Page 71 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

She kisses me like she’s been doing it forever: open-mouthed and demanding. Her hand curls around my shoulder as my hand drifts further down to her thigh.

We’ve never shared an omega before. Me and Jace and Wes—we’ve always known we’d end up bonded to the same one, one day. That was the dream, the unspoken promise that came with packhood, but I never imaginedher. I never imagined we’d get to be loved and cared for by an omega like Aimee: an omega who’s sharp and soft, flirty and wicked, who drags us under with a smile and a scent that’s been driving me wild from day one.

Her legs fall open a little more, and we don’t hesitate. Jace’s hand slides under the hem of her shorts from one side, and mine follows suit from the other, slipping under the waistband to trace the delicate skin just beneath it.

We’re not even inside her yet. We’re just touching—palming the heat between her thighs, trailing teasing strokes over soaked fabric—but her breath catches as her lips part in a soft, involuntary sound.

“Aimee,” Jace sighs.

She turns her head to him, breath hitching when his fingers shift higher. We’re savoring her; letting her feel how much we want her, how muchthismatters, and she rewards us for it in the way she moans and writhes and arches up into our hands.

Her forehead presses to Jace’s, their eyes fluttering shut, then she turns toward me, cheek brushing mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmur, hand already sliding deeper.

She groans. “Fuck, that's good. I... I needmore.”

Jace's mouth trails from her jaw to her collarbone. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific, sweetheart,” he says low against her skin. “You meanhim, orme?”

“Both,” she responds without hesitation. “Don’t care who, just—more.”

We both move at once, overcome with something primal and stupid and so-in-love-with-her-I-can’t-breathe.

Jace’s eyes catch mine when our knuckles brush. For a second, I swear that none of us evenbreathe; but then Jace groans low in his throat.

“You’re unreal, Aims,” he mutters, dragging two fingers down the slick line of her panties until they meet mine again at the soaked center. “You’ve been hiding this from us both?”

Aimee writhes slightly, her hips rocking into our joined hands. She’s panting now, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown wide.

“Wasn’t hiding,” she gasps. “I just... had to be sure.”

I kiss her temple. “Sure of what, sweetheart?”

She meets my eyes, then turns to Jace. “That you’d make this worth the wait.”

Jace chuckles and leans in, mouth brushing the curve of her neck.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “You thought I was too much on myown?Between Cam and I, we’re going to fuckingruinyou.”

My cock twitches painfully behind the denim of my jeans, but I grit my teeth and breathe through it.

Not yet. This is about her. It’sallabout her.

Jace’s touch stays over the fabric, slow circles with the pad of his thumb right against her clit, and her whole body jolts.

“Look at her,” he says, grinning as she moans into my collarbone. “Movie’s still playing, people all around, and this Omega’s out here soaking through her fucking shorts like she doesn’t care.”

“Idon’t,” Aimee whimpers. “Don’t care—just—touch me.”

She’s making these little gasping, broken noises that kill me; her head tipped back, body arching off the seat. The glow of the movie screen flashes across her face, catching on flushed cheeks, parted lips, sweat-damp hair sticking to her temples.

“You’ve got both our hands on you,” I murmur, brushing my fingers down the soaked seam of her underwear. “What more do you want, baby?”

She arches between us, desperate, needy. “Inside. I want you both inside.”

Jace hums. “She begs so pretty.”

---