Page 20 of The Pack

“This is going to get worse,” he said, his voice low and clipped. “We need to act now.”

I shook my head, my chest heaving. “I don’t trust you.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, stepping closer. “But if you don’t let us help you, that heat is going to consume you. It could kill you if we do nothing about it.”

I staggered back, my heels slipping into the cold water of the stream. My body trembled, the fire inside me raging hotter than ever.

I was surrounded. Outnumbered. And worst of all, I was losing control.

And they all knew it.

Magnus watched me, his expression unreadable. Tobias, Killian, Callum, and Thorne—they all stared at me, their eyes tracking my every movement.

They were waiting for me to break.

A low growl rumbled from Magnus, and his jaw tightened. He took another step forward, the sunlight glinting off his dark hair.

Tobias, Killian, and Thorne closed in on me, their movements careful and deliberate. Their scents hit me all at once—musk andpine, earth and salt. It was like a drug, and it made the fire inside me burn brighter.

I tried to hold on. I tried to keep control. But the heat was too much.

A low moan escaped me.

I sounded like a wild animal.

What was going on in my head was even worse. I couldn’t stop thinking about their hands on me, about each one of them overpowering me and sinking their big, thick cocks into my every hole and I cried out at the mental image, slapping my hand over my mouth to quiet myself.

Magnus closed the distance between us in two quick strides, his hand reaching for me. He grabbed my arm, and the heat flared, the fire inside me roaring in response.

He pulled me toward him, his grip tightening. I struggled, but his hold was too strong.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

And then hegrowled.

The sound rumbled through me, low and steady. It was a growl that spoke to my most primal instincts.

A growl that said:Submit. Give in.

I moaned, my legs buckling as everything came to a head. The heat was too much, the fire burning hotter than ever. My skin was flushed, and the arousal dripping from my pussy was utterly shameful.

Oh, my God. I was wet. And not just a teensy bit wet. My arousal was dripping down my thighs like a fucking torrent.

Magnus caught me as I collapsed, his arms wrapping around my waist. He held me close, his chest pressed against mine. His touch was like a firebrand, the heat in my core and the heat of his skin melting together until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.

The others moved closer, their scents enveloping me. Tobias, Killian, Thorne, and Callum surrounded us, their hands brushing my bare skin. I cried out at the contact, the heat flaring inside of me, but the noise that came out of my mouth was more of a desperate strangled moan than anything else.

I couldn’t help it. I was on the edge. The need to come, the need for release, the need to feel them take me was overwhelming.

The fire burned hotter and brighter, and my mind spun. My body shook, and I knew that if they didn’t touch me, if they didn’t fuck me, I’d lose control of myself, completely and utterly.

I looked up at them, meeting each of their eyes in turn.

I didn’t know why, but as soon as I saw their gazes, something inside me just gave in and broke.

As though it was the most natural thing in the world, I tilted my chin, baring the tender flesh of my neck to them.

“Please,” I whispered.

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