Pack Fever: Omegaverse Romance, page 22
“This isn’t a good idea,” I murmur, twisting to face him. His bedroom eyes and that expression of pure lust do nothing to tamp down my flames. I can barely swallow past my dry throat.
“I know.” He doesn’t move or let me go.
There we are, neither separating, and I’m breathless with how fast my heart’s thumping in my chest. Slick slips onto my inner thighs the longer he touches me. Liquid flames race through my veins, and I can’t focus on anything but the lust of my body and the Alpha in front of me with hunger in his gaze.
His thumb gently rubs the inside of my wrist, coaxing a purr from my throat. Despite his actions, his erection pushing against his towel, there’s war behind his eyes.
“You know you can’t blame me if this goes anywhere,” I whisper, my voice caught in my lungs.
His brow furrows as if reality slams into him, and his grip loosens around my wrist. A deep ache settles in my gut. I can’t deny the disappointment that feels very much like rejection.
My heat is confusing me because my head is telling me to walk away. Yet every other inch of me demands I beg him to make me his.
In a moment of clarity, I make a break for the open door.
Before I escape, he’s there again, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into his room against him. He’s touching my scared arm and isn’t flinching away. Was he honest earlier when he asked me not to put words in his mouth?
In a heartbeat, he’s got me with my back pinned to the wall.
We’re face to face.
His breathing grows heavy while mine is racing.
Our bodies are tense, yet we’re pressed together, his erection pushing against my stomach.
“I have no control around you,” he growls, his hand pushing through my hair, curling around to the back of my head where he fists it. “Yet I crave you to the point of madness, and I’m trying so fucking hard to resist you, to keep away from you, but you’re making it impossible.”
“Well, I hate you, too,” I murmur, sounding out of breath.
Then his lips are on mine, giving me no chance to respond or to push him back. I lose myself just as quickly, even forgetting my name from how passionately he kisses. It’s powerful, captivating, and electrifying. He’s a starved man who’s finally taking what he wants, and his kiss demands that I’m his.
I melt against him, clenching my thighs. Desire burns through me, owning me.
My heart gives a squeeze, my body quivering against his. I run my hands across his strong shoulders, then down to where his biceps are tense and bulging.
Butterflies burst through me while kissing Reed. This gorgeous Alpha, I want to hate so badly, but I’m fooling no one about how dangerously I long for him.
Arousal crashes through me, my pulse drumming under my breastbone. So much so, my fingers are already pulling at his towel until it drops to his feet. His eyes darken, holding mine as he breaks our kiss. The Alpha I’m staring at is no longer just Reed, the guitarist for Fever, but a ravenous man who’s found his Omega.
My pulse is skyrocketing.
Then, with a grin, he snatches my towel and rips it off me.
“Reed—”
He’s kissing me again, pleasure scorching me. I can’t even remember what I was going to say because I’m desperate for him.
I whimper, my hands curling around the back of his neck, drawing him closer, pushing my breasts against his chest. We’re kissing like we’re on fire, and I can’t decide if I want to push him to the bed so I can ride him or keep kissing. The thought of him breaking away from me is pure torture.
My body writhes against him, and he’s growling under his breath. Hastily, he scoops a hand under my thigh and lifts that leg, and I curl it around his hip.
Next thing I know, I’m off my feet, wrapped around him.
This is Reed, the Alpha who growled at me, rejected me, and I’m purring for him to never stop.
With me pinned against the wall, one hand under my ass, the other against a breast, he’s kissing me like a demon. His tongue pushes into my mouth, exploring, tasting.
The tip of his cock pushes into me.
“Yes,” I exhale into his mouth. Of course, that’s the opposite of what I should be saying, except my body’s betraying me. She desires Reed like he’s our god, and we need to worship him.
He pinches my nipple to that perfect point of pleasure and pain, and his touch pulls a whimper from me.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls, as he kisses all over my face.
