Page 23 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

She leans back in the seat, her lips kiss-swollen, eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming. Her fingers slip under the hem of her sweatshirt as if she’s toying with the idea of removing it, but then thinks better of it, just to keep us suffering.

“This movie’s awful,” she murmurs, voice syrupy-soft. “But this is my favorite part.”

Her scent’s gotten thicker, sweeter—all spun sugar and slick and the beginning of a heat I don’t think she’s supposed to be having. It curls in my lungs and wraps around my brain, and all I want to do is bury my face in her neck and breathe .

Jace shifts beside her, one hand sliding boldly up her thigh. “Yeah?” he says, voice low. “What part’s that?”

She hums and tilts her face toward him, catching his mouth again—this time with tongue. I watch with wide eyes as she kisses him, and when she pulls away, she doesn’t hesitate.

She turns back to me.

“Cam,” she smiles, all batted lashes and full lips.

She kisses me like she’s been doing it forever: open-mouthed and demanding. Her hand curls around my shoulder as my hand drifts further down to her thigh.

We’ve never shared an omega before. Me and Jace and Wes—we’ve always known we’d end up bonded to the same one, one day.

That was the dream, the unspoken promise that came with packhood, but I never imagined her .

I never imagined we’d get to be loved and cared for by an omega like Aimee: an omega who’s sharp and soft, flirty and wicked, who drags us under with a smile and a scent that’s been driving me wild from day one.

Her legs fall open a little more, and we don’t hesitate. Jace’s hand slides under the hem of her shorts from one side, and mine follows suit from the other, slipping under the waistband to trace the delicate skin just beneath it.

We’re not even inside her yet. We’re just touching—palming the heat between her thighs, trailing teasing strokes over soaked fabric—but her breath catches as her lips part in a soft, involuntary sound.

“Aimee,” Jace sighs.

She turns her head to him, breath hitching when his fingers shift higher. We’re savoring her; letting her feel how much we want her, how much this matters, and she rewards us for it in the way she moans and writhes and arches up into our hands.

Her forehead presses to Jace’s, their eyes fluttering shut, then she turns toward me, cheek brushing mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmur, hand already sliding deeper.

She groans. “Fuck, that's good. I... I need more .”

Jace's mouth trails from her jaw to her collarbone. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific, sweetheart,” he says low against her skin. “You mean him , or me ?”

“Both,” she responds without hesitation. “Don’t care who, just— more. ”

We both move at once, overcome with something primal and stupid and so-in-love-with-her-I-can’t-breathe.

Jace’s eyes catch mine when our knuckles brush. For a second, I swear that none of us even breathe ; but then Jace groans low in his throat.

“You’re unreal, Aims,” he mutters, dragging two fingers down the slick line of her panties until they meet mine again at the soaked center. “You’ve been hiding this from us both?”

Aimee writhes slightly, her hips rocking into our joined hands. She’s panting now, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown wide.

“Wasn’t hiding,” she gasps. “I just... had to be sure.”

I kiss her temple. “Sure of what, sweetheart?”

She meets my eyes, then turns to Jace. “That you’d make this worth the wait.”

Jace chuckles and leans in, mouth brushing the curve of her neck.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “You thought I was too much on my own? Between Cam and I, we’re going to fucking ruin you.”

My cock twitches painfully behind the denim of my jeans, but I grit my teeth and breathe through it.

Not yet. This is about her. It’s all about her.

Jace’s touch stays over the fabric, slow circles with the pad of his thumb right against her clit, and her whole body jolts.

“Look at her,” he says, grinning as she moans into my collarbone. “Movie’s still playing, people all around, and this Omega’s out here soaking through her fucking shorts like she doesn’t care.”

“I don’t ,” Aimee whimpers. “Don’t care—just—touch me.”

She’s making these little gasping, broken noises that kill me; her head tipped back, body arching off the seat. The glow of the movie screen flashes across her face, catching on flushed cheeks, parted lips, sweat-damp hair sticking to her temples.

“You’ve got both our hands on you,” I murmur, brushing my fingers down the soaked seam of her underwear. “What more do you want, baby?”

She arches between us, desperate, needy. “Inside. I want you both inside.”

Jace hums. “She begs so pretty.”

I slide her shorts down to expose the flushed pink between her thighs. I keep her steady with one arm while my free hand moves with purpose now, nudging her underwear to the side. My fingers dip to her entrance, slick and hot and so ready it makes my breath catch.

Her scent coils into my lungs and scrapes down my spine, making me feel close to feral . Jace smells it too—I can see it in how tight he’s gripping her waist, how he’s fighting not to rut against the seat like some wild thing.

“Say it again,” Jace demands, fingers still teasing. “Let’s hear it.”

“Please,” she chokes. “Please, both of you—I want your fingers. I want to feel you together— please. ”

Jace moves first—two fingers sliding in with practiced ease. Aimee’s whole body jolts, a sob ripping from her throat. I follow a second later, slower and gentler. My fingers ease in alongside his, stretching her further until we’re buried deep together.

“Let us in, sweetheart,” I murmur, kissing her temple. “Let us take care of you.”

Her cunt clenches around us.

“Holy fuck, ” she cries, voice cracked, head tipping back against my shoulder. “I— Jesus —I can’t—”

“You okay?” I whisper, my thumb circling over her clit, soft enough to coax, firm enough to keep her right on the edge. “Too much?”

She shakes her head, barely managing to speak. “No. No. Just—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Jace shifts beside her, one hand bracing her knee wide open while the other thrusts deeper. We’re both inside her now, our knuckles bumping together, every curl and press of our fingers tuned to her exact need.

