Page 145 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“Let me?” he asks.

I nod. “Do it.”

His breath catches as he strokes himself, and then he’s coming in thick, hot ropes that spill across my breasts and stomach. He paints me with his release, and his jaw clenches as he groans my name, hips stuttering as he finishes.

“Fuck,” he pants, dragging a shaky hand through his hair, then reaching down to gently smear it in, like hewantsme covered in him. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I could look at you forever.”

He leans down and presses one more kiss to the underside of my jaw—right beside his fresh mark—then rolls to the side, still glowing and panting as his fingers drag lazily across my skin. My pulse is still fluttering, my breath’s a mess; and I’m not evencloseto done.

A shadow falls over me, and then Jace is there: cracking his knuckles and grinning, his green eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.

“My turn,” he says, voice all gravel and promise.

I don’t even try to act coy. “Thought you were gonna stretch first, old man.”

He barks a laugh and leans in close, one hand bracing beside my head. “Keep running that smart mouth, baby. I’ll put it to better use.”

“She’s been waiting for your knot,” Wes murmurs, his own voice rough with pride.

“Such a patient girl,” Cam adds, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “She’s ready.”

My heart stutters. Jace has never knotted me before; and now he’s here, eyes locked on mine, every muscle in his body tight with restraint.

“You sure you’re ready?” he murmurs, bending down to brush his mouth across mine. “Because once I do this—once I claim you like this—there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” I whisper. “I want all of it. I want you.”

Jace doesn't kiss me this time. Instead, he flips me; one firm hand on my waist, the other tangling in my hair as he guides me onto all fours, pulling me back until my spine curves and my ass tilts up for him.

His favorite position.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes. "Bent over for me like you’ve been waiting your whole life."

I don’t have a witty comeback. After all, he can clearly see the way I’m already dripping for him.

He runs his palm over my lower back, then down, fingers spreading me wide.

"You’resoaked, Aims," he groans, more to himself than anyone. “All this for me?”

"Yes," I breathe. "For all of you."

“Good girl.”

The others watch as Jace lines himself up and slams in deep on the first thrust, and I cry out in pleasure at the glorious stretch.

"Fuck. Tightest cunt I’ve ever had, even with Cam warming you up for me.”

He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in with enough force to jolt me forward.

“You take it so well,” he praises, voice rough with awe. “So perfect like this. Can feel you squeezing me already.”

“Jace—” I gasp, barely able to stay upright.

He fists his hand into my hair and pulls it back, guiding me to exactly where he wants me. "Stay right there,” he barks. “You look so pretty like this. All flushed and desperate."

"She’s fuckinggorgeous,” Cam murmurs.

I can hear the wet, slick sound of Cam and Wes working their cocks as they watch Jace’s hand trails down my back again. He slides it around my stomach to tease my clit, and I yelp at the contact.

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