Page 28 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

My cunt clenches around him in agreement.

“Stop talking,” I gasp, nails in his shoulders. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” He kisses me again, rough and reverent, before rocking his hips up into me. “You are.Ifeel it.Youfeel it. I cansmell it.”

“Donot—” I arch with the next thrust. “—talk about my scent.”

“Why not, sweetheart?” He grins against my jaw. “I can smelleverything. You’re dripping for me. Blockers aren’t hiding shit.”

“Jace.”

“What?” he laughs. “You want me to pretend I don’t know what you need? That your cunt isn’t begging for it?”

“Jace,” I say again, my teeth clenched.

He rolls his hips up, up,up, and my whole body jolts.

“You’re clenching like you want me to knot you.”

“I don’t knot on the first date,” I tell him.

“Me neither,” he pants. “Let’s call this a post-date demonstration.”

I choke on a laugh and a moan rolled into one. “You’re deranged.”

“You’re wet,” he counters. “Wet and wrecked. Sweet little Omega pretending this isn’t the best thing you’ve ever felt.”

“I’m not exactly purring,” I counter, though it’s taking everything in me not to.

He grins again, nipping my jaw. “You’reclose.”

He shifts the angle, moving us so that I'm lay out on my back against the seats while he hovers over me, and I swear I see stars.

“Fuck—you keep getting tighter,” he says. “So sweet. So good for me.”

“Shutup.”

He kisses me then, tongue teasing and hands rough. One cups my neck while the other keeps my thighs spread wide, and he starts to fuck me properly; his thrusts relentless, hips snapping as though he’s got something to prove.

“This how you wanted it?” he pants. “All filthy and full in the back of my SUV?”

I can’t speak. The sounds we’re making—the wet slap of skin, the grind of leather, the obscene squelch of slick—are enough to get us arrested on multiple charges.

“You’re letting me take you like this,” he growls, breath ragged. “Letting me feel how perfect you are around my cock.”

I claw at his back, unable to answer with anything coherent as I clench tightly around him.

“You feel it too,” he pants, insistent. “You don’t wanna admit it, but Iknowyou feel it.”

“I’m—” I gasp. “Oh my god—I’m gonna—”

“Let go,” he groans, mouth on my neck. “Come on, pretty girl. Let me feel you fall apart.”

He pinches my clit—just right—and I detonate. Everything shatters as my body locks, cunt fluttering, thighs squeezing around his waist. I cry out into his shoulder, barely conscious, barely coherent.

“Fuck,yes,” he snarls.

His hips jerk, then stop cold, and his whole body trembles with restraint.

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