Page 44 of Pack Fever

Pain twists her expression, then she stares at me like she’s transformed into something primal and starving. Her hands clutch my shirt as she shakes with the fear flaring in those beautiful blue eyes.

“Please, help me,” she whispers. “I don’t want to go out there and have anyone see me like this, but I don’t know how to stop the ache and desire.”

My heart squeezes at her plea. It ruins me to see her in such a vulnerable state, stirring a deep sense of protectiveness in me.

“Danica, I’m by your side, trust me, you’re not in this alone,” I assure her, realizing that moving her might not be the best idea given how spooked out she is and intimidated. “How about I help you here? The door’s locked. So, where does it hurt?”

Her response is hesitant, her stare searching mine as if needing reassurance. “I-I just… I need to cool down. Maybe that’s all it is. It’s all so overwhelming.”

I want to tell her that not even a cold shower will cool her down in her state, but I give her the benefit of the doubt to avoid putting her under more duress. Leaning over, I grab a towel from the rack, then return, kneeling next to the porcelain tub.

“I can run you a cold bath,” I suggest. “Your clothes will get wet, though.” I offer the towel to cover herself instead.

Shaking her head, she accepts the towel. “No, I’ll be fine,” she says.

Turning to the end of the tub where her feet are, I find the plug and place it in the tub, then slowly turn on the cold water. From the edge of my eyes, I see her shuffling to quickly undress while keeping the towel covering her lap. When I find her no longer shifting about, I turn to face her.

“The water’s really cold,” she says, sitting up straight, the towel wrapped around her chest and falling down to her lap, hiding her from me.

A laugh spills out past my lips.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, almost pouting.

“You hide from me when the only way to help you is by touching you, letting me see all of you.”

“I know.” Her cheeks are bright pink. “But… but I need time. Everything’s happening so fast, and you’re my first. Hell!” She glances down, one hand holding the towel, the other playing in the water, rushing up the sides of her legs.

I see her writhing, her lips tight, and it’s obvious she’s trying to suppress the desire flaring through her. Moving closer, I reach over, tucking my fingers under her chin and tilting her head back.

“You don’t need to be shy around me. I’m drawn to every inch of you. Do you know how hard I’m working not to leap into the tub with you? How desperate I am to press my mouth to your pussy to really taste you?”

Gasping, her eyes on mine, something different flashes over her face—acceptance. She takes my hand, her grip firm yet trembling, the struggle in her gaze deepening, and gradually slides it up her inner thighs.

Heat radiates from between them, so much fire, and even with cold water rushing up between her spreading legs, I feel the slick on her inner thighs.

“Here,” she says as my fingers reach her soft pussy lips. My breathing’s racing. “This is where it aches so much.”

She’s so fucking innocent that I want to rip that towel and the rest of her clothes off her with my teeth and lick her everywhere. I want my face buried in her pussy so I can take her scent down to my lungs to fill myself with her.

“D-Does this mean we’re going to have sex?” she asks.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” My fingers brush over the seam of her crease, feeling the heavy slick she’s releasing… She’s so ready for Alphas to fuck her hard.

Heavy breaths rush from her parting lips. “I-I…” She blinks at me, and a confident look crosses her face. I watch her whimpering as she fights the waves of arousal rushing through her body. Waiting for her, I swear I’m losing blood from my face because it’s all gone down to my cock.

She suddenly peels the towel from her lap, and she’s naked up to her waist. As she pushes the towel out of the tub, I take in how her hard nipples press against the fabric of her shirt. The feel of her pussy on my fingertips leaves me with bated breath, especially when she bends, lifts her legs, and spreads them as much as the tub will allow.

It feels as though I’ve been struck by lightning, my gaze falling to the thin line of light hair that leads me to where my fingers are pushing open her lower lips.

“I adore that you’re not completely shaved. I find that so damn sexy.”

She moans as I take in that tight little hole I’m teasing and her dusty pink pussy. I’m not strong around Danica, not when she’s in front of me, teasing me, opening herself up for me, showing me everything she has.

I’m shuddering on the inside, pre-cum already spilling from my cock at the thought of slipping into her tight hole.

She’s studying me, watching me as I stare at her. My head is light as if I’m drunk, high on her scent. Her body swallows me.

She’s rocking her hips slightly, wanting me to push into her.

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