Page 56 of The Pack

His fingers tightened on my jaw, his eyes capturing mine, glinting with warmth.

“Not in the way you think,” he said, his voice rough.

Behind us, Killian’s voice rang out, low and teasing. “Careful, Thorne. She might actually get you to smile properly.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see Killian leaning back on his hands, his grin wide and wicked. Tobias sat beside him, his dark eyes flashing with amusement.

Magnus didn’t say a word, but his silver eyes flicked to me for a fraction of a second before returning to the fire. Callum, on the other hand, didn’t bother hiding his smile.

I turned back to Thorne, my cheeks blazing. “They’re enjoying this,” I murmured.

“They’re idiots,” Thorne said dryly, though the faintest flush crept up his neck.

I laughed softly, the sound trembling as I reached for him again. This time, I didn’t stop at his neck. My lips grazed his jaw, lingering for a heartbeat before trailing higher.

Thorne let out a low, almost imperceptible groan, his other hand coming up to rest against my hip.

“Zara,” he whispered, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a plea all at once.

“I want this,” I breathed, my voice trembling but resolute. “I want you. All five of you.”

His icy blue eyes searched mine, his expression softening as his fingers tightened against my skin. “Are you sure, love?”

“Positive,” I said, my voice barely audible.

The campfire flickered, the world narrowing to just the two of us. His lips brushed mine, tentative at first, but as I pressed closer, the kiss deepened, his hand sliding from my jaw to tangle in my hair.

Somewhere behind me, Killian let out a low whistle, and Callum chuckled softly.

“Good thing they’re not subtle,” Thorne muttered against my lips, a rare full smile breaking across his face.

I laughed, the sound muffled as I kissed him again, letting myself drown in the warmth of his touch and the weight of his presence.

For the first time, I didn’t care who was watching. In fact, I liked that they were. My clit pulsed just thinking about it.

Thorne’s lips were warm, firm, and steady on mine. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me close as the world around usblurred into nothing but the soft crackle of the fire and the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.

I wanted more.

I wanted the strength in his touch, the warmth of his gaze, the quiet steadiness he carried even when the world threatened to shatter around us.

Before I could second-guess myself, I shifted, rising to my knees and sliding into his lap. My hands rested on his shoulders for balance, my knees bracketing his thighs. The movement caught him off guard, his eyes widening slightly as I settled against him, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his hands found my waist, his grip firm and grounding as he steadied me. I rolled my hips, grinding myself against his cock.

He was hard for me.

Very hard.

I liked that.

“Zara,” he said softly.

I leaned in, my hands trailing from his shoulders to his jaw, tilting his face so I could look into his eyes.

They were so very beautiful.

They were a pale, icy blue, the color of ice over deep water—cold at first glance, but with something deeper lurking beneath the surface. They held a quiet intensity, but now, as I tilted his face toward mine, that hardness wavered. For a brief moment, I saw something else—something vulnerable maybe, a flicker of warmth, buried deep beneath the frost.

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