The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 2

** Jake’s POV **

My mate is unreal. She tastes like heat and something softer beneath it, sweet, with a bite that keeps pulling me back for more. And the way she responds, every breath, every sound, it hits heavier than anything I’ve ever known.

Hard enough to drop me to my knees, not that I’d choose to be anywhere else. This, right here in front of her, is where I want to be. Focused on her like she’s something meant to be worshiped, and maybe she is.

Poppy is everything I thought I wanted, and everything I didn’t realise I needed. That quiet confidence… the way she just is, it makes her impossible to look away from.

She’s worth every second I held back, every second I waited, and I’d wait a lifetime if she asked me to.

Her fingers thread through my hair, gripping it as she finds her release under my tongue. My wolf loves that, in fact he loves every part of her and what we are doing to her.

The cry she lets out sends a warm feeling through my chest. When her body finally stops convulsing, and her cries turn to a soft, contented hum, I place one last kiss over her clit before leaning back on my heels to look up at her.

Leo gently lowers her leg whilst he supports her weight. Her eyes are closed, but the lazy smile on her face is what really gets me. I did that, and even better… she let me.

“Poppy…” her name escapes me, but I don’t know what else to say.

“You are way too good at that,” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering open.

Still lost for words, I grin up at her. She holds out a hand to me, and I take it. The floorboards groan as I push up to my feet and step in close to her. Poppy’s eyes go to my mouth, and she lifts a hand, running her silky-soft thumb over my swollen lips.

“I think she’s done fighting this,” Leo says through the mind link with a smirk.

I don’t respond, I can’t, because Poppy’s fingers are moving lower, to the top button of my shirt. She pops the first one open, and my lungs seize. The room fades around us, Leo slips out of focus next, until it’s only her, and her dainty little fingers undressing me with a small, knowing smile on her face.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me when she trails a single, slow finger down the centre of my exposed chest, stopping only when she reaches my belt buckle. Her eyes go wide, and she blows out a breath when she sees just how she’s affecting my body.

I’m a werewolf and a doctor, so nudity has never been a problem; it’s normal. But with her, it’s not just arousing. It’s something else entirely. Something deeper. Something that feels a hell of a lot like need. I want her to see me.

Poppy doesn’t hesitate; her hand wraps around my erection over my pants, and she squeezes possessively, making me shudder.

Leo whispers something in her ear, but I’m too far gone to hear his words. She clearly likes whatever he says because her smile turns devilish.

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