Page 29 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

She nods, barely able to speak, but her eyes are wild and shining. “I—I need—”

“What is it?” I ask. “Tell us.”

She swallows, still catching her breath. “One of you. Inside me. Now.”

Cam and I exchange a glance, and I can’t help but smirk.

Fuck. It’s time to break the rest of her.

“Come here,” I murmur, tugging her toward me.

She shifts until I have her in my arms again, her spine pressing to my chest, then I guide her forward onto all fours.

She gasps at the movement but doesn't resist, arching instinctively.

Her arms tremble as she braces against the mattress, her legs spread wide, slick still glistening down the insides of her thighs.

I settle behind her, one hand on her hip, the other sliding between her legs to feel just how wrecked she already is.

“Still dripping,” I groan. “Fuck, baby. You sure you want more?”

She nods, breath catching. “God, Jace; I need more.”

Cam moves to the front of the bed, settling in front of her, one knee on the mattress. He’s removed his boxers, and his cock is flushed and hard and already leaking. Her eyes flick to it, dazed and wanting.

“You want to taste him, baby?” I whisper, nuzzling the back of her neck. “Want to have both of us at once?”

She whimpers, then nods.

I guide her forward a little more, keeping my hand firm on her hip as Cam strokes her cheek, lining himself up. He eases in slowly, his other hand coming down to cradle her jaw as her lips seal around him.

“My god, look at that,” I murmur, fingers sliding up her spine, palm splayed between her shoulders. “You’re fucking perfect like this.”

And then I slide in from behind.

She moans around Cam’s cock, her whole body shuddering. Her pussy clenches hard around me, tight and slick and so fucking hot I nearly lose it in a single thrust.

“Jesus Christ ,” I hiss. “You really were made for this, Aimee. So fucking perfect for this pack.”

She rocks between us; Cam stroking her cheek, his eyes heavy with awe, while I thrust into her from behind, letting her feel every inch. Her moans are muffled and messy, spit pooling around Cam’s cock as he groans and murmurs praise after praise, thumb stroking across her chin.

I grip her hips tighter, driving into her with more force now.

“She’s so fucking good,” I growl. “Taking us both like that.”

“Doing so good, baby,” Cam says, voice strained, his cock twitching in her mouth. “So soft—so sweet— fuck —”

Her whole body quakes between us, overwhelmed but greedy for more. She flutters around my cock as I fuck into her harder; wet and tight and begging for it.

But I don’t give it to her. Not all of it.

Not yet.

I bite down a groan, gritting my teeth as I slow my thrusts, keeping them deep and deliberate, denying both of us the edge we’re crawling toward. My knot’s beginning to swell at the base, not fully formed, but threatening.

My hands tremble as I pull back. My forehead presses to her shoulder for a second as I breathe hard, grounding myself in her scent and forcing my body to behave.

“You okay?” Cam murmurs, brushing her hair back from her face. He’s still cradling her jaw, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth in slow, shallow strokes, letting her breathe.

She nods, then moans around him again when I drive back in, deeper this time, but still holding that edge.

“She’s more than okay,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her shoulder. “She’s a fucking miracle .”

She’s close again , and so am I, but I won’t finish like this—won’t knot her by accident, won’t fuck up something sacred just because I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

I press a kiss to her spine and pull out slowly, panting against her skin. “I need—fuck—I need to move you.”

She whimpers at the loss, and I stroke a hand down her back in apology.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

Cam shifts instantly to help, already knowing what I mean.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says softly, guiding her back into the pillows, onto her back this time.

Her legs are open wide, trembling and covered in our combined slick, the insides of her thighs shining with it.

Her chest heaves, her lips wet and swollen from Cam’s cock, and she looks completely fucked out.

Still, she reaches for me.

“I want—” she starts, voice rough. “Jace—please, I want—”

“I know,” I breathe, crawling over her and kissing her hard. “You’ll have me. Just not like that. Not yet.”

Cam’s already shifting between her thighs, kissing his way down the flushed skin of her belly. Her legs fall open, revealing the way her cunt glistens with need. The smell of her hits hard, and I groan as I shift up onto my knees beside her head.

“Look at you,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, still drenched in our combined slick. “You want to finish me off with that pretty mouth while Cam fills your perfect little cunt?”

She nods, dazed and eager, lips parted, breath uneven. “Fuck, yes .”

“Good girl.” I stroke a thumb along her jaw, guiding her gently. “Back against the headboard, hands on my thighs. Let me set the pace.”

