Page 126 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

Their hands are on me, and I close my eyes as I let myself feel it.

Jace’s strength pressed against my back, his lips brushing the side of my neck. Cam’s fingers tease along the waistband of my sleep shorts, and Wes’s hand is still holding mine, but is now resting over my heart.

“You were burning alone,” Wes murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “But you’re not alone now. You’re not doing any of this alone again.”

And just like that, my nest doesn’t feel like a place I was abandoned. It feels likehome.

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Time warps after that. It bends and stretches around the heat in my body, around the way they’re touching me everywhere, all at once. I can’t tell where one of them ends and the next begins: I just know I’m not alone.

Large, dominant hands move over me with reverence and hunger while greedy mouths press to skin. My heat is thick in the air now, dizzying and primal, dragging us all under. I can’t breathe without tasting them, can’t think without feeling them.

Jace’s scent curls around my throat, and I instinctively tip my head back against his shoulder, baring my neck in surrender I can’t take back. My whole body is shaking with need, my skin damp, my thoughts gone. All that’s left is the throb between my legs and the low growl he lets out when I arch against him.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my ear. “You’re burning up for it, aren’t you? So fucking slick already. Could’ve had anyone take care of this, but you waited. You waited for us.”

His arm bands tight across my waist, holding me flush against his chest as he nudges the thick head of his cock over my cunt. He pushes inside me slowly, with a steady hand and a filthy groan, inch by inch until I’m stretched to my limit; and then past it.

“Oh—fuck, Jace—”

My legs threaten to give out, but he’s already got me. His other hand slips under my thigh, lifting and bracing it, keeping me open for him as he begins to move in deep, grounding thrusts. His knot isn’t even swollen yet, but I can feel the base of it dragging against my entrance, promising more.

“This heat,” he pants, voice breaking with it. “It’s been calling for us for days. You’ve been scenting your nest with it, haven’t you? Drenched in need while pretending you could wait.”

He presses a kiss to the side of my face, though he’s anything but gentle.

“Tell me you wanted this,” he snarls, and I sob as I nod, choking on the words.

“Yes—yes—I need—”

I come with a sound I don’t recognize, and he holds me through it, one hand over my belly, the other tangled in my sweat-damp hair. He pulls out before he loses control, groaning low as he releases across my lower back, his hands never leaving me. I feel the heat of it, the sting of air on sensitive skin, and the raw pulse of want still tugging at my core.

But more than anything, I feel him—his closeness, his restraint, and the shudder in his body that tells me he nearly didn’t stop. I collapse forward into my nest, my thighs sticky and sore and trembling, and Jace follows me down.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Cam’s next.

He kisses my tears before he does anything else, his body pressed against mine, his hand stroking low over my belly and soothing the ache Jace left behind.

“You’re doing so good, sunshine,” he whispers against my skin, voice hoarse with restraint. “So fucking beautiful like this. I’ve got you, yeah? I’ve got you.”

I nod, showing him I’m still here, still wanting, still open.

He pushes in slowly, and I sob at the stretch as his forehead drops.

“Jesus, baby,” he pants. “You’re so fucking warm. So tight. I don’t deserve this. Don’t deserve you.”

He starts to move, hips rolling into me in smooth, coaxing strokes that make my entire body shake. It’s overwhelming, the feeling of him inside me while Jace still holds me steady, his lips pressed to my temple, his scent wrapped around me like a safety net.

Cam touches me everywhere at once. Every time I whimper, he whispers something—soft words, sweet praise, breathless promises between groans and sighs.

“Wanted this for so long,” he murmurs. “Wanted you like this—loved you like this—even when I pretended not to. Even when I smiled and let Wes tell me you were trouble.”

I cry out when he grinds deeper, my nails raking across the blanket beneath me. My heat is a living thing now, and I feel like I’m unraveling at the seams.

“You’re everything,” Cam breathes. “You hear me?Everything. You don’t have to pretend, don’t have to play games. We’d have taken you any way you came to us. You’re already ours.”

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