The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 2

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** Poppy’s POV **

I don’t remember deciding to move. One second I’m breathing both of them in, and the next I’m acting on it.

Heat coils low and tight inside me, sharper than before, impossible to ignore now that I’ve stopped pretending I can. This isn’t hesitation anymore. This is choice.

Jake doesn’t step back this time, and neither does Leo. If anything, they close in. The space around me disappears completely, heat pressing in from both sides, grounding and overwhelming all at once. My breath catches as their presence settles against me until there’s nowhere left to go that isn’t straight into them.

Jake’s hand finds my jaw again. His thumb brushes along the same line as before, but there’s no hesitation behind it now, only intent.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that I feel it more than hear it.

Leo rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger, sending a jolt of electric tingles right through me. Making my toes curl into the soft rug at my feet.

His breath is warm against the side of my neck. “You’re not going anywhere,” he adds, like a promise he’s already decided to keep.

My pulse stumbles. Not from fear, but from how right it feels.

I don’t fight it this time. I don’t second-guess or pull away. I lean, just enough to feel the shift between us, the way something settles and sparks all at once when I stop resisting.

Jake notices immediately. Of course he does. His gaze drops, tracking the movement, and something in his expression changes, control tightening even as everything else slips.

Leo slides his hand out of my pants, and I almost grab it, wanting desperately to keep it there. He grips the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up; I lift my arms automatically, allowing him to slip the fabric over my head.

“Fuck,” Jake breathes, barely audible.

His pupils blow wide, his lips parting slightly as his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate. I’ve never been self-conscious, but the way he looks at me now… it doesn’t just erase doubt. It replaces it with something else entirely.

“Exactly the reaction I expected,” Leo chuckles softly. “Let’s push him a little further.”

Leo’s hands wrap around me again, cupping and squeezing my breasts, whilst teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I let out a small groan as sparks of pleasure pulse through me.

Jake doesn’t move at first, as if he’s giving himself a second, or forcing himself to take one. Then his hand lifts, slow and shaky. His fingers hover just short of my skin, close enough that I feel the heat of them before the touch ever comes.