Page 43 of Pack Fever

Spreading my legs, I hang my bent legs over the sides of the tub to spread myself as much as I can. The pressure in my body drives me wild with the need to touch myself.

My hand skips down to where I’m drenched. My skin is on fire, and the moment my fingers slide between my folds, a small cry grazes my throat. The sensation is so sensitive, so starved. All I can think about is Jasper’s cock and him bragging he’s too big. What I wouldn’t give for it now, to feel him spreading me, giving me release.

I glide the tips of my fingers over the silkiness of my clit, like the other times I’ve done in my bedroom at home, but this is nothing like that. I’m breathless, my heart in my throat, and I feel as if I’m going to explode.

I cry for more as I rub myself, needing that crescendo orgasm that will send me over the edge, which will rip away the ache that’s growing inside me. There’s so much slick, and I’m rocking my hips, needing this, hungry for it. But it’s just not moving beyond the moment of absolute desperation, no matter how much I tease myself or push my fingers into me.

Writhing, I need so much more, like a vibrator… next best thing to a cock. Of course, this is the worst place to think about this. I’m crazily aroused while being absolutely embarrassed.

As I rub my clit faster, a moan slips past my lips.

The door suddenly bursts open.

I half-scream from shock, scrambling to sit up as someone strides into the bathroom.

Chapter

Ten

SETH

Ishove open the bathroom door, every inch of me tense. My heart pounds with concern for Danica. After seeing her flee mid-song, alarm bells went off in my head. As soon as the song finished, I shoved my guitar at Reed and rushed after her.

Now, finding her huddled in the empty bathtub, with terrified eyes, her face pale, my worry deepens.

“I’m here for you. Let me help you,” I say gently as I shut the door behind me quickly, locking it where she had forgotten to do so.

She’s shaking her head, her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees, pulled close to her chest.

“Must you burst in here like a madman?” Her voice is a dark whisper as she hugs herself tighter.

“Better me than Jasper, who might have ripped the doors right off its hinges, giving everyone a view.”

Her mouth drops open, pink spotting her cheeks.

Of course, I know she’s got her skirt around her waist and nothing underneath… I’m not fucking blind. The second I entered the bathroom, my gaze tunneled in on her like a heat-seeking missile. For a heartbeat, I caught sight of her spread, of that beautiful pink flesh I’m dying to kiss. My cock’s throbbing in my pants, but I don’t intend to scare her more than she already is. So, I’ll take my time with her…

“Has your heat cycle started to get more intense?” I ask, knowing enough about Omegas to understand their heat cycle and what they go through. At school, Alphas took specific Omega classes to prepare us since we are responsible for taking care of their needs. So, I’m ready for the pain, the flares of arousal, the ebbs and flows, then her losing all control until we sate her.

She nods, her lips pursed to the side of her mouth. “I don’t know, but it started hurting so badly, the arousal became too much.”

“I’m going to take you to my old bedroom, where you’ll be more comfortable,” I suggest gently.

Panic flashes across her gorgeous face, eyes widening.

“No, I can’t go out there like this. I barely made it off the balcony without causing a scene.” She frantically tries to tug down her skirt to cover her hips.

It’s close to impossible not to catch glimpses of her hips and her thighs. The temptation to hop into the tub and claim her is unbearable. My heart’s hammering in my chest, and my cock is as hard as a boulder from her scent, those sweet sounds she makes, and from seeing her half naked. It’s all drowning me in need.

Her presence is going to kill me quickly if I don’t touch her, taste her, fuck her…

I’m not strong enough to ignore such a stunning woman. Jasper is right in that once she gets into your system, there’s no going back. There’s so much more between us, and I fucking knew it that night at the club when I kissed and fingered her. Fuck!

Moving closer, I lean over her, ready to collect her in my arms. The intoxication of her perfume tightens my balls and makes it hard for me to do anything but picture her naked and spread for me.

Shaking away the headiness, I clench my teeth to concentrate on helping her first.

“Come with me,” I say as I reach down, placing an arm around her lower back, ready to hoist her out. The split-second I touch her, she cries out, her spine arching.

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