Page 45 of Pack Fever

“Do you think others will hear us?” she whispers.

Right now, with how worked up she has me, there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t give to claim her as mine. And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else outside hears. I left Jasper and Reed to entertain the crowd with instrumental songs, something to distract them from coming to search for Danica and me. I can still hear the tunes playing.

Without another word, I push a finger into her.

She moans and reclines in the tub, her nipples harder, calling to me.

“Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”

“What if all I want tonight is your fingers?” She’s holding onto the edge of the tub.

I’m struggling to keep my shit together as her pussy constricts around my finger, sucking it back in each time I pull out in my quickening thrusts. I can’t stop imagining it being my cock.

“Then it’s yours.” Inhaling her perfume of lavender and mandarin, it invades me. I slip a second finger into her, and she groans, her eyes closing as she moves her hips against each of my thrusts.

“I like that.”

“Good, then lift your shirt and show me your tits. I’m dying to see all of you.”

There’s no hesitation. She tugs up her shirt and her bra, so her heavy breasts fall out. Their rosy, pink peaks are pebble-hard. I’m salivating to suck on them. My gaze follows the tapering of her waist, her stomach going down to where I want to be.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

She blushes as I thrust into her faster. Water sloshes up and down her body, and I love watching the water rolling down her jiggling breasts.

With my free hand, I reach down and unzip my pants, needing release as I remain kneeling, pressed up against the side of the bathtub. I pull my cock out, the desperate ache pulsing deep inside me as I pleasure her, watching her naked body respond to me.

Her bouncing tits have me captivated with raw, carnal hunger. I wrap my hand around my cock, palming the flesh with each thrust into her. She’s writhing, trembling under my touch. Her pussy’s swollen from her arousal, and it’s torture to not take those lips into my mouth and suck on them.

“Fuck, you’re ruining me,” I mutter.

Her breaths grow shallow, eyes opening, but I doubt she heard me. Her gaze is hazy, and she’s so encapsulated in riding my fingers. Whimpering, she sticks her breasts out and purrs. I know exactly what my Omega needs…

Breaths sawing out of me, I tug on my cock, while pausing to push a third finger into her.

Her eyes widen.

“Sometimes, one way to help with the pain if you’re not ready for my cock and knotting, is to intensify the ache.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” she murmurs, but she’s shaking, the look on her face ravenous.

That hunger thunders inside me, a cruel need that I bat away to bring her the closure she needs. She smells so inviting, but fuck, she’s tight. She lifts her hips as if to help me, and I wriggle in a third finger, which I’ve only managed to get the tip in.

“Relax, sweetheart.”

I can’t get enough of staring at her pussy, so engorged, drenched from the bath, and spread from my fingers forcing her wider.

She’s moaning louder as I slowly push more into her. Her knuckles turn white while holding the edges of the tub. Suddenly, she swings her legs out to hang over the tub. The one on my side is inches from whacking me in the face. Then she’s there, spread for me.

The torture of my need is growing, my cock so hard in my hand, I’m about to burst. I’m leaking all over my hand at the sight of three fingers pushing into her, seeing her stretched.

I can’t get enough, can’t look away. This image will be engraved on my brain. I might be crazy, but at that moment, I know I can’t lose her. It’s the pheromones talking, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’ll make this little Omega mine—even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

I listen to her growing moans. How wet she’s becoming brings me to my knees… literally. I let go of my straining cock, knowing I’ll burst if I don’t, and I have other plans set in my mind that I can’t resist.

She squeezes down on my fingers. She’s thrashing, and I can’t stop staring at her. My hips are trusting as if it’s my cock inside of her, not my fingers. Her moans escalate, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. I press my thumb to her swollen clit and move it in tight circles.

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