Page 47 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

Aimee

W es’s room was already the biggest in the house, but apparently, that wasn’t enough.

At some point this evening, the guys had dismantled Cam’s bed, dragged the mattress in here, and set the bed back up, shoving it tightly against Wes’s.

The result was a massive, makeshift nest of pillows, blankets, and scent-slick sheets big enough to comfortably hold three alphas and one extremely overwhelmed omega.

The lights are low, and the windows are cracked slightly open.

Jace tried lighting candles, but Cam complained it felt like a séance, and Wes muttered something about fire hazards; so now there’s just the warm glow of a single lamp on the dresser and the quiet hum of three heartbeats surrounding mine.

My pack. My alphas.

I kneel in the center of the bed. I’m already bare, already open, already theirs ; but tonight, it becomes real.

“I still can’t believe you moved a whole mattress for me,” I say, trying to ease the tension in my chest with a smile.

“Technically,” Cam murmurs, tugging off his shirt, “we moved it for us .”

“Yeah. I kept falling off the edge last week,” Jace adds. “This is purely a safety measure.”

“Sure,” Wes mutters, pulling off his undershirt in one smooth motion. “Because the three of you are famously well-behaved in bed.”

“You say that,” I say, “but I think you like it when we’re not.”

His deep blue eyes lock on mine, and the air shifts.

“And I like it when you’re mine,” he says, voice low, dangerous.

Cam’s hands brush up my spine, grounding me as Jace crawls up beside me and tugs the hair tie from my wrist.

“Say the word, Omega,” he whispers, curling it around his own wrist. “Say you want this.”

I swallow, then nod. “I want it,” I tell them. “I want all of you.”

Jace grins. “Yeah, she’s ready.”

Cam’s kiss lands just behind my ear, and I gasp.

“We’re going to make it so good for you,” he murmurs. “You deserve all of it.”

Wes kneels in front of me, dark-eyed and terrifyingly still. His hand cups my jaw.

“Last chance,” he says. “You know this means everything. There’s no undoing it, no taking it back.”

“I know,” I breathe. “I don’t want to undo anything.”

His thumb brushes my lip. “Then lie back, baby.”

I follow his command, and the bed dips as they move in around me. Cam eases himself between my legs, then kisses along the inside of my thighs, his large, warm hands spreading me open with gentle pressure. His mouth finds the place I need him most, and then—

“ Oh ,” I gasp, head falling back.

His tongue is precise as he licks slow, steady stripes over my cunt, then circles his tongue over my clit just right before flicking harder and rougher.

Jace’s voice is in my ear, all gravel and heat. “You have no idea how sweet you taste when you’re like this,” he murmurs, palming his cock as it leaks against my hip. “He’s not stopping until you fall apart, baby.”

Wes brushes my hair from my face, his gaze intense and possessive and impossibly tender.

“Look at me,” he says. “Let me see what they’re doing to you.”

I meet his eyes just as Cam sucks hard , and that’s it. The orgasm tears through me so fast I don’t even get a warning: just a cry ripped from my throat, my thighs shaking, my whole body going rigid as pleasure crashes through me in waves.

Cam groans against me like he feels it too, and I’m still panting when he presses a kiss to my thigh and looks up, pupils blown wide.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re so perfect like this.”

Jace kisses my jaw. “And we’re just getting started.”

Cam rises slowly, kissing the inside of my knee before crawling up my body. His chest brushes mine as he moves, and there’s this soft yet hungry look in his warm amber eyes.

“I need to feel you,” he says, voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Need to be inside you.”

I nod, still dizzy from the orgasm he just gave me, already reaching for him as he settles back between my legs. His cock nudges at my entrance, thick and hot and ready, and when he pushes in, we both gasp.

“You feel so good , Aimee,” he whispers.

He rolls his hips in smooth, greedy thrusts, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me from the inside.

His forehead presses to mine as his hands bracket my ribs, and I can feel the moment building in him; the strain in his voice, the way his hips start to stutter, the low growl vibrating in his chest.

And then he drops his mouth to my neck.

“Still sure?” he murmurs, lips brushing the scent gland just beneath my jaw.

“Yes,” I whisper, already arching for him. “I’m yours.”

“Give him your neck, baby,”.Jace encourages. “Let him have it.”

Wes’s hand curves gently over my thigh. “It’s his right. Yours too. Let it happen.”

Cam’s groan is broken. “Fuck, Aimee. I love you.”

