Page 148 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“Damn right she’s not,” Jace mutters, already stroking himself as he watches. “Look at her.”

I move slower, dragging myself up his length before sliding back down, letting the fullness spread through me, letting the moment hit.

This isn’t just fucking. This iseverything.

Wes sits up, chest to chest now, arms wrapping tight around me. His forehead drops to mine.

“Mine,” he says, breath ragged. “You hear me?”

I nod, my eyes glassy. “I’ve always been yours.”

His pace quickens, hips snapping up into me with every thrust. I ride him harder and faster, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure builds again, deep and sharp and inevitable, until he shifts, rising to his knees and pulling me with him. I’m practically upright in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, my chest pressed tightly to his.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and his lips brush the place he’s almost bitten before.

“You ready?” he whispers.

His voice cracks, and I nod, trembling. “Please,” I whisper. “I want to be yours. I always was.”

The pain of his bite is sharp and fierce; a flash of heat that comes quickly, and then it’s gone, drowned instantly by the pleasure that crashes through both of us. His knot swells, locking deep inside me as I fall apart in his arms, sobbing his name, shaking as another orgasm tears through me.

It’s a wave I’ve been waiting years to drown in, and he holds me through it, moaning against my throat as he follows me over the edge. His body jerks as he spills into me with a guttural groan, and he doesn’t let go.

Not when it’s over. Not when we’re shaking and slick and tangled and gasping for breath. He stays wrapped around me,his damp forehead pressed to my neck, mouth resting against my bond mark.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly against my skin. “I’m so sorry, Aimee. For everything. Forbefore.I didn’t know how to handle it, and I thought I could fight it; but I swear, Ineverstopped wanting you.”

I press my hand to the back of his head, threading my fingers through his thick curls.

“I know,” I breathe. “I always knew.”

His arms tighten. “I love you,” he murmurs, voice breaking again. “You’re everything, Aimee. My everything.”

“I love you too,” I tell him. “All of you.”

Wes exhales shakily and shifts us with careful strength, guiding me down so that we’re positioned onto our sides while staying locked inside me. His arms wrap around me from behind, his huge chest warm against my back, his thick knot still nestled deep inside me. I can feel every inch of him, and I want to.

Ineverwant to forget this.

Jace moves in instantly, pressing close to my front. His face is flushed and sleepy, his striking green eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey,” I whisper back.

He leans forward to kiss me. It’s gentle and unhurried, and I smile at the sweetness of it.

Cam lies sideways across the foot of the bed, propped up on one elbow as he starts rubbing lazy circles into my calf, then up to my thigh.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he says, smiling up at me. “More than good.”

My heart feels full to bursting.

Eventually, Wes’s knot finally begins to ease, and with a low groan, he slowly slips free. He stays close; one arm still wrapped tightly around my waist, protective even in his exhaustion. I shift slightly, and Cam moves up automatically, fitting himself into the curve of my side with his head on my hip, one of his hands draped possessively over my belly.

Jace sighs and buries his face in my neck, one leg thrown across mine. Wes’s breathing deepens behind me, his lips brushing the top of my spine as he finally relaxes.

We’re all tangled together now. A messy, beautiful heap of limbs and warmth and bond, and for once in my chaotic, stubborn, scent-matched life; I don’t feel overwhelmed.

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