“She’s taking both of us like she was made for it,” he mutters, sounding like he can barely believe it’s real.

“She was ,” I tell him, brushing my lips across her jaw, inhaling the flushed heat of her skin. “Look at her. She’s perfect.”

We fall into rhythm, our fingers gliding together, curling and stroking from the inside. The light flares across her face; sweat at her temples, parted lips, her dark eyes fluttering shut, and I ignore the ache between my own thighs.

Jace draws back slightly, smirking. “You want us to go harder, sweetheart?”

She nods furiously, her hips stuttering up to meet our hands.

“Then beg ,” he croons, voice rich with heat, our fingers still moving inside her. “Say you want both your alphas knuckle-deep in this perfect little cunt while your thighs shake and you soak through those fucking shorts.”

Her breath breaks on a sob, wrecked and needy. “Please. I need— please , both of you, harder— together —don’t make me wait—”

Jace pulls out just long enough to add another finger beside mine. The stretch is deep and filthy, her cunt tight around our fingers, and she cries out as her body clamps down.

“Squeezing me,” Jace groans. “Christ—she’s milking both of us.”

“She’s close,” I tell him, pressing my thumb tighter to her clit, feeling the fluttering desperation as her muscles tighten. “So fucking close.”

“I can feel yours,” he groans. “Can’t believe we’re doing this. You and me. Like this. Us. ”

I glance at him—at the wild, open look in his eyes—and nod. “I’ve thought about it,” I admit, my voice thick. “A lot.”

He meets my gaze and gives a short, breathless laugh. “Me too.”

Aimee moans between us, hands clawing at our shirts, her hips rocking frantically, chasing that final push. Her scent is everywhere, inside me, under my skin.

“You like putting on a show, baby?” Jace whispers. “Anyone walking past this car’s gonna smell how wrecked you are. They’re gonna know you’re being split open by your alphas.”

“Please,” she gasps. “Please, I’m— please let me— ”

Jace slows his hand just enough to make her sob.

“Say it properly,” he murmurs, leaning closer and dragging his tongue up her neck. “Tell us who you belong to.”

Her eyes flick open, locking on mine, then on his.

“You,” she chokes. “Both of you. I’m yours .”

My fingers curl just right.

“Then come for us,” I whisper, voice barely more than a breath against her cheek. “ Now .”

Aimee splinters.

The sound she makes isn’t neat or delicate—it’s raw. A scream dragged straight from her chest as her entire body jerks forward, thighs locking around our wrists. She clamps down on our fingers, and Jace groans beside her, kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Her hips twitch helplessly with the last tremors of her release, and her head drops back against my shoulder, her lips parted and her eyes fluttering closed. It’s impossible to bite back my grin when I can feel every stuttering breath against my neck.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, cupping her jaw. “ Breathe .”

Jace slows his movements first, and I follow his lead, matching the getnler rhyth and coaxing her down while she trembles between us.

She’s quiet for a few long seconds, then she lets out a shaky little laugh. “Holy… shit .”

We finally remove our fingers, and she twitches at the loss, her muscles clenching as if they already miss us. Slick coats our hands, thick and warm, and we both freeze for a moment; looking at her, then at each other.

Jace lifts his hand halfway to his mouth on instinct, but Aimee catches his wrist.

“ Wait .”

He stills, and she tilts her head, lazy and smug, a smirk ghosting over her lips.

“Swap.”

I blink. “Swap?”

She nods, eyes glittering under the flicker of the movie screen. “I want to watch.”

“ Fuck ,” Jace chuckles. “You really are trouble.”

“You love it,” she whispers, her voice a satisfied purr.

We do. God , we do.

We trade in silence—his fingers to my mouth, mine to his—and it’s not just filthy, it’s intimate .

My pulse pounds as I take his fingers between my lips and drag my tongue slowly across the pads, sucking her taste clean.

Across from me, Jace groans, eyes locked on her as he wraps his lips around mine, sucking them down just as deep, just as filthy.

Aimee's gaze flickers between us both, utterly transfixed.

Her thighs twitch slightly, still resting across our laps, as if the sight of us being pleasured by the taste of her alone with her between us is enough to push her back to the edge.

She whimpers softly—no touch, just watching —and I swear I see her pupils dilate again.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, barely holding herself up. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jace pulls off my fingers with a soft pop , eyes still locked on her. “You like seeing your alphas savor you, baby?”

“ Yes. God, yes.” She nods. “That was… I don’t even know what that was.”

I’m still hard, painfully so, but it fades to the background because this moment is bigger than that.

This isn’t just lust; it’s devotion . It’s the kind of peace I didn’t think I’d ever find—this girl, wrecked and glowing between us, trusting us with her pleasure, her scent, her body.

Watching us claim her without even needing to touch her again.

My chest tightens, my hand moving automatically to brush her damp hair off her flushed face. “That was more than perfect,” I whisper. “You’re…”

Mine. Ours. Everything .

I swallow hard, emotion punching straight through my ribs. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Aimee.”

Her eyes meet mine, then Jace’s, blinking slow as a tear slips down her cheek.

Jace leans in and kisses her bare thigh. “ Unreal ,” he murmurs, voice full of awe.

She hums, soft and spent and curled between us. “I’m never watching a movie the same way again,” she says faintly.

I laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Was there a movie?” Jace teases, glancing at the glowing screen. “I genuinely thought it was just a pornographic screensaver.”

She giggles—sleepy and smug. “Best date ever .”