Page 28 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

Jace

W hen I wake, it’s to the press of her body against mine; warm and restless, shifting in that soft, helpless way that tells me she’s not fully conscious yet, but her body is very much awake. Her scent hits, a faint, forbidden sweetness that calls to something instinctive in me.

Then the sound: a breathy little whimper, the tiniest moan, half-caught in her throat.

Cam’s arm is draped around her waist, and as I blink open my eyes, I see the way his fingers twitch slightly against her stomach. And yeah—he’s hard. Pressed right up against the curve of her ass.

Her hips shift, and one of her thighs brushes against mine. Her head turns toward me, lashes fluttering as she lets out another soft sound, and I swear to god, I nearly lose it.

My hand moves instinctively to her hip, and I don’t know what it says about me that I’m so fucking gone for her that even this haze of half-wakefulness and pure instinct is enough to make my blood run hot; but as Cam’s fingers flex more deliberately, I know I’m not alone.

“Jace…” she whispers, voice rasped and barely conscious.

My name. Fuck .

I feel her before I even open my mouth: that sweet, soft pull of omega need winding around me, drawing me in. I swallow a moan and lean closer, brushing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m here,” I whisper.

She arches forward, her hips pressing back against Cam’s cock just as her front nudges into me.

A dual contact that punches the air from my lungs.

“You awake, sunshine?” Cam murmurs.

“Kind of.”

He kisses the back of her neck, and I nudge her thigh with mine, spreading her legs as heat radiates off her.

She’s definitely awake now.

“Tell us what you need,” I say.

“I…” Her voice cracks as her lashes flutter. “I just… woke up like this.”

“Wet?” I grit out, watching as Cam’s hand dips lower. “Hot and needy between your two alphas?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, squirming. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I growl, leaning in so she feels my breath on her mouth. “You’re ours .”

“You want us, sweetheart?” Cam asks.

She nods, small and frantic.

“Words, baby,” I whisper. “You have to tell us.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “ Please .”

Her need pulses through the room and saturates the air, curling around the pack-bond that hasn’t even been made yet and still feels unbreakable.

I lean in and kiss her lightly at first, then fuller, deeper , her lips soft and sweet under mine. She whimpers, tilting her chin to chase it.

“Been thinkin’ about this,” I say against her mouth. “You. Under us. Between us. You’re gonna let us take care of you now, yeah?”

She nods, breathless.

“Don’t make me say it again. I need those words, baby.”

“Please, Jace. I need you. Both of you.”

Cam lifts her leg slightly, opening her up more between us as his hand slides lower, cupping her.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “She’s soaked.”

“Yeah?” I say, keeping my voice steady even as my cock throbs. “That for me or for you?”

Her cheeks burn.

“It’s for you both, ” she whispers.

God help me.

I nudge her thighs wider and slide my fingers along the inside of one, teasing her. Her hips jerk in response.

“So sensitive,” I coo, brushing another kiss to her jaw. “You always this wet when you wake up between alphas?”

Cam’s hand rises to stroke along her stomach, and I slide mine over the inside of her thigh until I feel the heat of her.

And the slick.

“ Fuck ,” I breathe.

Her hips jolt as I draw lazy circles around her clit. Cam presses his chest more firmly to her back before his hand joins mine again between her thighs, finding that perfect rhythm just beneath where I tease.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her. “So fucking sweet like this.”

Her breathing starts to hitch, her hips rock into our hands, searching and desperate.

She’s still panting when I press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, then trail lower.

Her skin’s warm beneath my lips, and I take my time, kissing down the center of her chest, letting her feel every breath, every brush of my mouth.

Cam brushes her damp hair gently away from her face, his voice a rasp against her temple. “Too much, baby?”

“No.” Her voice is hoarse. “Not enough.”

Fuck.

My mouth curls into a grin against her skin.

“Good girl,” I murmur again. She whimpers at the praise. “Just lie back,” I say, nuzzling lower, over the gentle slope of her stomach, my voice like a promise. “Let us worship you, yeah?”

She parts her thighs, and her scent hits me as I settle between her legs.

I drag my mouth up the soft skin of her inner thigh, savoring the way she squirms under the attention. Her fingers dig into Cam’s forearm where he’s still holding her close, murmuring praises I can’t quite make out but feel deep in my gut.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her. “Just relax. Gonna taste every fucking inch of you.”

Finally, I reach her center—and fuck, she’s soaked . Shining and ready and waiting for me.

