Page 73 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“You,” she chokes. “Both of you. I’myours.”

My fingers curl just right.

“Then come for us,” I whisper, voice barely more than a breath against her cheek. “Now.”

Aimee splinters.

The sound she makes isn’t neat or delicate—it’s raw. A scream dragged straight from her chest as her entire body jerks forward, thighs locking around our wrists. She clamps down on our fingers, and Jace groans beside her, kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Her hips twitch helplessly with the last tremors of her release, and her head drops back against my shoulder, her lips parted and her eyes fluttering closed. It’s impossible to bite back my grin when I can feel every stuttering breath against my neck.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, cupping her jaw. “Breathe.”

Jace slows his movements first, and I follow his lead, matching the getnler rhyth and coaxing her down while she trembles between us.

She’s quiet for a few long seconds, then she lets out a shaky little laugh. “Holy…shit.”

We finally remove our fingers, and she twitches at the loss, her muscles clenching as if they already miss us. Slick coatsour hands, thick and warm, and we both freeze for a moment; looking at her, then at each other.

Jace lifts his hand halfway to his mouth on instinct, but Aimee catches his wrist.

“Wait.”

He stills, and she tilts her head, lazy and smug, a smirk ghosting over her lips.

“Swap.”

I blink. “Swap?”

She nods, eyes glittering under the flicker of the movie screen. “I want to watch.”

“Fuck,” Jace chuckles. “You really are trouble.”

“You love it,” she whispers, her voice a satisfied purr.

We do.God, we do.

We trade in silence—his fingers to my mouth, mine to his—and it’s not just filthy, it’sintimate. My pulse pounds as I take his fingers between my lips and drag my tongue slowly across the pads, sucking her taste clean. Across from me, Jace groans, eyes locked on her as he wraps his lips around mine, sucking them down just as deep, just as filthy.

Aimee's gaze flickers between us both, utterly transfixed. Her thighs twitch slightly, still resting across our laps, as if the sight of us being pleasured by the taste of her alone withherbetween us is enough to push her back to the edge. She whimpers softly—no touch, justwatching—and I swear I see her pupils dilate again.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, barely holding herself up. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jace pulls off my fingers with a softpop, eyes still locked on her. “You like seeing your alphas savor you, baby?”

“Yes.God, yes.” She nods. “That was… I don’t evenknowwhat that was.”

I’m still hard, painfully so, but it fades to the background because this moment is bigger than that. This isn’t just lust; it’sdevotion. It’s the kind of peace I didn’t think I’d ever find—this girl, wrecked and glowing between us, trusting us with her pleasure, her scent, her body. Watching us claim her without even needing to touch her again.

My chest tightens, my hand moving automatically to brush her damp hair off her flushed face. “That was more than perfect,” I whisper. “You’re…”

Mine. Ours.Everything.

I swallow hard, emotion punching straight through my ribs. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Aimee.”

Her eyes meet mine, then Jace’s, blinking slow as a tear slips down her cheek.

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