Page 120 of The Pack

My breath hitched, my clit throbbing as I looked up at him. “I just…” My voice trailed off, and I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning.

Killian glanced downward, and his grin widened. Then he sat up fully, leaning forward. “You need us, don’t you?” he said, his tone teasing, but affectionate.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words caught in my throat.

Thorne’s hand moved to my waist, his touch gentle as he tilted his head toward me. “You only have to say the word,” he said, his voice rumbly. His hand settled over top of mine and he smiled.

Fuck it.

I wanted to come.

I wanted their cocks.

I needed my mates.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, before I nodded. “I want you. All of you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Magnus smiled as he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss full of unspoken promises.

Callum’s hand trailed up my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck.

Killian’s laughter was low and warm as he leaned closer. “Now this is worth waking up for,” he said, his voice laced with mischief.

Magnus’s lips lingered on mine, his gaze searching as if he was waiting for permission to go further. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver through me.

“You’re everything to us,” he murmured, emotion catching in his throat. “You know that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, my breath suspended as his words settled deep in my chest. Instead, I nodded, my cheeks tingling under the intensity of his burning stare.

Magnus moved out of the way and Callum took his place, pressing a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering as his hand moved to my waist. The heat of their touches, the softness of their voices—it was tempting in the best way, the ache in my core building with every connection between us.

Next came Killian. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. He nipped gently at the sensitive skin, making me gasp, and his laughter was low and wicked.

I closed my eyes, giving in to the feeling, my body responding to their touches, their voices, the warmth of their bodies. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

Taking Killian’s place, Thorne brushed his lips against mine now. He wasn’t rough with me, just firm enough to show the faintest hint of his desire.

Tobias leaned down next, his dark gaze meeting mine. His voice was low, almost a growl.

“Our Zara,” he murmured.

Magnus was next. His kiss was fiercer, his tongue exploring my mouth.

“Our mate,” Callum breathed.

I was surrounded, completely enveloped in their touch. Killian’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers grazing the sensitive bud between my thighs, and I moaned, arching against him.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Magnus’s hand slipped lower, joining Killian’s as his fingers slid between my slick folds, drawing another moan of desire from me. Slowly, gently, they coaxed me closer toward the edge untilmy clit was throbbing and I was practically writhing beneath them on the bed.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat.

Their touches grew more insistent, and I clung to them, the pressure building inside me until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Come for us, mate,” Magnus demanded, his voice rough and lustful.

I did.

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