I press a kiss to her pussy, and she jolts, her hips rising off the bed. I hold her steady with both hands on her thighs as I run my tongue over her cunt. My eyes close as she whimpers, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

“I’ve been dying to do this again,” I groan. “You taste so good.”

Cam’s hand slides down to her thigh, spreading her wider for me, and she cries out.

“There you go,” he says. “That’s it. Let go for us.”

I keep licking and circling, stroking her with my tongue. Cam's still whispering to her, calling her good, calling her sweet. His free hand strokes her stomach, her breast, her throat—touches meant to remind her she’s safe, that we’ve got her.

“That’s it, Aims,” I tell her. “You’re ours, baby. All fucking ours.”

Her slick floods over my tongue, and I swear I could die happy right here. Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold her steady, unrelenting—

Then glance up at Cam.

He’s watching her intently; his jaw tight, grip borderline possessive.

I grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You want a taste?”

His gaze snaps to mine, dark and heated as Aimee makes a soft, needy sound. Her hips are still twitching, and Cam swallows hard.

“Yeah,” he says.

I nod toward the pillows. “Lie back.”

He hurriedly rolls onto his back, settling in against the headboard with his arms stretched out, muscles tense beneath his skin. His cock is straining through his boxers, but he doesn’t reach for it.

“C’mere, baby,” I murmur, turning to Aimee and running a hand down her spine. “Over him.”

Her pupils dilate at the suggestion.

“You want that?” I ask gently. “Letting Cam taste how sweet you are?”

She nods immediately. “ Yes .”

I guide her gently, then help her spin around so her back is facing the headboard, her thighs straddling Cam’s chest, her palms braced wide on his thighs for balance as she hovers over him.

She’s flushed, still wrecked from my mouth, but there’s hunger in the way she moves: less tentative, more need.

Cam looks up at her cunt like she’s something holy.

“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, trailing my fingers up her thighs as she shifts into position. “So desperate for more.”

Cam’s eyes remain locked on her, his voice full of awe. “You sure, sweetheart?”

Aimee lets out a sharp breath, then nods, breathless. “Yeah. I… I want to.”

Then she lowers herself onto his face the last inch, letting her soaked cunt brush across his mouth.

The groan Cam lets out is borderline obscene . His tongue is on her immediately, his grip tightening around her hips as he groans into her, and Aimee gasps and bucks forward, already shaking. Her hands scramble, one reaching back to clutch Cam’s hair, the other smoothing down his stomach.

Her hips stutter forward again, and the whole bed creaks.

“Jesus,” I mutter, kneeling in front of them. “You gonna ride his mouth, baby? Use him?”

She whimpers, her hand flexing on Cam’s thigh.

“You’re trying, baby,” I murmur, grinning softly as her hand flails. “But I don’t think you’ve got the focus for multitasking right now.”

“I—I want to,” she breathes, her voice crumbling with every flick of Cam’s tongue. “I’m trying— fuck —I just—”

“You’re doing everything right,” I promise, leaning further forward and nipping at the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. “Let us take care of you.”

She moans high and desperate, her attention entirely unraveling. Her attempt to return the favor dissolves completely as Cam grips her tighter and pulls her closer, licking harder, hungrier.

“That’s it,” I whisper, watching the way she grinds forward against his tongue, the way her slick glistens against his chin. “Take what you need. Let him taste all of you.”

His arms wrap under her thighs and hold her tight while his mouth works relentlessly. Her hips jerk forward, and he just groans like he can’t get enough.

“You’re driving him crazy,” I say against her ear, my hand sliding up to palm her breast. “He fucking loves it. We both do.”

“Jace,” she gasps, head falling back against the wall. “I— fuck —I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” I tilt my head so that I can suck at the curve of her neck, my teeth dragging lightly. “Let go. Come again. Soak his face, baby. He wants it.”

Cam grunts beneath her, hips arching slightly even as he keeps his mouth locked to her pussy. I look down and watch as his tongue flicks fast over her clit, and she loses it: riding his face harder, her rhythm frantic and her thighs shaking until she finally shatters, coming hard against his mouth.

He groans and keeps going, licking her gently through every aftershock.

“Look at you,” I whisper, tweaking her nipple between my fingers. “You can’t even think straight, can you?”

She slumps forward, and I kiss her again. She’s still trembling when I pull her from his mouth, her limbs loose like she’s forgotten how to hold herself upright.

“You okay?” I ask, brushing damp hair back from her forehead. “Too much?”

She shakes her head weakly. “No. Just— fuck . I can’t even see straight.”

Cam’s voice is hoarse behind her. “You look perfect, sweetheart.”