Page 48 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

I feel it, then: his knot swelling, stretching me with each thrust, the pressure building until I cry out again. With a low growl, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me upright, dragging me back against his chest.

We’re both on our knees now, my back flush to his front, his cock buried deep and thick inside me.

“Breathe, baby,” he mutters against my ear, one hand sliding up to palm my breast while the other clamps tight on my hip. “You’ve got it. You take me so fuckin’ good.”

He snaps his hips one last time, deep and brutal—

And then he bites.

His teeth sink in right over my scent gland, close to the mark that Cam left before. I sob as pleasure and pain collide, and the bond flares to life deep within me. I feel everything —his claim, his release, his knot locking deep as he comes hard inside me, growling my name like it’s a prayer.

“Mine,” he breathes, his mouth still hot on my skin. “You’re so fucking mine.”

My whole body trembles. I don’t know if I’m moaning or crying or both, but I do know that I’ve never felt so full in my life.

He holds me there for a long, drawn out moment; his broad chest heaving, his lips brushing the bite mark as he kisses it softly. And then, still knotted inside me, he lowers us both to the bed—pulling me down with him, keeping me close, keeping me his.

“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing my hair back.

“You’re insane,” I nod. “But I love you.”

“You’re welcome.” He grins, wild and smug and stupidly handsome. “And, for the record… I love you too.”

“Here,” Cam murmurs, holding out a bottle of water and a handful of strawberries.

I blink up at him with furrowed brows. He’s still completely naked, but somehow looks like someone’s sweet, flushed boyfriend after a summer picnic.

“I thought I was the meal,” I mumble.

“You are.” He laughs and pops a strawberry in my mouth. “But you also need sugar. And hydration. And care .”

I chew, trying not to moan. “God, you’re perfect.”

Cam’s lips brush over mine before he settles down at the end of the bed.

Jace is still lay behind me, locked in deep, and Wes moves in next.

I’m not sure where he got it from, but he dips a warm cloth over my chest, swiping gently where Cam’s release still streaks across my skin.

The gesture is clinical, almost; except his eyes burn the entire time, dark with something hungry and protective and possessive.

When he finishes, he tosses the cloth aside and cups my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

“I’m not gonna be gentle,” he says, voice low, rough. “Not tonight.”

My breath stutters.

“I let myself believe you weren’t mine. That I didn’t need this, that I didn’t need you. ” He exhales. “But I do. And you need this too. You need to be claimed . ”

I nod slowly, completely, totally wrecked and trembling beneath the weight of his words.

“Open for me,” he says.

I tilt slightly, lips parting. The movement causes Jace’s knot to twitch, and I groan as Wes rises to his knees, cock thick and hard in his fist as he moves in closer. He brings the tip to my mouth, dragging it along my bottom lip, just enough to tease.

“You gonna let me finish what we started?” he rasps. “You gonna take me like a good girl?”

I hum against him, lips wrapping around the head as I suck him in slow.

Wes groans, and one of his hands grips the back of my head as he rocks his hips forward, his cock pushing further into my mouth.

“Look at her,” Jace mutters from behind, voice rough with approval. “You were made for this, weren’t you, baby? Made to have your mouth full of alpha cock. ”

“Our perfect fucking omega,” Cam breathes, dragging his gaze down the length of my body from where he’s positioned at my feet. His voice is soft, but the edge of reverence makes it sharper. “So good for us. Taking everything.”

Wes’s eyes are wild as he watches me swallow him deeper, his hips rolling in steady, possessive thrusts. His grip tightens, and his breathing grows uneven.

“Jesus, Aimee,” he grits out, hips jerking slightly. “Your mouth— fuck —you don’t even know what you do to me.”

I moan around him, cheeks hollowing and tongue curling to tease the thick vein along the underside of his cock as he groans in pleasure.

“She knows,” Jace says behind me, cocky and amused. “Look at those eyes. She loves it. Our good little cockdrunk omega.”

“She’s perfect,” Wes growls, his rhythm faltering for a second as I suck him harder. “Fucking perfect. I can feel her throat—shit, I’m not gonna last like this.”

“You want to taste your last alpha, sweetheart?” Cam coaxes. “You want him to fill your mouth before he claims you?”

I whimper in answer, nodding slightly, eyes locked on Wes’s—because it’s his turn next.

“Yeah,” he pants. “That’s it. You want me, Omega? You want my knot?”

I hum around him, and he groans as his hips snap forward. His hand stays tangled in my hair, the other braced on the edge of the headboard as he trembles in restraint.

“ Fuck , Aimee. That mouth was made for me.”

