Page 17 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and drags them down in one smooth motion, my panties caught in the same sweep. The fabric drops to my ankles, and suddenly I’m bare from the waist down, bent over right in front of his face, every inch of me exposed and glistening.

I feel the weight of his stare before I even lift my head. A low, guttural groan punches from his chest, and I swear I feel it right between my legs.

“ Fuck, Aimee,” he breathes. “You’re—”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence; just exhales sharply through his nose. One of his hands moves to grip my hip while the other dips between my legs, his thick fingers spreading me open with obscene tenderness, thumb dragging through my slick. His eyes meet mine in the reflection and stay there.

“Oh, babe,” he whispers. “You’re dripping. ”

“Shut up,” I gasp, heat flaring to my face.

“Not a fucking chance. Not when you’re this fucking wet for me.”

And then his mouth is on me.

He presses in with a full, possessive swipe from the slick heat of my entrance all the way up to the swollen peak of my clit. His eyes flutter closed while his tongue drags again, slower this time, and his grip on me tightens.

He’s feasting . There’s nothing restrained about it: every lick is full of intent, every suck messy, every pass of his tongue a slow, devastating drag meant to claim. His stubble scrapes the backs of my thighs, and his nose presses flush to the cleft of my ass.

He groans and shifts lower, tilting my hips in his grip and spreading me wider.

“ Fuck ,” he mutters. “Look at this perfect fucking pussy. You know how good you taste, baby?”

I watch with blown-out eyes as his tongue dips between the curve of my ass and the tight pucker there.

He doesn’t stop: he stays .

His thumbs sink deeper into my thighs, spreading them as far apart as they’ll go, holding me open while he eats me out like he owns every inch of me. His tongue teases around the rim, then flattens, and I shudder above him.

“That’s it. Let me have it, baby. Let me get you messy.”

I sob. There’s no finesse left in me—no pretense, no restraint, just pure need .

My body is shaking, my thighs are slick and quivering, and my pussy clenches around nothing as he drags his tongue back up.

His mouth closes over my clit and he sucks; slow at first, then tight and rhythmic.

I jerk forward on instinct, trying to escape the onslaught, but he growls before he yanks me back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters. “You’re gonna take every fucking second.”

Then I feel it—his fingers.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “Fuck, baby. This pussy’s begging .”

I choke on a moan as he slides inside without resistance. I clench and jolt as he curls them just slightly, hitting something electric deep inside.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “You like it right there, don’t you?”

He sets a rhythm that’s slow at first, each thrust matched with the obscene sounds of his tongue still working my clit.

His other hand doesn’t stay idle, though.

It trails away between the slick mess of my thighs until it drags gently against my ass.

He circles me with his slick-coated thumb, gently teasing while his fingers fuck into my cunt, his tongue still flicking and sucking.

“Too much?” he asks, but he already knows the answer.

I shake my head frantically. “Don’t stop. Jace, don’t stop— ”

He groans, and that’s when he presses his thumb deeper. It's just the tip, but it's enough to make my whole body jerk.

The stretch is as filthy as it is perfect, and he works both of my holes slowly, his tongue relentless on my clit, his breath ragged between growls.

“You like that?” he rasps. “Fucking stuffed for me, baby. Look at you.”

I do.

The mirror is cruel . I’m flushed, ruined, hair stuck to my cheeks, back arched like a bitch in heat; and behind me— fuck —he’s still massive. On his knees, muscles tense, face buried between my legs. The look in his eyes is pure hunger, pure possession.

“I can feel you trying to hold it back,” he growls. “ Don’t . Let me have it.”

He pumps his fingers deeper, his thumb stroking tighter, his mouth locking over my clit and sucking hard . My legs tremble violently as my arms give out. I’m pressed fully to the mat, panting and sobbing, trying to hold myself together and failing miserably .

“Please—Jace, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls into me. “You will .”

“Jace,” I gasp. “ Oh my god— ”

My thighs clamp down as my orgasm washes over me. Mybody curls in while he works me through it, groaning into my cunt as though he’s getting off on the way I break, like my pleasure is the thing he’s been chasing all along.

I sob, breathless and boneless, twitching with aftershocks. He finally eases off, kisses my thighs like a fucking gentleman, licks one final stripe up my center, then stands to his full, ridiculous height. His cock is visibly straining against his shorts, and our eyes meet again.