“Would you even listen to me if I did?” I asked breathlessly.
He pushes into me more, squeezing in past my slick folds and deeper into me.
I moan, my fingers digging into him as I hold on.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Danica.”
I whine louder as he thrusts deeper, our lips brushing, breaths tangled.
“Lucky for you,” I murmur. “I want you exactly where you are.”
He’s suddenly laughing, and honestly, it’s a strange sound coming from him, as it’s rare to hear him chuckling.
Except this is the most genuine I’ve seen him. And I adore him with every inch of my being.
“I’m only doing this to help you with your heat,” he mutters, then licks my neck before pulling my earlobe into his mouth. Yet I feel him smiling, and this time, I’m laughing at him deluding himself.
“Sure you are…” Breaking into a groan, an explosive pulse of desire sweeps through me, the need surging to the depths of my core. This isn’t just me being horny as hell with Reed, but my growing heat pulsing forward in waves.
Suddenly, the air rings with my cries at the ache, at the arousal, at how drenched I’m becoming.
That only seems to make Reed smile wider.
“Hold on, Omega, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
My mouth opens with a half-hearted response that fades as he grips my hips and plunges in and out of me with the speed of lightning.
God!
Breathing racing, I’m convinced the whole tour bus is shaking from how hard he’s pounding into me as I cling to him, needing this like I need oxygen.
He lifts his head, facing me, this beautiful man consumed by me. The corners of his mouth are tense, but he’s staring deep into my eyes like he’s hypnotized. Part of me recognizes that he’s lost to the lust, but just as I’m riding his cock, I’m only semi-aware of what’s really going on between us.
“More, please more.” The words peel from my lips, my insides consumed by desire.
“I’ve got you,” he purrs, then he fucks me like an animal, hard, brutal, drawing out my pleasure.
Vibrating all over, he dives deliciously deep. An orgasm rolls over me so suddenly, so explosively, I shudder in his arms. He kisses me, stealing my screams, while his hips never relent.
“Fuck,” he hisses against me. “You’re so tight, but I’m not ready to blow, not yet. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from orgasms, then I’ll knot you so fucking hard, you’ll never forget you had my cock inside your tight pussy.”
I’m seizing on his erection, in his arms from my first climax with him, yet his words… fuck me, his words send me into a wilder orgasm. Explosive waves of heat roll over me, swirling around my pussy.
“I’ll hold you to that promise,” I whisper when I finally find my breath.
Chapter
Twenty
DANICA
My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. I’m no longer on the tour bus; instead, I find myself in an extravagant bedroom. The king-sized bed cradles me in sheets that feel like pure silk against my skin. The room itself is jaw-dropping gorgeous.
The white walls are adorned with beautiful paintings of mountains and valleys. Above me, a glittering chandelier hangs from the ceiling with dripping crystals. A wooden carved dresser and cabinet are against one wall, making this space feel like a royal room. On the opposite side of the room, an enormous window offers a breathtaking view of the sky. It’s as if we’re soaring through the clouds. It’s incredible. The air I breathe carries the scent of fresh flowers. A vast difference from the stifling tour bus.
I blink away the last bits of sleep clinging to my eyes and realize I’m wearing nothing but a bed sheet draped around me. My memories gradually come back—my morning with Reed. He’d promised that I would pass out with how hard he’d make me orgasm, and it seems that he delivered on that promise. The thought sends an excited shiver down my spine. How hungrily we came together, even when I tried to tell myself to leave his side.
Hearing voices outside the bedroom, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand. The floor beneath my feet is cool, but the presence of faux fur rugs is like a fluffy cloud beneath me. I wrap the sheet tightly around my body and open the bedroom door.
An enormous hotel suite spreads out before me. There’s no doubt this is the penthouse. Large windows and a balcony have panoramic views of the city below. The sight takes my breath away. In the center of the room, there’s a circular white couch surrounding a faux fire feature that makes me want to sit there. It’s the kind of place fit for royalty and the opposite of what I’m used to.
