Page 18 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

“Look at you,” he barks, his hips grinding deep and slow. “So fucking pretty like this. Bent over and soaked for your Alpha. You were made for this.”

My body is boneless except for the places he holds me up, but still, I nod. I can’t even lie to myself anymore—not when the evidence is smeared across my thighs and dripping onto the mat.

“Tell me you like it,” he barks. “Tell me how much you like when I fuck you like this.”

“I—I like it,” I gasp, and it’s not even close to enough, so I say it again, messier this time. “I fucking love it.”

“Yeah, you do.” He grins. “My perfect fucking Omega.”

The praise hits me harder than the stretch. His rhythm falters, his hips stuttering as he pulls out suddenly, cock slick and throbbing, glistening with everything he’s just ruined me with.

“Turn around,” he orders. “On your knees. Face me.”

I move before I can think, pupils blown wide and lips parted. He fists his slick-covered cock in one hand and drags the other through my hair, pulling the strands back from my face and keeping me steady as I tilt my chin up to meet him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he growls. “Wanna watch you take it all.”

My gaze flickers up—and fuck , our reflection is obscene . My lips are shiny with spit and desperation, and my pupils are so wide they nearly eclipse the color of my eyes. Jace's broad, sculpted body towers above me, every inch of him tensed and feral as he angles my face where he wants it.

“Open wide, sweetheart,” he rasps.

I obey.

“Atta girl,” he groans, and fuck , the way he says it makes my cunt clench around nothing.

His abs contract and his jaw locks. He grunts as his hand jerks faster, tighter, and then—

He comes.

The first spurt of his release lands hot and heavy on my tongue. I blink, slightly stunned by the taste.

The next stripe catches my lips, slick and hot, and the ones that follow after paint across my cheeks; a warm, filthy trail that drips down toward my jaw.

I stay there, breath shallow, mouth open, smeared and glistening and barely capable of thought as Jace breathes hard above me, the grip on my hair loosening just slightly. He drags his thumb across my cheek and then my lower lip, collecting the mess he made of me—

And when I part my lips and suck it in without hesitation, he groans again.

“ Fuck , look at you,” he mutters. “So pretty with your mouth open and my cum on your face. You’re a fucking dream.”

I’m still panting, still ruined, still spit-slick and dripping.

“Guess that counts as your protein shake,” he adds casually.

I snort— actually snort—and immediately slap a hand over my face. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. That was adorable. ”

“You just came on my face,” I deadpan. “Don’t call me adorable.”

“Can’t help it,” he says, looking smug as sin as he reaches down and pulls me gently to my feet.

His hand cradles the back of my neck, thumb stroking once behind my ear before he leans in and kisses me. It’s slow and dirty—the kind of kiss that tastes like heat and filth and something I’m not supposed to want again.

“You’re lethal,” I mutter when we part.

He shrugs one shoulder, still close enough to kiss me again. “And you keep coming back for more.”

“Unfortunately.”

“ Fortunately ,” he corrects, smirking as he tugs me toward the back office. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have you walking out of here glowing like that without at least wiping off the evidence.”

“Glowing?”

He eyes me over his shoulder. “You’re radiant, baby. Like you just got blessed.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Only because I’m right.”

His office is thankfully private, with a mini bathroom and a stash of towels. He wets one and hands it to me, watching with entirely too much satisfaction as I wipe off my face.

“I hate you.”

“Nah,” he winks. “You love me.”

He says it so flippantly, so cockily , that my brain short-circuits, and I almost drop the towel.

“I literally don’t even like you.”

He steps in again—closer now, towel forgotten, his mouth brushing mine. “Sure, babe,” he murmurs. “That’s why you sound like that when I go down on you.”

I slap his chest. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m also your favorite workout partner,” he says, tilting his head. “So. When’s our next session?”

“Never,” I lie.

He grins wider. “What about our next date , then?”

“...Wait, are you serious?”

He leans a forearm on the doorframe and cocks an eyebrow at me. “ Deadly. You’re not the only one running a little experiment, Aimee. I’m just better at disguising mine.”

My stomach flips. “You think this is an experiment?”

“I think this is fun ,” he says simply. “And maybe you need more of that.”

I hate how much that lands.

“I—well.” I gesture vaguely at my own still-sweaty self. “Can we at least pretend I’m mysterious and sexy and not currently dripping post-gym shame out of every pore?”

He laughs. Like, really laughs. It’s warm and real and easy, and I don’t think I’ve heard anything like it from an alpha before. There’s no ego, no weight behind it—just him, laughing because of me.

“You’re a menace,” he says fondly. “Come on, let’s grab food.”

I blink. “Now?”

“Why not? You’re already in post-orgasm recovery mode. We’ll just tell the cashier you’re glowing from cardio.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re hungry,” he says, throwing me a fresh hoodie from a pile behind the door. “I know, because I made you cry on the mat, and I didn’t see you eat today.”

I catch the hoodie midair and mutter, “Oh my god, you are the hot gym goblin I always feared.”

“You love it,” he calls over his shoulder, already unlocking the front door. “Admit it. I’m your dream Alpha.”

Unfortunately… I think he might actually be right.