Page 36 of Pack Fever

“Oh, crap,” I murmur, half-laughing, half-groaning.

Jasper chuckles, not releasing me or trying to get up.

Our bodies are pressed so close, that something’s happening to mine. Flames burst inside me, and my panties are drenched so fast I’m startled.

Something crosses his handsome face, his lips parting, and a lock of dark hair sits over one of his eyes. I’m suddenly in a different universe where it’s only the two of us.

“Danica,” he whispers, almost as if it’s a forbidden word. Something about the way he says it leaves me trembling. His blue gaze holds mine. He feels the charge between us—he has to. My heart thunders behind my ribs.

“The power you hold over me is astounding,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.” When he raises his hand, running the back of his knuckles across my cheeks, a surge of lust crashes into me.

It shouldn’t happen this fast. At school, they said it could take weeks for your body to work up to arousal, feeling only small trickles of excitement that came in bursts. However, what I’m feeling is so much deeper, rising through me like a tsunami.

“I-I guess—” My words vanish when Jasper’s lips are suddenly pressed to mine.

I stand no chance and lean into him.

I’m kissing the drummer of Fever.

An Alpha who I’m undeniably drawn to.

A man who thinks I’m this perfect Omega… but he can’t be more wrong.

The moment his tongue presses past my lips into my mouth, I lose my thoughts. It’s just him and me in the flower bed. My pulse beats rapidly in my ears as his hard erection pressing against my thigh.

Taking his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it and absolutely love his sweet taste, while his musky Alpha scent makes me dizzy. His taste fills my mouth while heat covers me.

Breaths racing, our lips are one, our tongues tangling. My control is slipping.

I start to break the kiss, but Jasper’s firm grip at the back of my head keeps me in place as he moves his tongue through my mouth possessively, as though he’s trying to taste all of me, to remember every inch of me. His other hand holds me tightly at the waist, then slowly creeps up.

I should be alarmed, except something about Jasper tastes like the sweetest fruit, and I can’t deny that resisting him is my weakness.

Groaning against his mouth, my eyes closed, I let myself loll back into his embrace. All I can concentrate on is the way his lips move over mine, how he licks them.

His breaths race as fast as mine as his other hand skips up my body and cups my breast.

Breathing heavily, I’m buzzing all over as I squeeze my thighs together.

Finally releasing me, he whispers against my mouth while pinching my nipple, “Do you want to take this further?”

A moan spills past my throat, my body writhing against him.

“Why’s it so hard to resist? Why do you smell and taste so incredible?”

He groans, and I love the sound he makes. Then he kisses a path of fire down to my throat.

“The things I want to do you,” he says, breathing heavily against my skin.

I can’t think straight and only make moaning sounds.

When his teeth scrape over my neck, I lean back, giving him access, wanting him to bite me. God, I’m so turned on.

“Is that a yes?” he asks with a growl in his throat. There’s something dominant about Jasper I hadn’t expected. He gives my breast a squeeze, sending my mind reeling.

“I want more,” I whisper. “But I don’t think I should. Not here. Not… We’ve just met.” I’m breathless, and when he takes a mock bite out of the side of my neck, I cry out. Thankfully, the music at the party muffles the sound.

“I’m starving for everything you have,” he states while I’m lying in his arms, both of us side by side, glued together and quivering.

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