My gaze wanders farther, and I spot a circular staircase in the distance. It leads to another level of the suite with more doors. A massive TV is mounted on the wall near the cabinet stocked with all kinds of drinks, telling me this place is designed for entertaining. The glittering chandelier, the small lion statues at the base of the staircase, the vases of flowers… this is so much and so beautiful.
That’s when my attention is drawn to Jasper. He’s in a conversation with a hotel staff member. They exchange handshakes, and I can’t help but notice Jasper discreetly slipping a substantial amount of money into the guy’s hand. The man smiles appreciatively and nods before hastily making his exit.
What was that all about?
Jasper’s grin widens as he approaches me, and it’s impossible to ignore the powerful presence he exudes. Every part of his stride, the movement of his shoulders, and the tightness of his jeans over that huge bulge demands my attention. His eyes lock onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Things between us have escalated to the point where I get exhilarated every time I see him, adoring the way he stares at me like I’m his world. And I love that feeling he brings out in me.
“You’re awake, my little mouse,” he declares in a playful tone. “Reed carried you up here while you were asleep. Isn’t that nice of him?”
I’m not sure if I should be horrified or embarrassed to death that people in the hotel saw me in that state. I chuckle at his comment.
“Well, I definitely like my room,” I reply, looking around the rest of the penthouse. “But I’m wondering where my clothes are.”
Jasper’s grin remains, and he moves closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“My beautiful mouse, that’s actually our room,” he reveals. “But how about you go have a shower? We have to head to the stadium for practice runs.”
“Wait, so I don’t get my own room?” I ask, glancing up at the numerous doors on the upper level.
He gestures toward the staircase with a lift of his chin. “There are only three bedrooms in this penthouse, so you’ll have to bunk up with us. My room is yours, okay?”
I blink at his overly wide smile. “Only three? But this place is massive. What are those other rooms for?”
“All kinds of things.” Jasper shrugs nonchalantly, nudging me back into his room and pointing to an en suite door I completely missed earlier. “A gaming room, a cinema room, a gym. Normal stuff.”
I chuckle at his definition of normal in this lavish setting. He seems eager for me to join him in his room, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to.
“Your clothes are already in my wardrobe.” His enthusiasm is admirable as he guides me toward the en suite door, and my head is spinning with questions, but I agree to go ahead and have a shower first.
I’m greeted by a luxurious space that feels like heaven. The shower is elaborate and made of what looks like pearl-white tiles, with enough room for five people under the two shower heads. The warm water cascades over me, washing away the uncertainty from earlier.
After a refreshing shower, I step out, feeling rejuvenated and ready to face the day. My clothes are neatly arranged in Jasper’s wardrobe, and I quickly get dressed in a simple blue dress with long sleeves and a tight bodice. The day looks warm outside, so I opt for sandals.
Next, I quickly swallow one of the suppressant pills Seth got me to tame my scent, though I know it won’t settle my arousal… that was obvious the last time I took one.
As I step into the living area of the penthouse, I’m met with an eerie silence. It appears that everyone has left.
I call out, “Jasper?”
No response. Deciding to do a quick check, I remember Jasper’s earlier explanation that there are only three bedrooms in the penthouse. Which I find difficult to believe.
I rush upstairs. Each room on the upper level is filled with various items and furnishings that seem out of place. For instance, there’s a fully equipped gym, but some of the rooms appear to have random pieces of furniture, like just a dining table and chairs. It’s puzzling why such a setup exists when there’s a larger dining area downstairs.
Narrowing my eyes, suspicion begins to creep in. Did Jasper intentionally arrange for these rooms to be changed? Did he tip the hotel staff to set things up this way, ensuring that I would be forced to share his room? That sneaky dick! It certainly feels like a setup, and I can’t help but smile at his tricks to get me to sleep in his bed.
