Page 35 of Pack Plus One

“Come for me,” Mason commands, his voice rough as his fingers find her clit. “One more time.”

And she does, her body convulsing around him as she throws her head back against Liam’s shoulder, a wordless cry escaping her lips. Mason follows immediately, his control finally breaking as he pulls her down hard onto his cock, his release pulsing inside her.

Liam doesn’t last much longer, his hips jerking against her hand as he spills over her fingers with a low, ragged groan.

For a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of our uneven breathing.

Leah collapses against Mason’s chest, utterly spent. Her skin glistens with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her flushed face. She’s wrecked in the most beautiful way possible.

I move closer, unable to resist the urge to touch her again. My hand skims up her spine, feeling the subtle tremors that still run through her body. “You okay?” I murmur.

She turns her head to look at me, a slow, sated smile spreading across her lips. “Better than okay.”

We help her lie down in the center of the bed, the four of us arranging ourselves around her like protective satellites. I pull her against my chest, while Jude curls against her back. Liam settles at her feet, his hand resting on her ankle, while Mason stretches out beside me, his arm long enough to reach across and touch her hip.

She fits between us perfectly, as if the space was made for her all along.

I press a kiss to her temple, breathing in the combined scent of us all, realizing our scents are blending into something new and intoxicating.

Ours. The thought comes with force, but it feels right.

I glance at the others, and I can see it in their eyes too. In the way they look at her, at each other, at me.

This isn’t just about tonight.

It feels a lot like fate.

9

LIAM

The scent of Leah’s pleasure still lingers in the air as she collapses against the bed, her breathing ragged, her body limp with exhaustion.

Perfect.

I watch as Caleb strokes her hair, his usual intensity softened into something dangerously close to tenderness. Jude, ever the opportunist, sprawls across the foot of the bed, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk—his tongue still glistening from where he’d worked between her thighs. Mason lingers near the headboard, his fingers flexing absently as if remembering the way she’d clenched around them earlier.

And me?

I can still taste her on my tongue.

Four times.

Once for each of us.

Now she’s wrecked. Beautifully ruined. And I’m already calculating how to keep her here.

Not just for tonight. Not just for tomorrow.

For good.

Leah’s eyelids droop, her body sinking deeper into the mattress. “M’tired,” she mumbles, her voice slurred with satisfaction.

Jude grins, propping his chin on her knee. “That’s what happens when you come that hard, doll. Four times has to be some kind of record.”

She flushes gloriously, the color spreading from her cheeks down her neck to her chest as she buries her face in Caleb’s shoulder with a groan. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Jude’s grin widens. “We’re very proud of our accomplishments.”