Page 65 of Pack Fever

“Goddamnit,” I growl, my balls retracting, my dick hard to the point of pain. Then I pull halfway out and thrust hard, my load blowing. I roar, my cum spewing into her, the swell of my cock’s knot sending me wild. Stars dance behind my eyes at how hard I’m emptying inside her.

She mewls, and I stare at her shocked face. She has to feel my knot swelling inside her, pushing against her walls, keeping us locked. All while I never stop spilling into her. There’s so much of the cream that fills her, and I love every fucking second of it.

“Can you feel me flooding you with my cum, little mouse?” I groan, my fingers digging into her hips as I have us joined.

I shudder with each pump of cum still coming out of me.

She’s breathing quickly now, staring at me like she’s afraid, but she must trust me to take care of her, seeing she’s not crying to get away. I reach down with my hand, my thumb playing with her engorged clit. She’s so sticky and smells heavenly sweet, then I pinch her clit. She moans for me, and I love her body responding to me.

“Who do you belong to, gorgeous?” I ask as the last drops of my seed flood her.

“Yours, Jasper. I’m all yours,” she gasps, her eyes hazing over with desire, but she’s smiling beautifully.

I give her clit another squeeze, and she’s exploding with moans.

“And who do I belong to?” I ask, to which she grins.

“Me,” she announces loudly.

“That’s right, my little mouse. You cast a spell on me from the moment you bumped into me in the street, and now I’m claiming you.”

She nods.

Leaning forward so I’m on top of her, I roll onto my side, then onto my back, bringing her with me. She straddles me, lying on top of me.

I’m so fucking obsessed with this little Omega.

Then she’s kissing me while blushing. My cock’s buried inside her, knotted, and it feels like I could remain like this for eternity. Her lips are sweet and a darker shade of pink, just like her pussy.

“Rest on me,” I say. She places the side of her face against my chest, her arms dangling on either side of me. I wrap my arms around her as we both catch our breath.

“I love this more than you could imagine,” she murmurs. Her chest is rising and falling fast, and I feel the fast thumping of her heart.

“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are. To see your pussy opening up for me was a dream. To hold it, fuck it, fill it, is everything to me.”

She’s giggling, and I notice she’s already got her eyes closed from exhaustion.

“How’s the pain?” I ask.

“So much better now.”

I bend my head to kiss the top of her forehead, embracing her while a sense of completeness fills me. I’m the first to admit it’s strange to feel so intensely about someone I’ve known for just a week, but I don’t give a fuck. To me, she’s everything.

Danica raises her head, staring at me for a long pause before she asks, “Why did you really lose it up on the balcony? I mean, I know why, but why so extreme?”

Exhaling a long breath, I hold her gaze, well aware she deserves the truth. My past is fucked up, but it’s made me who I am today.

“I know I have a bit of a temper, and I’ve been working on controlling it. Not that I’m excusing myself, but I figured out my triggers. When someone I care for is in danger or hurt, something maddening comes over me.”

She blinks, staring at me with those striking green eyes that sparkle like raindrops on leaves after a storm, and I find a sense of calm behind them.

Beautiful. Captivating. Mesmerizing.

“But why?” she asks gently. “Did something happen to you when you were young? Sorry if I’m asking too many questions. Just tell me to shut up.”

I chuckle, adoring her curiosity. It’s not something I talk about often, but the rest of the band knows my shit. For the first time in my life, I’m totally okay with talking about my past without being pissed about the questions.

Her lips are pinched to the side, watching me like she’s said the wrong thing.

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