I suck him eagerly, desperate to push him over the edge, but then Jace’s knot begins to deflate. He shifts behind me, pulling out gently with a groan.

My body trembles with the loss, but I barely get a chance to recover before Wes pulls out of my mouth and lifts my face to look at him.

“You okay?”

I nod, breathless. “More than.”

“ Good .”

He leans in, kisses me hard, and then eases me back until he’s lying against the pillows and I’m straddling his lap. Wes’s hands settle on my hips, his cock pressing up against me, hot and ready. His gaze never leaves mine.

“This is it,” he says, voice rough and steady. “You’re sure?”

I reach down and guide him to my entrance. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I sink down onto him in one slow, slick movement; my body welcoming him despite the slight ache that remains from Jace’s knot and Cam’s cock before his. Wes is thick and solid, and I swear I can feel the possession in the way he holds my hips.

“Oh, shit ,” he groans. “You feel— Jesus , Aims.”

I roll my hips experimentally, and his head drops back against the pillow.

Cam chuckles from beside us. “Guess she’s not holding back now.”

“Damn right she’s not,” Jace mutters, already stroking himself as he watches. “Look at her.”

I move slower, dragging myself up his length before sliding back down, letting the fullness spread through me, letting the moment hit.

This isn’t just fucking. This is everything.

Wes sits up, chest to chest now, arms wrapping tight around me. His forehead drops to mine.

“Mine,” he says, breath ragged. “You hear me?”

I nod, my eyes glassy. “I’ve always been yours.”

His pace quickens, hips snapping up into me with every thrust. I ride him harder and faster, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure builds again, deep and sharp and inevitable, until he shifts, rising to his knees and pulling me with him.

I’m practically upright in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, my chest pressed tightly to his.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and his lips brush the place he’s almost bitten before.

“You ready?” he whispers.

His voice cracks, and I nod, trembling. “ Please ,” I whisper. “I want to be yours. I always was.”

The pain of his bite is sharp and fierce; a flash of heat that comes quickly, and then it’s gone, drowned instantly by the pleasure that crashes through both of us. His knot swells, locking deep inside me as I fall apart in his arms, sobbing his name, shaking as another orgasm tears through me.

It’s a wave I’ve been waiting years to drown in, and he holds me through it, moaning against my throat as he follows me over the edge. His body jerks as he spills into me with a guttural groan, and he doesn’t let go.

Not when it’s over. Not when we’re shaking and slick and tangled and gasping for breath. He stays wrapped around me, his damp forehead pressed to my neck, mouth resting against my bond mark.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly against my skin. “I’m so sorry, Aimee. For everything. For before. I didn’t know how to handle it, and I thought I could fight it; but I swear, I never stopped wanting you.”

I press my hand to the back of his head, threading my fingers through his thick curls.

“I know,” I breathe. “I always knew.”

His arms tighten. “I love you,” he murmurs, voice breaking again. “You’re everything, Aimee. My everything.”

“I love you too,” I tell him. “All of you.”

Wes exhales shakily and shifts us with careful strength, guiding me down so that we’re positioned onto our sides while staying locked inside me.

His arms wrap around me from behind, his huge chest warm against my back, his thick knot still nestled deep inside me.

I can feel every inch of him, and I want to.

I never want to forget this.

Jace moves in instantly, pressing close to my front. His face is flushed and sleepy, his striking green eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey,” I whisper back.

He leans forward to kiss me. It’s gentle and unhurried, and I smile at the sweetness of it.

Cam lies sideways across the foot of the bed, propped up on one elbow as he starts rubbing lazy circles into my calf, then up to my thigh.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he says, smiling up at me. “More than good.”

My heart feels full to bursting.

Eventually, Wes’s knot finally begins to ease, and with a low groan, he slowly slips free.

He stays close; one arm still wrapped tightly around my waist, protective even in his exhaustion.

I shift slightly, and Cam moves up automatically, fitting himself into the curve of my side with his head on my hip, one of his hands draped possessively over my belly.

Jace sighs and buries his face in my neck, one leg thrown across mine. Wes’s breathing deepens behind me, his lips brushing the top of my spine as he finally relaxes.

We’re all tangled together now. A messy, beautiful heap of limbs and warmth and bond, and for once in my chaotic, stubborn, scent-matched life; I don’t feel overwhelmed.

I feel… perfect. Safe. Loved . Wrecked and whole and exactly where I’m supposed to be.

I close my eyes, surrounded on all sides by the only three alphas I’ve ever truly wanted, and let sleep take me.

For what feels like the first time, I have everything I could ever need.