She scrambles to obey, bracing herself, mouth already open in anticipation. Her fingers dig into the muscle of my thighs as I nudge forward, feeding her the tip slowly, watching her eyes flutter as the heat of her mouth wraps around me.

“Just like that,” I hiss, curling a hand in her hair. “Let me use this mouth, baby. Don’t worry about a thing. You’re doing so good.”

At the same time, Cam presses in from below. I watch the moment he breaches her: the stretch, the tremble in her thighs, the cry that rips from her throat around the head of my cock.

“Jesus,” I bite out, my hips jolting forward on reflex. “You feel that? You’re stuffed full, baby. Fuck , you were made for this.”

Cam groans, his palms gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight. Fuck—she’s dripping. Omega perfection.”

He begins to move, his cock dragging deep with every stroke. She moans again, helpless now—her jaw slack, eyes glassy, pinned between two alphas and completely undone.

“My god, Aimee. You’re taking us so well,” I praise, cupping her face and angling her deeper onto me. “Taking everything we give you.”

Her mouth is hot and wet and so fucking perfect that I have to hold myself back from fucking her throat like I want to. Instead, I guide her: rolling my hips gently and letting her feel the weight of me. Cam picks up his rhythm, and I can feel the way she tightens with every thrust.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, pounding into her now. “This sweet pussy’s gonna milk me dry.”

She keens, whimpering, tears in her lashes, but her body never stops moving. Her thighs tremble, and her fingernails bite into my skin.

“You close, baby?” I murmur, brushing a thumb across her flushed cheek. “Need to come again with both our cocks inside you?”

She moans around me, frantic little nods, and I feel it: the flutter of her throat, the arch of her back, the sharp, omega-pitched cry as she clenches around Cam and shatters with a muffled sob.

“Oh, fuck—fuck,” Cam curses, slamming deep as he spills into her, his grip brutal now, cock buried as his knot swells but doesn’t lock. His whole body trembles with restraint as he pours himself into her, hips rolling through it, breath ragged.

I can’t hold back.

“Eyes on me,” I growl, pulling just far enough from her lips so she can blink up at me. “You want me to come in that gorgeous mouth?”

She whimpers again, then nods. She opens her mouth wide, tongue out, and that’s it. That’s the fucking end of me.

I fist my cock and spill across her lips, her cheek, her tongue; white-hot and endless.

She holds my gaze as I pant above her, chest heaving, and then sink to my knees beside her again, dragging her in for a messy kiss.

She melts into it, lips soft and wet, her whole body trembling with the aftershocks.

Cam pants through the comedown, arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

“I’ve got her,” I murmur, pulling back from the kiss, voice raw. “Let’s lie down, yeah?”

He nods, then gently helps shift her body. She’s not fragile, but right now, she’s soft and boneless and dazed with pleasure: a wrecked, glowing omega. We move together, guiding her down onto the pillows, and she makes a sleepy sound when her head hits the mattress, eyes fluttering shut.

“Still with us, baby?” I ask, brushing the hair from her damp forehead.

“Mhm,” she hums, eyes cracking open just a little. “S’good. So good.”

Cam leans in and kisses her shoulder, then her temple. “You did amazing, sweetheart.”

“Still full,” she murmurs, blinking up at the ceiling.

“I’ll get a towel,” I say quietly, pressing one last kiss to her lips before slipping off the bed.

The light from the ensuite casts a faint glow as I grab a warm washcloth and wet a towel. I return to find Cam holding her close, stroking her hip and murmuring in her ear. She’s limp in his arms but smiling now, slow and satisfied.

“Let me clean you up,” I whisper.

She nods without resistance, legs falling open just enough to let me between them. I move gently, carefully wiping her inner thighs, the slick mess between her legs, the lingering evidence of both of us. She whimpers, but doesn’t pull away.

“I know,” I soothe. “Almost done, baby.”

I finish with a clean towel, patting her dry, and Cam helps shift her into a more comfortable sprawl against the pillows.

I climb back in beside her, wrapping myself around her opposite side.

Cam’s still spooned behind her, arm draped over her waist, and her fingers find mine under the blanket and squeeze.

“I feel like a puddle,” she murmurs after a minute, voice soft and hoarse.

“You look like one,” I tease, kissing her temple.

Cam chuckles. “You smell like a dream.”

“And you both smell like alphas who got everything they wanted,” she mumbles, eyes closed again.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I murmur, pulling her closer. “We just wanted you , sweetheart.”

She exhales slowly. “I know.”

We lie there tangled in the warmth of the sheets. Cam strokes her back, and I watch the way her breathing slows, the unformed bond threads humming with something deeper between us all.

“Sleep,” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer.

She’s already gone.