Page 91 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

I guide her forward a little more, keeping my hand firm on her hip as Cam strokes her cheek, lining himself up. He eases in slowly, his other hand coming down to cradle her jaw as her lips seal around him.

“My god, look at that,” I murmur, fingers sliding up her spine, palm splayed between her shoulders. “You’re fucking perfect like this.”

And then I slide in from behind.

She moans around Cam’s cock, her whole body shuddering. Her pussy clenches hard around me, tight and slick and so fucking hot I nearly lose it in a single thrust.

“JesusChrist,” I hiss. “You really were made for this, Aimee. So fucking perfect for this pack.”

She rocks between us; Cam stroking her cheek, his eyes heavy with awe, while I thrust into her from behind, letting her feel every inch. Her moans are muffled and messy, spit pooling around Cam’s cock as he groans and murmurs praise after praise, thumb stroking across her chin.

I grip her hips tighter, driving into her with more force now.

“She’s so fucking good,” I growl. “Taking us both like that.”

“Doing so good, baby,” Cam says, voice strained, his cock twitching in her mouth. “So soft—so sweet—fuck—”

Her whole body quakes between us, overwhelmed but greedy for more. She flutters around my cock as I fuck into her harder; wet and tight and begging for it.

But I don’t give it to her. Not all of it.

Not yet.

I bite down a groan, gritting my teeth as I slow my thrusts, keeping them deep and deliberate, denying both of us the edge we’re crawling toward. My knot’s beginning to swell at the base, not fully formed, but threatening.

My hands tremble as I pull back. My forehead presses to her shoulder for a second as I breathe hard, grounding myself in her scent and forcing my body to behave.

“You okay?” Cam murmurs, brushing her hair back from her face. He’s still cradling her jaw, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth in slow, shallow strokes, letting her breathe.

She nods, then moans around him again when I drive back in, deeper this time, but still holding that edge.

“She’s more than okay,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her shoulder. “She’s a fuckingmiracle.”

She’s closeagain, and so am I, but I won’t finish like this—won’t knot her by accident, won’t fuck up something sacred just because I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

I press a kiss to her spine and pull out slowly, panting against her skin. “I need—fuck—I need to move you.”

She whimpers at the loss, and I stroke a hand down her back in apology.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

Cam shifts instantly to help, already knowing what I mean.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says softly, guiding her back into the pillows, onto her back this time. Her legs are open wide, trembling and covered in our combined slick, the insides of her thighs shining with it. Her chest heaves, her lips wet and swollen from Cam’s cock, and she looks completely fucked out.

Still, she reaches for me.

“I want—” she starts, voice rough. “Jace—please, I want—”

“I know,” I breathe, crawling over her and kissing her hard. “You’ll have me. Just not likethat.Not yet.”

Cam’s already shifting between her thighs, kissing his way down the flushed skin of her belly. Her legs fall open, revealing theway her cunt glistens with need. The smell of her hits hard, and I groan as I shift up onto my knees beside her head.

“Look at you,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, still drenched in our combined slick. “You want to finish me off with that pretty mouth while Cam fills your perfect little cunt?”

She nods, dazed and eager, lips parted, breath uneven. “Fuck,yes.”

“Good girl.” I stroke a thumb along her jaw, guiding her gently. “Back against the headboard, hands on my thighs. Let me set the pace.”

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