Page 88 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“Don’t be sorry,” I growl, leaning in so she feels my breath on her mouth. “You’reours.”

“You want us, sweetheart?” Cam asks.

She nods, small and frantic.

“Words, baby,” I whisper. “You have to tell us.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

Her need pulses through the room and saturates the air, curling around the pack-bond that hasn’t even been made yet and still feels unbreakable.

I lean in and kiss her lightly at first, then fuller,deeper, her lips soft and sweet under mine. She whimpers, tilting her chin to chase it.

“Been thinkin’ about this,” I say against her mouth. “You. Under us. Between us. You’re gonna let us take care of you now, yeah?”

She nods, breathless.

“Don’t make me say it again. I need those words, baby.”

“Please, Jace. I need you.Bothof you.”

Cam lifts her leg slightly, opening her up more between us as his hand slides lower, cupping her.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “She’s soaked.”

“Yeah?” I say, keeping my voice steady even as my cock throbs. “That for me or for you?”

Her cheeks burn.

“It’s for youboth,” she whispers.

God help me.

I nudge her thighs wider and slide my fingers along the inside of one, teasing her. Her hips jerk in response.

“So sensitive,” I coo, brushing another kiss to her jaw. “You always this wet when you wake up between alphas?”

Cam’s hand rises to stroke along her stomach, and I slide mine over the inside of her thigh until I feel the heat of her.

And the slick.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Her hips jolt as I draw lazy circles around her clit. Cam presses his chest more firmly to her back before his hand joins mine again between her thighs, finding that perfect rhythm just beneath where I tease.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her. “So fucking sweet like this.”

Her breathing starts to hitch, her hips rock into our hands, searching and desperate. She’s still panting when I press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, then trail lower. Her skin’s warm beneath my lips, and I take my time, kissing down the center of her chest, letting her feel every breath, every brush of my mouth.

Cam brushes her damp hair gently away from her face, his voice a rasp against her temple. “Too much, baby?”

“No.” Her voice is hoarse. “Not enough.”

Fuck.

My mouth curls into a grin against her skin.

“Good girl,” I murmur again. She whimpers at the praise. “Just lie back,” I say, nuzzling lower, over the gentle slope of her stomach, my voice like a promise. “Let us worship you, yeah?”

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