Page 87 of Pack Fever

Jasper’s breath catches. “First, you were teasing me to hell and back with your handy work on Reed this morning, and now you’re teasing us with the way you’re eating that croissant. You’re doing it on purpose, little mouse, aren’t you?” Jasper’s voice drips with teasing. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, as if trying to contain his drooling. “I can tell you that it’s working…”

“Wait… are you serious?” She finishes off her pastry with the final bit popped into her mouth.

Seth, sitting in the back, can’t help but groan under his breath, his gaze locked on Danica’s lips.

She blinks, staring at each of us, then pausing on Jasper. “You were spying on Reed and me this morning?”

Jasper raises an eyebrow in a semi-defensive manner. “Technically, Seth and I walked in on you both sleeping when we went to wake up Reed,” he explains with a cheeky smirk, as if implying we weren’t the ones who were surprised by her presence.

I chuckle because that’s so like Jasper to walk into any of our rooms, even when we have girls with us.

Danica’s gaze shifts to Seth, who wears an unabashed smirk and shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unapologetic for their intrusion. He surprises me, appearing more impressed than anything by the revelation.

“There’s nothing private between you three, is there?” she asks, brushing the crumbs off her chest, and my gaze is locked on the slight jiggle of her breasts each time she flicks the back of her fingers over them. She’s going to ruin me.

“Not when you sneak into my bedroom most mornings, using my body like a toy.”

Those intense eyes are daggers, driving into me, and I love seeing her hatred toward me. It warms my cock.

“Bruh, what the hell are you complaining about? That you were getting the world’s best handjob?” Jasper blurts.

“God, can we stop talking about this?” she murmurs, her cheeks so beautiful and rosy. Much like when I was fucking her… damn gorgeous. “I have a sleepwalking problem. We all know it now. So, I will make sure never to end up in your bed again. Don’t worry,” she says directly toward me.

I grin at her with a sarcastic chuckle because, of course, I don’t believe she can do it.

She straightens, glaring at me, and it’s laughable because the thing is, she’s too good for me. Her beauty leaves me sleepless most nights, but my mind’s not right. It’s so fucking broken, I remind myself why I should keep my distance.

JASPER

After a long day of meetings with the team and Wing Music, discussing the logistics of our upcoming concert, we concluded it was best for Danica to stay in a hotel for her own safety and peace of mind, at least for the first day or so until everything is set up. She agreed, albeit reluctantly with clear disappointment in her eyes.

It broke me as I’d prefer to have her by my side, but during these meetings, she’d be bored out of her mind.

The three of us are now back at the penthouse, and I stretch my back, feeling the strain of the day’s tensions. Heading to the bar in our place, I decide a scotch on the rocks is in order. Seth’s already there, giving me a look that clearly says he wouldn’t mind one himself.

“Planning on just watching me drink, or you gonna growl for one too?” I tease, pouring the amber liquid over the clinking ice for him too.

Seth chuckles, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten. “Make it a double for me, then.”

“Okay, who the hell took all my clothes and bedsheets from my room?” Reed bellows from his doorway, his gaze darting between me and Seth. “It’s you, isn’t it, Jasper? Is this some kind of prank? Because you know I’ll rip you a new one if we're starting a prank war.”

I take a sip of my scotch, studying him with amusement. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Seth and I meander over to his room, only to find it almost bare of clothes and bedsheets, a sight that sends me into a fit of laughter. “What, did a fan sneak in and make off with your wardrobe?”

Meanwhile, Seth checks his own room, only to find a similar scene. “All my stuff's gone too,” he calls out, sounding slightly concerned.

With a growing sense of unease, I head to my room, the humor of the situation quickly fading. “Danica?” I call out. We haven’t seen her since walking into the penthouse. My mind races with possibilities, none of them good.

As I push open the door to my room, the sight that greets me stops me in my tracks. There, amidst a makeshift nest of our clothes and bedsheets, lies Danica. She’s curled up, fast asleep, the exhaustion and stress of the past days etched on her peaceful face. The sight is so unexpectedly tender, so vulnerable, that my heart aches.

Reed and Seth join me, and any irritation at the missing items evaporates at the sight of her. We exchange glances.

“She’s starting to nest,” I say softly. “The climax of her heat is not far then.”

They both nod, yet their sights are on our Omega, wrapped up in our clothes, bedsheets, and our scents. She’s breathing heavily as if she can’t get enough… it’s only when she shifts slightly, that her bare shoulder is revealed. She’s sleeping naked under there, and my cock’s already thumping with an urgency to join her.

As we stand in the doorway of my room, I note that this, right here, is what it’s all about. Protecting her, giving her everything she needs. It's become a shared bond, one that ties us together in ways I never anticipated.

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