Jasper returns to the penthouse, a bulging brown paper bag in hand, accompanied by his ever-charming smile. Despite my suspicions about his motives, I’m captivated by his grin and the genuine care he’s shown me.
“Got you some goodies for the trip,” he announces cheerfully. “The other two are downstairs in the car, waiting for us.”
“Okay, perfect. I’m ready,” I reply, grateful for the snacks. I eye him curiously, knowing there’s something more to his actions. “What’s going on?” I ask. “You’re looking at me like you’re up to something.”
“Got you a treat.” He hands me the brown paper bag, and I eagerly take it, opening it up to smell the most divine pastries. I’m practically drooling.
“I know what you did in the penthouse,” I tease.
He chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” he replies, his smirking expression giving him away.
I laugh, unable to resist. “Sure you don’t, Mr. Trickster.”
As we step into the elevator, the sweet aroma of pastries tempts my senses further.
“How else was I going to get you in my bed?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Um, by asking?” I suggest, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Not if you had your own room. This is better because now we have all the amenities in the penthouse.”
“Yeah, like two dining tables?”
He laughs heartily as the elevator doors open, and we exit. “I ran out of decorating ideas,” he admits with a grin.
We walk through a side door, avoiding the prying eyes of a young couple who had recognized Jasper, their hushed excitement clearly audible. The hotel staff member quickly closes the door behind us, and we make our way downstairs to an underground garage, where a sleek black limo awaits.
“Wow, that’s fancy,” I comment, impressed.
“Nothing but the best,” Jasper replies proudly as we approach the limo. We step inside, and I sit on one of the long side seats against the side windows, with Reed across from me and Seth lounging at the rear, his arms stretched out over the back of the seat. Jasper takes a seat near me. It reminds me of those party limousines you can rent. It’s just missing a disco ball.
The powerful scents of the Alphas engulf me instantly, sending an electric jolt through me. My nipples harden without pause, my insides heating up like the scent of them all together in such close proximity has my body preparing for them. Except someone should tell my libido to cool it with instant lust. A wave of dizziness comes over me, and I’m on the verge of swooning from the overwhelming sensations.
“Now, this is the way to travel,” I remark breathlessly, feeling a bit nervous with all their eyes on me. My gaze keeps dipping to Reed, my cheeks flushing at remembering how we woke up and where that led. The atmosphere in the limo grows thick.
As I make myself comfortable in the plush seat, my attention is drawn to Reed, who’s staring at me with something dark yet amusing in his emerald gaze. It’s as if he has something to ask me, and in all honesty, I’m scared to hear it.
Seth is looking at us, grinning mischievously. Does he know what happened with Reed and me on the bus? Did Reed tell him? My cheeks are burning up to think what Reed told him about me sneaking into his bed to play with his dick.
Jasper’s next to me, staring at me, too, with that same stupid grin. God, he knows, too, doesn’t he?
Reed
Ifind myself utterly captivated by Danica as she indulges in the chocolate croissant from her paper bag. Every subtle movement, every bite, it’s as if time slows down just for her. My gaze traces every inch of her as she takes another crunchy bite.
The aroma of the freshly baked pastry fills the air, mixing with the soft smell of her skin with her lavender and mandarin Omega scent. As she takes a delicate bite, a small, satisfied moan escapes her lips.
A fire’s erupting inside of me the longer I stare at her, remembering what it felt like to be buried deep inside her sweet pussy.
Crumbs from the croissant fall onto her top, some catching in the long strands of her white-blonde hair. My gaze locks onto those offerings as if they hold some kind of irresistible calling. Following the path of the crumbs, I watch as they cling to the corners of her mouth.
Danica’s tongue darts out, a slow and deliberate sweep, capturing those stray crumbs. It’s a simple, everyday act, but the way she does it is undeniably sensual. My breath hitches, and the heat in the limo is rising.