“Cool-down stretch,” he smirks. “Told you it was good for you.”

His palm drifts over the curve of my ass in a warm, possessive touch—

Then he smacks it, loud enough to echo.

I jolt with a noise that isn’t even a word.

“Goddamn,” he drawls. “Look at that form. Back arched, knees just wide enough— textbook .”

“You’re insufferable,” I rasp.

“Uh-huh.” He bends to murmur against my shoulder, the words smug and sinful. “And you’re still dripping on my mat, sweetheart.”

I make another strangled sound and drop my head back down, heat flooding my face even as my body thrums with want all over again.

“Still with me, baby?” he murmurs. “Or did I fry your brain?”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He chuckles as he palms my hips again, his hands firm but unhurried as he gently adjusts my body. He coaxes me forward, then down further, until my forearms are flat and my spine arches instinctively.

I end up on my knees, head turned to the side, cheek pressing into the mat. I can feel his heat behind me, then— zip .

The sound of his shorts being undone is enough to make me whimper.

“You’re quiet,” he says, dropping to his knees behind me.“Where’s all that mouth now, sweetheart?”

I feel the heavy weight of his cock brush along the curve of my ass, slick already smeared across his skin from how wet I am.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re dripping for me.”

I try to react, but there’s little I can do when my limbs feel like Jell-O.

“You gonna be good for me?” he says, one hand wrapping around his length, the other palming my hip. “Let me fuck this sweet, messy pussy the way it needs?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I whisper, my voice ragged.

He guides the head of his cock to my entrance and drags it through the entire length of my slit, then higher, circling and probing against my ass with a curiosity that makes my entire body tense.

“You gonna let me have this one someday, too?” he murmurs as his thumb spreads me open, and he drags the head of his cock over both holes again. “ Fuck , look at you, Aimee. Dripping and twitching like you want it everywhere.”

I shudder, and then he rocks his hips once, twice, rubbing the full length of his cock through the slick mess between my thighs, smearing it up and around.

“Jace,” I gasp, because it's all I can manage.

“I know, baby,” he says, his breath ragged as he finally aligns himself at my cunt again. He sinks into me inch by inch, stretching me open so deep and so slow that I swear my vision whites out around the edges.

It burns. It blazes.

It’s too much and still not enough.

“Fuck, Aimee,” he snarls, both hands on my hips now. “You feel like heaven. So tight, so fucking full of me.”

He bottoms out with a growl and stays there for a beat, his hips flush with my ass, cock buried so deep I swear I can taste it, so deep that it feels like I’ll never get the shape of him out of my body.

My knees slide on the padded floor as he leans forward, one hand slipping palming my lower belly and pressing just enough to feel where he is inside me.

“Right there ,” he whispers against my ear. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me. Right where I belong.”

He drags back just a few inches and thrusts again, setting a brutal rhythm.

Every thrust is measured and intentional, deep enough that I can feel it in my throat, and I groan loudly as his hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back just enough to lock our gazes in the mirror.

My mouth drops open, a garbled whimper escaping as I stare at the image reflected back at me—his big body behind mine, glistening with sweat, muscles flexing, teeth bared in something that’s not even close to human.

“You see that?” he growls. “That’s mine. You, bent over and ruined and dripping on my floor. That’s my favorite fucking view.”

I make another choked sound, and his grin sharpens.

“Say it,” he commands. “Say this is mine.”

“This is— fuck —this is your—”

He slaps my ass, hard enough to sting, and I wail .

“Try again,” he snarls.

“It’s yours,” I cry out, dizzy with it. “It’s yours , Jace.”

“Good girl.” His voice is dark and thick with praise. “Now stay open for me.”

He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, fingers digging into my hips as he sets a brutal rhythm. My vision is blurring, my slick running down my thighs, and his cock just keeps hitting that devastating spot over and over.

“This is just for research,” I whisper, trying to cling to something— anything —that’ll keep me from losing the last thread of sense I have.

“Yeah?” he laughs. “Learning how hard it is to resist an alpha who already knows how you taste? How you sound when you come? How your tight little pussy grabs for me when I go slow?”

I whimper again, arching into him, shameless now.

“You wanna take notes, sweetheart?” he pants. “Or you wanna let me fuck you so good you forget your own fucking name?”

Fuck . I’m not coming back from this.

Jace doesn’t let up.