Page 122 of Pack Fever

I enter his room quietly. He’s sprawled out on his stomach, the sheets a tangled mess around his waist, exposing the expanse of his tattooed back. The sight steals my breath away. The guy is made of lines of muscles, and to see the sheets just revealing the top of his tight ass has me grinning.

Stepping closer to the side of the bed closest to him, I reach out to gently wake him, my fingers barely brushing his shoulder. In an instant, his eyes snap open, and before I can react, I’m pulled down beside him, his arms encircling me in a protective embrace.

I yelp from how fast he moves as though he’s been waiting for my arrival, and him lying there all sexily was a trap to lure me to him.

“You’re coming a bit late to my room, aren’t you?” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

“Did you miss me?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood, despite the pounding of my heart.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs. “It’s hard waking up alone, not having you there to hold. So, what, now that I’ve said I love you, you’re going to stop surprising me in the mornings?” He grinds his hips forward, his huge cock nestling against my ass. If I wasn’t wearing a robe, I’m convinced he’d already be pushing himself between my thighs to get inside me.

My body trembles with a hungry need at the promise of him fucking me. All while I’m lying with my back to him, and he’s spooning me. Did I mention one of my absolute favorite things to do is to be snuggled by these huge Alphas?

His words tug at something deep within me, and I turn my head to face him.

“Oh, Reed,” I sigh. “Just because we’ve finally admitted how we feel doesn’t mean I’ll stop being full of surprises. You have no idea what I have in store for you,” I tease.

He throws a leg over mine, pinning me in place, locked in his arms.

“Show me,” he challenges.

Giggling, I wriggle against him to escape. “As tempting as it is to stay here with you…” I start, my resolve beginning to waver as his hand slides under my robe, snaking up my thigh.

“You’re not leaving me,” he whispers in my ear.

Just as I’m about to give in to the temptation of the way his fingers are pressing between my inner thighs for access, I remember Seth’s earlier interruption.

“I want everything you’re offering,” I gasp as he pushes a finger between my folds. “But Seth wants to show us something,” I manage to say, though my voice is thick with desire. “He got coffee and pastries.”

Reed contemplates the choice for a moment, making a humming sound.

“Pastries or your sweet pussy? Tough choice, but I suppose the pastries can wait a little longer.”

He circles my clit, and I cry out at how quickly he undoes me.

A bang comes at our door. “Fuck, Reed, get your ass out here. Don’t make me come in there to rip her away from you,” Seth bellows from the living room, clearly having heard my cry for more.

“Fuck you,” Reed yells back.

I use that moment of distraction to extract myself from his hold, pulling free and scrambling to my feet. Turning around, my legs are jelly from the arousal he’s ignited. He’s still lying in bed, his finger that was seconds earlier on my pussy, now in his mouth. He studies me as he sucks on it with seduction in his gaze.

The temptation to just jump back into his bed is devastatingly hard.

“Stop teasing me,” I say and hurl a pillow at him before pulling my robe around myself.

“This is all you,” he insists. “You’ve come to my room every morning, your hand or sweet mouth on my cock, making me come. And now you’re just taking that away from me. That’s brutal, Danica. Savage.”

I howl with laughter at his over-exaggeration. “Come on, get out of bed, and we’ll have to see what we can do to fix things afterward.”

“You bet that’s going to happen.” He gets out of bed, then grabs his sweatpants and climbs into them. My gaze hovers over his huge erection and all the pleasure it promises me. Slipping his hand in mine, we emerge into the main room.

Jasper’s already shoveling down the pastries. Seth puts down a coffee he’d been sipping and calls us over with a tilt of his chin to the couch.

Seth grabs my hand and draws me to sit next to him on the couch, then lays a hand on my thigh. Jasper gives me a chocolate croissant while Reed’s stationed on my other side.

“So, what’s going on?” Reed’s voice cuts through the morning silence, but his question is left hanging in the air as Seth switches on the television on the wall in front of us.

Instantly, we are greeted by the chaos of yesterday’s sports field turned into a party zone. The bold headline underneath the footage reads Seth’s Surprise Reveal of his Mystery Hooded Girl.

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