Page 7 of Pack Fever

Suddenly, he forcefully spins me around until I’m facing the wall. Pressing his body against me, he pins me in place.

Shocked, I gasp, more turned on than I should be.

He brushes my hair aside, so my neck is exposed, and his breath is on my ear.

“It’s not completely unheard of for Omegas to sneak into clubs to try out Alphas before settling down.”

I huff and glance back at him with the best cocky expression I can give.

“If you’re so desperate for an Omega, you’re barking up the wrong tree. Maybe try the Nexus facility, buddy.”

He laughs, and the deep guttural sound has me squeezing my thighs together, all the while he’s grinding his erection against my ass.

“I’ve found exactly what I want here,” he murmurs, his lips against my neck. Then his hands loop around my middle, pulling open the buttons on my jeans.

I stiffen, but part of me has that delicious arousal skating down my spine.

“Tell me, sweetheart, is this what you want?” His touch slides lower.

I inhale deeply as his scent buries me while my legs are trembling.

Part of my brain is firing synapses to remember I’ll have to prove my virginity at the Nexus facility, while another part is melting, screaming to let him touch me—just once to know what it’s like to have a man touch me down there.

“I didn’t hear your response.” He licks my earlobe, making me shake.

“Yes.” I exhale the word like it’s everything.

He nudges my legs open with his foot. The touch is tender and so intoxicating.

I inhale deeply as he kisses my neck.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs in my ear touches me where no one ever has.

I moan, stiffening all over. I’ve touched myself in the past, but to have someone else doing it spins my mind. I’m breathless, and my body seems to find a rhythm as he pushes into me, as if he’s trying to open me up.

Electric pulses shoot through my body, diving to the core between my thighs, where this gorgeous man is driving me wild. I’m whining because being so close to him has me close to exploding.

I can barely breathe.

“Hands on the wall, sweetheart,” he asks. “I need you excitement all over my hand.”

The words, the things he says, have me whimpering.

He pushes further, the strain bringing a level of pain of being stretched, but with it comes an unbelievable pleasure that almost balances it out. I never knew I needed this as much as I do now.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispers.

“I need this so badly, please.”

He’s laughing again, the sound covering me in delicious goosebumps.

I’m struggling to believe I’m doing this in a club.

Moaning as both of us rock with the pulse of his moving fingers, my body is tingling all over. The faster he goes, the harder he thrusts, the louder I moan.

I cry out before I know it as a wave of the most intense arousal slams into me.

He’s growling, going quicker when I shake brutally.

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