to stretch out my legs. A dull soreness lingers, a reminder of just how intense the last few days—or weeks—have been. I don’t even know how long I’ve been lost in that haze of need and hunger, but I’m grateful it’s finally over.

“Do you want out?” A voice murmurs from behind me, low and familiar. Conrad. I look over my shoulder to see him standing at the side of the bed, his expression soft but watchful.

“I really need to pee…” I admit, a soft laugh escaping my lips. He bends down without another word, scooping me up in his muscular arms. The sudden movement makes my head spin, but I can’t help the way I snuggle closer, inhaling the scent of him—earthy, familiar, and soothing.

Barrett stirs, scooting forward to snuggle against Ethan as Conrad carries me toward the ensuite bathroom. The cool air prickles against my skin as he sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist as if to make sure I’m steady before stepping back.

“Are you okay, Grace? Do you need anything?” he asks, his voice hovering somewhere between concern and affection.

“I want to shower, then have breakfast.” I yawn, the words slipping out before I can stop them. My eyelids feel heavy, my body is still sluggish from sleep.

Conrad chuckles softly, turning on the shower and letting it run until steam fills the room. “Sounds like you might need a nap, too,” he teases lightly.

I huff out a breath, making my way to the toilet. The cold tiles send a shock up my legs, jolting me fully awake. “I’ve had enough sleep for a lifetime,” I mumble, more to myself than to him. I finish up quickly, washing my hands and shuffling over to the shower where Conrad waits, watching me with that steady, assessing gaze.

The moment I step into the shower, the hot mist hits me, melting away the last vestiges of tension. A soft, happy sigh escapes my lips as I let the water rain down over my skin, warming me from the outside in. I close my eyes, basking in the heat, until I feel Conrad’s presence behind me.

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