Page 56 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, fingers digging into my hips as he sets a brutal rhythm. My vision is blurring, my slick running down my thighs, and his cock just keeps hitting that devastating spot over and over.

“This is just for research,” I whisper, trying to cling to something—anything—that’ll keep me from losing the last thread of sense I have.

“Yeah?” he laughs. “Learning how hard it is to resist an alpha who already knows how you taste? How you sound when you come? How your tight little pussygrabsfor me when I go slow?”

I whimper again, arching into him, shameless now.

“You wanna take notes, sweetheart?” he pants. “Or you wanna let me fuck you so good you forget your own fucking name?”

Fuck. I’m not coming back from this.

Jace doesn’t let up.

“Look at you,” he barks, his hips grinding deep and slow. “So fucking pretty like this. Bent over and soaked for your Alpha. You were made for this.”

My body is boneless except for the places he holds me up, but still, I nod. I can’t even lie to myself anymore—not when the evidence is smeared across my thighs and dripping onto the mat.

“Tell me you like it,” he barks. “Tell me how much you like when I fuck you like this.”

“I—I like it,” I gasp, and it’s not even close to enough, so I say it again, messier this time. “I fuckingloveit.”

“Yeah, you do.” He grins. “My perfect fucking Omega.”

The praise hits me harder than the stretch. His rhythm falters, his hips stuttering as he pulls out suddenly, cock slick and throbbing, glistening with everything he’s just ruined me with.

“Turn around,” he orders. “On your knees. Face me.”

I move before I can think, pupils blown wide and lips parted. He fists his slick-covered cock in one hand and drags the other through my hair, pulling the strands back from my face and keeping me steady as I tilt my chin up to meet him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he growls. “Wanna watch you take it all.”

My gaze flickers up—andfuck, our reflection isobscene. My lips are shiny with spit and desperation, and my pupils are so wide they nearly eclipse the color of my eyes. Jace's broad, sculpted body towers above me, every inch of him tensed and feral as he angles my face where he wants it.

“Open wide, sweetheart,” he rasps.

I obey.

“Atta girl,” he groans, andfuck, the way he says it makes my cunt clench around nothing.

His abs contract and his jaw locks. He grunts as his hand jerks faster, tighter, and then—

He comes.

The first spurt of his release lands hot and heavy on my tongue. I blink, slightly stunned by the taste.

The next stripe catches my lips, slick and hot, and the ones that follow after paint across my cheeks; a warm, filthy trail that drips down toward my jaw.

I stay there, breath shallow, mouth open, smeared and glistening and barely capable of thought as Jace breathes hard above me, the grip on my hair loosening just slightly. He drags his thumb across my cheek and then my lower lip, collecting the mess he made of me—

And when I part my lips and suck it in without hesitation, he groans again.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters. “So pretty with your mouth open and my cum on your face. You’re a fucking dream.”

I’m still panting, still ruined, still spit-slick and dripping.

“Guess that counts as your protein shake,” he adds casually.

I snort—actuallysnort—and immediately slap a hand over my face. “Oh my god.”

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