Page 106 of Pack Fever

Pushing a finger into her, she’s tight but welcoming. I slide another in to get her ready. My lust beats inside me, greedy and urgent, and as she moans louder, which I take as me needing to speed up, I chuckle. Removing my fingers, I lift my cock, sliding the tip up and down her crack, before pushing into her puckered ass. Despite her gripping me, I slide in from her slick. My hands are on her cheeks, keeping them spread. I don’t want to miss a single thing. Energy builds inside me, buzzing through my balls.

Breathless, I’m so desperate to fuck her.

“Please, I want to be fucked. I want you all to fuck all my holes,” she pleads.

“Christ, that’s so hot,” Reed gasps as she slips his cock back into her mouth.

I grip her hips and drive myself all the way in, the sensation sending tingles down to my toes. She’s shaking beneath me, but she’s not telling me to stop. Seth cranes his neck in my direction with urgency in his gaze.

“Let’s fuck our girl,” I say.

“Sure took your time,” he growls.

Reed’s already howling with pleasure.

We pull out and push back into her, slowly at first, finding our rhythm, pumping into her faster, harder. All the while Reed rides her mouth, pumping into it. She’s moaning for more, dripping while we claim her like beasts.

I stretch her with each thrust. Muscles strained, I’m drowning in the sensation of her ass hugging my cock, the opening squeezing so tightly, I feel like I’m going to burst in her once more. Except, I hold back... The next time I come, I’ll be knotting, as will Seth, and I intend to make this frenzy last for as long as possible.

The four of us locked together, bonding, breeding her. We’re all going to take turns flooding her pussy with our seed to ensure she ends up with a child. It’s what I’m craving down at my core, what all Alphas desire.

My body tightens, hips bucking of their own accord into her, Seth doing the same, Reed on a high. While our Danica… she’s floating right now, lost to the haze of her heat.

All I can focus on is taking her over and over, knowing she’s ready for us to take turns fucking her…

Chapter

Twenty-Six

DANICA

It’s been two days since my heat swept through me like a wildfire, leaving nothing in me untouched—literally—reshaping everything I thought I knew about myself, about the three Alphas. They never left my side, their presence a constant during the lust-filled storm of emotions and carnal sensations that I was wholly unprepared for.

The fact that they took turns knotting inside me, flooding me with their cum, brought me unimaginable comfort. Now, I feel the ache between my thighs with each movement… which comes from two days straight of being fucked by three gorgeous men.

By some miracle, we hadn’t left for Philadelphia yet; the music and the world outside our hotel room paused as if in respect to the force of nature that had taken hold of me. And not once did they make me feel guilty about it. If anything, their dedication to pleasuring me and their unwavering support made me feel like they’d willingly endure it all over again. And Reed... Reed’s involvement without a hint of hesitation has me questioning everything I assumed about him disliking me.

This morning, the three of them are back at the stadium wrapping things up, and I’m taking it easy. My body is humming as if I’m still riding an orgasm. It’s exhilarating, in all honesty, but there’s no guarantee that I won’t have another episode. For all I know, what I experienced was the crescendo of my heat. Another reason why they want me resting… just in case it returns.

Needing a break from the penthouse, I pull my hoodie over my face to conceal myself and step out of the hotel elevator. The hotel cafe calls to me with its array of treats and the promise of a strong coffee. I’m desperate for it.

As I stand at the counter, my eyes wander over the selection of cakes, landing on a decadent slice of chocolate mud cake that promises indulgence. I order it along with a latte, deciding to treat myself after the explosive sessions of the past few days.

Waiting for my order, my gaze inadvertently catches on an iPad screen over someone’s shoulder at a cafe table. The headline of the news article sends a jolt through me.

Seth’s Mysterious Hoodie Girl Makes Another Appearance.

My eyes widen in disbelief, and I’m trying to make sense of the words blurring in front of me. The article also states that in the midst of his electrifying performance, he was seen giving special attention to a mysterious girl in a hoodie among the crew, even going as far as to blow a kiss in her direction—a moment caught in a photo that’s now circulating the internet. And there, on the edge of the image, is a figure I recognize all too well despite the hood obscuring her face—me.

Oh, shit!

Panic surges through me, a chaotic whirlwind of dread colliding with me. Why were people watching us that closely and taking photos? Of course, I know the answer. Seth is all over the news, and people watch everything he does. But the risks are terrifying for the potential backlash it could bring the band from Wing Music, and worse, the unwanted attention from Nexus if anyone recognizes me. God, what if someone took a photo of me that captured my face?

Sickness turns in my gut. I can’t go to another concert, not with my hoodie, as everyone will be looking to get a photo of me now.

The girl reading the article is now animatedly discussing it with her friend next to her, saying something about it being romantic. Except it’s too much, and I feel as though I’m about to suffocate.

I move to the window. Maybe I need to go outside for fresh air. I glance out at the bustling street, and my gaze catches on something across the street—a silver SUV with dark-tinted windows parked with an air of silent threat.

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