Page 89 of The Pack

His thumb grazed over my bottom lip, his touch feather-light.

“Open your eyes,” Magnus whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Look at me.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting his silver ones. The look in his eyes, a mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness, made my breath hitch.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smile.

My heart stuttered, and I let out a shaky breath.

Gently, he lifted my chin and brushed his lips against mine. It was a barely there kiss, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me all the same.

Magnus pulled away, his gaze searching mine.

I stared back at him, my heart hammering, the ache between my legs growing more urgent.

Killian’s hands moved from my hair, his fingers trailing lightly down my throat, tracing patterns over my skin that made my breath catch again. Callum’s hands were still on my thighs, his touch growing bolder, his fingers inching higher with each pass.

“Rinse off, love,” Killian instructed, and I sank below the water, washing away all the soap left on my body.

The next thing I knew, Thorne and Tobias had joined the others and were lifting me from the bath. The cool air hit my wet skin, and I let out a gasp, my arms instinctively moving to cover myself.

“None of that,” Killian said, his grin returning as he took one of my hands and gently pulled it away. “You’ve got no reason to hide from us, Zara.”

Tobias had discovered blankets earlier, and had thoroughly shaken them out, flapping them around outside. Callum was already waiting with one now, his eyes warm as he draped it over my shoulders and wrapped it around me.

“Here,” he said, his voice soothing as he began to dry me off, the rough fabric comforting against my damp skin.

Thorne worked alongside him, his hands gentle as he rubbed the blanket over my arms and legs. Tobias stepped closer, another blanket in hand. He met my gaze as he draped it around my now dry body, his dark eyes intense, but filled with a new, quiet warmth.

When they were done, they guided me toward the fire, its warmth licking at my skin as they laid me down on a bed of soft furs. The makeshift bedding smelled faintly of earth and moss, but it was softer than I expected, and the heat from the flames chased away the lingering chill.

I sank into the furs, sighing as I curled into a ball, watching as the five of them took turns bathing and cleaning themselves off. The blankets were warm, and the fur beneath them was soft and supple. The heat from the fire danced across my skin, and I couldn’t help but think that, after everything, I was exactly where I was supposed to be: Surrounded by men who were quickly becoming much more to me than just my protectors. Much more than just my lovers.

They settled in around me, their bodies pressing against mine, their arms draping over my shoulders and hips, their hands caressing my bare skin. A deep sense of peace washed over me, a calm that settled into my bones and made me feel safer than I’d ever felt before.

Their presence was raw temptation, their bodies warm and solid against mine, and I couldn’t stop the surge of desire that rose inside me unbidden. I closed my eyes, my breathing growing heavier as the tension built in my core. My hands moved instinctively, trailing down my body until they found the soaking wetness between my thighs.

I heard a low groan from somewhere nearby, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I grew bolder.

My fingers slipped deeper, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves that ached for attention. My head fell back against the furs, a moan escaping my lips as I teased and stroked the delicate flesh of my clit.

Callum’s voice was rough and low, his words barely audible above the roar of the flames. “Fuck, Zara. What are you doing to us?”

Killian’s hand closed over mine, his touch gentle, but firm as he guided my movements.

“There, lass,” he murmured, his accent thick with lust. “That’s it.”

My body hummed with need, a wave of pleasure building inside me, threatening to break at any moment.

The blankets shifted around me, and I felt someone else move closer. A pair of lips pressed against mine, soft and insistent, a tongue darting into my mouth, teasing me.

I moaned against the kiss, the sound muffled as the heat between my legs intensified.

I was so close, teetering on the edge of climax already, the tension inside me straining for release.

Killian’s grip tightened, his fingers guiding mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Come for us, lass,” he whispered, his words a seductive command.

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