Page 113 of Found by the Pack

“I can’t,” I whisper, but even as I say it, I’m leaning closer, my thumb stroking her jaw.

Her lips part, trembling. “Then don’t stop me.”

She shifts, the sheet slipping lower. Her breasts are bare again, flushed and peaked, and she looks at us like she’s offeringherself up. Like she trusts us not to break her even as she begs us to.

Gabe growls, the sound feral. “Fuck it.” He lowers himself again, gripping her thighs, spreading her open. She gasps, her head thrashing against the pillow, a cry tearing from her throat.

I stay beside her, my hand stroking her face, her hair, her trembling arm. She turns to me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Shep.”

“I’m here,” I whisper, kissing her temple, then her damp cheek, then her lips. She kisses me back, frantic, her tongue sliding against mine as another moan rips out of her.

Gabe groans against her, obscene sounds filling the room. He’s lost, his shoulders flexing as his head moves between her legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear, her throat. My hand slides over her chest, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She cries out, her back arching, pressing herself harder into both of us.

She grabs my hand suddenly, drags it down her stomach, lower, lower, until I’m pressing against her abdomen, holding her down so she can’t thrash away from Gabe’s mouth.

“Please,” she gasps, her lips brushing my palm, kissing it again, clinging to it.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“Yes,” she sobs, her thighs clamping around Gabe’s head. “God, yes.”

I can feel Gabe’s growl vibrate up through the mattress, through her body, into mine. My cock twitches painfully, her other hand fumbling at my trousers again. She finds me, squeezes, and my head drops forward with a groan.

“I want to think,” I rasp, my forehead pressed to hers. “I want to stop. But I can’t.”

“Don’t,” she begs.

Her hand strokes me harder, and I bite back a curse. My body betrays me, hips jerking into her palm.

Gabe lifts his head, his jaw slick, his eyes black. “She’s dripping,” he snarls, ragged. He fists himself, his knuckles white, then spits between her thighs and dives back in.

Sadie screams, clutching me so hard her nails dig into my skin. Her cries are wild, sobbing, frantic. I kiss her hard, swallowing the sound, my hand gripping her hair, pulling her closer.

Her body is trembling uncontrollably. She’s gasping, begging, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Gabe groans into her, his shoulders jerking. I stroke her breast, her stomach, pressing her down, forcing her to stay open for him. My own cock aches, throbs, but all I can do is kiss her, whisper to her, hold her together.

“You’re safe,” I murmur against her lips. “We’ve got you. Let go.”

Her eyes lock on mine, wild, glazed, and then she breaks.

Her scream is hoarse, tearing through the room as her body bows, every muscle locking. Her thighs squeeze Gabe, her hips jerking, her hands clawing at me as she convulses.

I hold her down, my palm firm on her stomach, feeling every spasm, every quake. Gabe doesn’t stop, his growls muffled against her until she’s sobbing, writhing, shaking apart.

“Beautiful,” I whisper, kissing her face, her damp hair, my own breath ragged. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Finally, she collapses, limp, tears streaking her cheeks, her chest heaving. Gabe drags himself up, his mouth wet, his chest heaving, his fist still tight around himself. He looks wrecked, undone.

I cradle her, pulling the sheet back up, tucking it around her trembling body. Her eyes flutter half-shut, her lips forming my name.

“Shep.”

“I’m here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead, holding her tight against me. My cock is still hard, my body screaming, but all I can do is rock her gently, stroke her hair, whisper nonsense until her breathing evens.

Her hand slips from mine, falling heavy against the mattress. Her lashes flutter, her body slackening into sleep.