Page 121 of Pack Fever

“Morning, little mouse,” Jasper purrs, his posture relaxed, an arm propping up his head as he watches me with an affectionate gaze. The guy is drop-dead gorgeous, and waking up to his smile is heaven. “You didn’t vanish from my room this morning. That’s a beautiful surprise. You know what this means?”

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I muster a confused, “What’s that?”

His grin widens. “That you’ve found where you belong. That you’ve made your connection to Reed by you both lowering your guard.” He pauses for a moment, studying my face for a reaction, but I’m still processing it all myself. “And it means you are mine in the mornings from now on.”

Before I can respond and let it all sink in—how my mind is working, how for so long it had me sleepwalking into Reed’s room—Jasper’s pulling me into an embrace, his fingers playfully tickling my sides. I erupt into laughter, the sound filling the room.

Yesterday’s rescue, the fear and chaos we faced, seems a world away. We spent the rest of yesterday in the penthouse, recuperating with food and old movies. It was a much-needed reprieve, a chance to breathe.

Now, invigorated by a night’s rest and Jasper’s infectious energy, I lean in and kiss him all over his face. I can’t get enough of our bodies pressed tightly close, how his mouth is on my neck, driving me insane so quickly.

A knock at the door cuts through the moment.

“Really?” comes Jasper’s instant response. “It’s too early. Go away.”

“Get your butts out here. You’ve got to see this,” Seth announces.

His words aren’t exactly playful, and with a puzzled glance exchanged with Jasper, I scramble out of bed before he starts tickling me again.

“Hey, don’t leave,” he whines with a puppy dog expression.

“Let’s go and see what’s going on.” I reach for my robe draped over the chaise lounge. As I wrap myself in its soft embrace, Jasper makes a show of unveiling himself, flipping the blankets off himself, an open invitation to his huge, erect cock waiting for me.

Damn, he’s so big.

My thighs tremble at the memory of how sexy he feels buried deep inside me and how he’s offering me every delight, all the orgasms.

He beckons me back with a curl of his finger. My knees are close to buckling, so I fall back into bed with him. Despite my heat having mostly passed for now, the connection I have with my Alphas has only intensified. The primal hunger between us remains, my body responding so quickly, I already feel wetness trickling down my inner thighs.

I’m amazed by how an Omega’s body responds to Alphas, not to mention no one at the Omega school ever told us there would be so much wetness, so much slick produced by our bodies.

“Seth just wants you for himself,” Jasper states, reaching down to grope his massive cock. “Now, get your ass back here. Goliath misses you.”

Suddenly, the door opens, and Seth’s there, rolling his eyes as his gaze lands on Jasper. “Man, put that away. And get your ass out of bed.” He isn’t exactly asking nicely, so something else is happening.

Seth meets my gaze and blows me a kiss. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Just then, the penthouse doorbell rings, and as Seth hurries away to answer it, he throws over his shoulder, “Gorgeous, can you go get Reed, too, please?”

“Sure thing,” I answer while Jasper groans.

“This better be for a damn good reason, Seth,” he calls out, grumpily pushing out of bed, which has me laughing at him. His obsession with me sends a thrill through me.

As I tighten the robe around myself, Jasper grabs his and drags it on.

“Little Mouse, this isn’t even close to being over. I need my morning fix of you.”

“What have you been doing all these mornings when you don’t wake up with me in your bed?”

“Crying my heart out,” he answers deftly with a grin.

I laugh out loud. “Sure, you have.”

With a slap to my ass, he makes a beeline for the doorway, where Seth is accepting a tray of coffee and an assortment of pastries.

“God, I’m starving,” I groan, my stomach seconding the motion with a grumble. The aroma of coffee teases me, but I make a quick beeline for Reed’s room.

It’s the first morning since moving in with the pack that I haven’t woken up by his side, and I’m curious, maybe even a little anxious, about how he’s doing.

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