And then he bites.

His teeth sink into my skin as he finally makes his claim. The sting of his teeth piercing through makes me cry out, and my whole body shudders as it crashes through me—his bite, his heat, the possessive, grounding weight of his love and scent sinking into my skin forever.

Jace groans, eyes locked on where Cam’s teeth are still in my neck. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re ours now,” Wes says, like a vow. “No going back.”

“ Mine ,” Cam says, licking over the mark and then pressing a kiss to the bruised skin. “You’re mine, Aimee. Always .”

He pulls out and shifts up my body, cock flushed and still rock hard . His fist wraps tight around it.

“Let me?” he asks.

I nod. “ Do it .”

His breath catches as he strokes himself, and then he’s coming in thick, hot ropes that spill across my breasts and stomach. He paints me with his release, and his jaw clenches as he groans my name, hips stuttering as he finishes.

“ Fuck ,” he pants, dragging a shaky hand through his hair, then reaching down to gently smear it in, like he wants me covered in him. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I could look at you forever.”

He leans down and presses one more kiss to the underside of my jaw—right beside his fresh mark—then rolls to the side, still glowing and panting as his fingers drag lazily across my skin. My pulse is still fluttering, my breath’s a mess; and I’m not even close to done.

A shadow falls over me, and then Jace is there: cracking his knuckles and grinning, his green eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.

“My turn,” he says, voice all gravel and promise.

I don’t even try to act coy. “Thought you were gonna stretch first, old man.”

He barks a laugh and leans in close, one hand bracing beside my head. “Keep running that smart mouth, baby. I’ll put it to better use.”

“She’s been waiting for your knot,” Wes murmurs, his own voice rough with pride.

“Such a patient girl,” Cam adds, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “She’s ready.”

My heart stutters. Jace has never knotted me before; and now he’s here, eyes locked on mine, every muscle in his body tight with restraint.

“You sure you’re ready?” he murmurs, bending down to brush his mouth across mine. “Because once I do this—once I claim you like this—there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” I whisper. “I want all of it. I want you.”

Jace doesn't kiss me this time. Instead, he flips me; one firm hand on my waist, the other tangling in my hair as he guides me onto all fours, pulling me back until my spine curves and my ass tilts up for him.

His favorite position.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes. "Bent over for me like you’ve been waiting your whole life."

I don’t have a witty comeback. After all, he can clearly see the way I’m already dripping for him.

He runs his palm over my lower back, then down, fingers spreading me wide.

"You’re soaked , Aims," he groans, more to himself than anyone. “All this for me?”

" Yes ," I breathe. "For all of you."

“Good girl.”

The others watch as Jace lines himself up and slams in deep on the first thrust, and I cry out in pleasure at the glorious stretch.

" Fuck . Tightest cunt I’ve ever had, even with Cam warming you up for me.”

He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in with enough force to jolt me forward.

“You take it so well,” he praises, voice rough with awe. “So perfect like this. Can feel you squeezing me already.”

“Jace—” I gasp, barely able to stay upright.

He fists his hand into my hair and pulls it back, guiding me to exactly where he wants me. "Stay right there,” he barks. “You look so pretty like this. All flushed and desperate."

"She’s fucking gorgeous ,” Cam murmurs.

I can hear the wet, slick sound of Cam and Wes working their cocks as they watch Jace’s hand trails down my back again. He slides it around my stomach to tease my clit, and I yelp at the contact.

"There it is,” he laughs. “Gonna make you fall apart."

He circles my clit with practiced ease even as he fucks me harder, each thrust as rough as it is possessive. His hips slap against my ass, his cock thick and relentless.

"You gonna come for me, baby?” he pants. “You gonna let me finally knot you?"

" Please ," I whimper, pushing my ass back into him. “I want it so bad, Jace.”

“Yeah, you do,” he growls. “Always knew you were mine. From the second you marched into our lives with that big attitude and that smart mouth, I knew you were made for this. Made for us .”

His pace doesn’t falter. If anything, it gets rougher.

His hand drops from my hair as he moves to grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I cry out repeatedly as he pounds into me impossibly faster.

The sound of our bodies colliding is obscene , wet and filthy and so fucking perfect, and I can’t control myself any longer.

I come around him hard and fast, my walls clenching around his cock, my scream buried in the mattress as I fall forward on my elbows.

"That’s it," he grits out. “Let that pretty little cunt come all over me. Fuck , Aimee.”