Page 47 of Taken By the Pack
“You made it clear I was just a friend.”
Silence.
Then, softer. “Or am I wrong?”
She looks down at me, searching. “That was then.”
“And now?”
“It’s... complicated.”
I exhale through my nose. “You sure you’re okay with this? For real? With Rowan, too?”
She shifts, propping her chin on my chest. “Are you?”
I shrug. “It’s not that weird. Pack of Alphas sharing an Omega isn’t anything new.”
Her brows lift slightly.
“Before my parents left, they had a third,” I add. “Sometimes it was an Omega, but most times I remember an Alpha coming by.”
Something flickers across her face. “You never talk about them. Your family, I mean.”
That familiar pang hits my gut, but I shove it down. “Not worth it, I promise.”
Her fingers move again, this time tracing the crest on my shoulder. The old heirloom, inked deep into my skin.
She whispers, “What does it mean?”
I glance down, brushing her knuckles with mine. “Family symbol. Generations old. A reminder of everything they built.”
Grace watches me carefully, fingers still tracing. Then, after a moment, she leans in, lips brushing my shoulder. “I just wanna stay here forever.”
“We could.”
She laughs quietly. “I have a flower order for Mrs. Clarke to take care of. I’m already late.”
I groan, pulling her closer. “Before you go, can I see?”
She blinks. “See what?”
I grin, running my tongue over my teeth. “That you came.”
Her lips part. Her nipples tighten against my chest, and fuck, I love that reaction.
My palm skates down, dipping past her waistband, fingers slipping through slick heat, and yeah, she’s soaked.
She gasps.
I smirk, pulling my fingers up, watching the way her eyes darken as I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean.
Her breath stutters.
I grin against my knuckles. “I’m gonna have so much fucking fun with you.”
She smiles and tilts her head, eyes locked on me, a challenge in her gaze. “You saw mine,” she murmurs. “So, I see yours.”
I cock a brow. “You sure about that?”
