Page 6 of Pack Fever

But a girl’s got to practise and learn from someone, right?

“So, tell me, sweetheart, are you a singer?” His voice cuts through the chatter and music.

I laugh again, a nervous flutter in my chest that he heard me sing and thinks it’s something special. Since losing Dad, I haven’t sung in front of anyone unless we’re at the club and everyone’s singing. So, the fact he heard me is slightly alarming that he paid that much attention and that I must have been singing louder than anyone else.

“I wish,” I finally admit. The crowd at my back surges, pushing me against him once more. “Sorry, it’s crazy in here.”

His hands are on my hips, suddenly spinning me around so we swap positions with my back to the wall and his to the crowd. I grin, my insides on fire that he pressed himself against the crowd, so they’d knock into him and not me.

I might be swooning hard.

“Is that better?” he asks, his breath a warm whisper on my face. With it comes another flare of his masculine, divine scent, which has me wobbling on my feet. How can his scent do that to me? I’ve heard rumors that when you find your Alpha, your body will react instantly… Is that what I’m feeling?

I nod, grinning and shyly looking away as he pins a hand to the wall over my shoulder, leaning in closer. His fingers are on my chin, and he tilts my head back.

My heart’s dancing in my chest—we’re talking a full, blown-out salsa, hips and all. Who the hell is this guy? Questions press on my throat, ready to ask him everything under the sun.

“You don’t need to be nervous around me,” he murmurs softly.

It’s not just what he says but how he says it—with confidence and certainty that chases away all my apprehensions, as if he’ll take care of any worries I have. Is it strange to feel so connected to a complete stranger?

Before I can respond, his lips find mine, and it’s as if he’s not just kissing me but awakening every inch of my body. My world erupts into a supernova of sensations so overwhelming, so powerful. I know deep down inside this will be a moment that will stay etched on my mind forever.

Stars explode behind my closed eyes as shivers race down my spine.

Our lips are one, sliding together, tasting each other, and he kisses like he’s in control. When his tongue presses between my lips, a shiver curls up in the pit of my stomach, toes curling in my heels. I grasp onto his black shirt, fisting it because I’m convinced I’m floating from the sheer force building between us.

Is this normal?

To have my world dissolve into a blur, to kiss the most incredible man as music beats in my veins?

This is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.

His hands roam across my back, holding me firmly against him, pressing us together.

Should I be so turned on that my panties are already drenched? It goes to show what it’s really like to kiss an Alpha. Our mouths move like magic. I push myself up on my tippy toes to better reach him because I’m tiny compared to him, but gods forgive me, I desperately crave him.

For so long, I accepted that I’d end up with an Alpha but had believed it was more of a necessity than something I’d enjoy. Something my body did to me, but no one actually explained that sensations were so much more than arousal. It was satisfying, alluring, addictive.

Right now, it’s like I’m soaring through the heavens without a need for air, so maybe all this time to be fearful of my Alpha matching had been a mistake.

Or at least with this Alpha who has his hands sliding down my back and grabbing my ass.

He heaves me closer to him, grinding against me. I gasp against his mouth, my heart pounding faster at his promise. Reaching up, he grabs the back of my head, keeping me exactly where he desires. His mouth breaks from mine and begins pressing hot kisses against the side of my neck.

Trembling with need, I inhale deeply as his scent deepens, curling around my insides.

His lips are on my ear, and a small moan brushes past my throat at how he makes me feel like I can never take another breath without his kiss.

“You smell intoxicating but different,” he whispers. “Like an Omega.”

I stiffen, knowing full well that to be caught at a club, let alone making out with an Alpha as an Omega, could result in the government authorities arresting me and labeling me as damaged goods or taking me to the Nexus facility early and doing God knows what to me. My family would be humiliated.

Except everyone knows an Omega doesn’t perfume her real scent until after she starts going into heat.

My lips part, but I swallow my nerves and embrace my confidence as he glances up at me, one thick eyebrow arching.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I tease and laugh. “But sorry, I’m all Beta.” I lick my lips nervously, holding his stare, needing him to buy my lie. My pulse is speeding through my veins, and I feel it thumping just under my skin as he studies me.

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