Page 27 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“Instinct.” He nips my throat. “Suppressed or not, your bodyknows.”

“In that case,” I pant, hips rocking, “my body’s a traitor.”

He grins as he rubs slow, maddening circles over me. “Your body’sperfect.”

And that’s when I die. Or climax. Honestly, it’s unclear.

His fingers slide inside, and I slap a hand over my mouth. “Jesus,” I hiss.

“Yeah?” Jace leans in. “Is that the name you’re gonna moan, or are you sticking with mine?”

“Shutup,” I gasp, clutching tightly to his thick forearm.

He curls his fingers just right, and my head hits the back of the seat as everything goes white.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, breath hot against my throat. “So fucking pretty like this. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, do you, Omega?”

“I—” I try, but what comes out is a moan and his name, breathless and unhinged: “Jace…”

That sound—his name on my lips—does something to him. His pupils blow wide, and he drags me forward, flipping me onto his lap so that I end up straddling him; thighs shaking, dressbunched at my waist, slick heat pressed against the thick length of his cock through the denim.

He pauses, green eyes locked on mine, hands anchored at my hips.

“You want this?”

I hesitate.

“…Say it, Aimee.”

My thighs twitch. “I want this,” I whisper. “Ineedit.”

One of his hands tightens on my hip while the other slides down to cup the back of my thigh, lifting it higher around him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

(That word again. That dangerous, forbidden, wreck-me-on-sight word.

I don’t survive it any better this time.)

His cock nudges where I’m soaked and throbbing, heavy and hot and poised. My whole body arches in response, and he swears under his breath.

“Fuck. You feel—god, Aimee.”

Then he shifts his weight, fumbles his jeans lower, and lines up against my entrance. I brace for it, but nothing prepares me for the slow, thick press of him sliding in.

“Oh my—”

My voice breaks into a moan as he pushes deeper, all the way in with one long stroke that steals the air from my lungs. My back arches as pleasure detonates low in my belly.

“You okay?” he pants.

I nod.Violently.

Words are gone. My brain’s been scrambled.

“That was…” I exhale, trembling. “A lot.”

“You’re telling me. You’re tight as fuck,” he says. “You were made to take me, weren’t you?”

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