Page 55 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

I make another strangled sound and drop my head back down, heat flooding my face even as my body thrums with want all over again.

“Still with me, baby?” he murmurs. “Or did I fry your brain?”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He chuckles as he palms my hips again, his hands firm but unhurried as he gently adjusts my body. He coaxes me forward, then down further, until my forearms are flat and my spine arches instinctively.

I end up on my knees, head turned to the side, cheek pressing into the mat. I can feel his heat behind me, then—zip.

The sound of his shorts being undone is enough to make me whimper.

“You’re quiet,” he says, dropping to his knees behind me.“Where’s all that mouth now, sweetheart?”

I feel the heavy weight of his cock brush along the curve of my ass, slick already smeared across his skin from how wet I am.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’redrippingfor me.”

I try to react, but there’s little I can do when my limbs feel like Jell-O.

“You gonna be good for me?” he says, one hand wrapping around his length, the other palming my hip. “Let me fuck this sweet, messy pussy the way it needs?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I whisper, my voice ragged.

He guides the head of his cock to my entrance and drags it through the entire length of my slit, then higher, circling and probing against my ass with a curiosity that makes my entire body tense.

“You gonna let me have this one someday, too?” he murmurs as his thumb spreads me open, and he drags the head of his cock over both holes again. “Fuck, look at you, Aimee. Dripping and twitching like you want it everywhere.”

I shudder, and then he rocks his hips once, twice, rubbing the full length of his cock through the slick mess between my thighs, smearing it up and around.

“Jace,” I gasp, because it's all I can manage.

“I know, baby,” he says, his breath ragged as hefinallyaligns himself at my cunt again. He sinks into me inch by inch, stretching me open so deep and so slow that I swear my vision whites out around the edges.

It burns. It blazes.

It’s too much and still not enough.

“Fuck, Aimee,” he snarls, both hands on my hips now. “You feel like heaven. So tight, so fuckingfullof me.”

He bottoms out with a growl and stays there for a beat, his hips flush with my ass, cock buried so deep I swear I can taste it, so deep that it feels like I’ll never get the shape of him out of my body. My knees slide on the padded floor as he leans forward, one hand slipping palming my lower belly and pressing just enough to feel where he is inside me.

“Rightthere,” he whispers against my ear. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me. Right where I belong.”

He drags back just a few inches and thrusts again, setting a brutal rhythm. Every thrust is measured and intentional, deep enough that I can feel it in my throat, and I groan loudly as his hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back just enough to lock our gazes in the mirror. My mouth drops open, a garbledwhimper escaping as I stare at the image reflected back at me—his big body behind mine, glistening with sweat, muscles flexing, teeth bared in something that’s not even close to human.

“You see that?” he growls. “That’smine.You, bent over and ruined and dripping on my floor. That’s myfavoritefucking view.”

I make another choked sound, and his grin sharpens.

“Say it,” he commands. “Say this is mine.”

“This is—fuck—this is your—”

He slaps my ass, hard enough to sting, and Iwail.

“Try again,” he snarls.

“It’s yours,” I cry out, dizzy with it. “It’syours, Jace.”

“Good girl.” His voice is dark and thick with praise. “Now stay open for me.”

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