Page 127 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“I should’ve—” My voice catches on a sob. “I should’ve told you. I was so scared. I thought I’d ruin it.”

“You didn’t ruin a damn thing,” Jace says, his mouth against my cheek now, his hand tangled in my hair. “You gave us something we didn’t think we’d ever get. Let us give it back.”

Cam’s thrusts pick up, but he never loses that sweetness; and then he pulls out.

I don’t even have time to protest. His release spills hot over my skin, and he collapses forward, wrapping both arms around my waist, chest heaving as he breathes me in. He kisses my hairline, my jaw, the tip of my nose—

Then Wes steps in.

He’s already shirtless, and those deep, stormy eyes are blown wide with something between hunger and pain. Jace shifts behind me on the bed, still close enough that I feel the heat of him at my back. Cam brushes a kiss to my temple and murmurs, “We’ve got you, sunshine,” before sitting back.

But it’s Wes I’m watching.

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice wrecked and quiet. “Aimee, I need you to be absolutely sure.”

I nod, legs trembling with how much Ineed. “I’m sure,” I whisper. “I want you. Please.”

Wes lowers me back into the nest with a gentleness that cuts deeper than anything else. “You smell like heat and heartbreak,” he mutters. “Like everything I should’ve fought harder for.”

“You’re here now,” I breathe. “That’s what matters.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “No more lies. No more running.”

“No more,” I promise.

And then he pushes into me.

The stretch steals the breath from my lungs. He’s deep in one smooth stroke, and my legs wrap around his hips without thought.

My body recognizes his. Craves it, even.

Wes pulls back and thrusts again, harder this time,rougher; and I gasp as the pleasure sparks up my spine.

“Mine,” he snarls. “This should’ve been mine to protect. Mine to take care of. And Ileftyou.”

“You’re not too late,” I choke out. “You’re here. I need you. I need all of you.”

Cam strokes a hand through my hair. “We’re here, baby. We’re right here.”

His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me slightly, angling deeper, and I sob his name when he hits the spot that makes me see stars. He pins my wrists above my head, scent washing over me like a tidal wave—amber and cedar and fury—and I want it. I want to drown in it.

“I thought you hated me,” I gasp.

Wes’s eyes blaze. “I tried. Itriedto hate you.” He drives into me again, hips snapping. “Didn’t work. Couldn’t stop caring. Couldn’t stopwantingyou.”

My vision goes blurry. Every thrust drives me higher. Every growl, every muttered curse, every whispered promise from Cam and Jace holds me together while Wes tears me apart.

“Please—” I gasp. “Claim me.Markme. I want—need—”

Wes freezes, and the whole room stills. Instinct claws at me,begging, and Wes lowers his head to my throat, right to the spot where Iachefor him.

He presses his lips to the bond site, breath ragged—

And then he whispers, “Not like this.”

I shatter. Tears spill from my eyes, but it’s not rejection. It’s the weight of what he’s giving me by holding back, by waiting.

“We want it too,” Cam says softly, moving to press his forehead to mine. “God, wewantit, sunshine. But not while your heat’s pulling the strings.”

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