Page 48 of Pack Fever

Seth’s in my face too, and it’s pissing me off.

“You know, man, you can’t keep hiding from the inevitable,” he murmurs.

“Whatever.” Grunting, I push to my feet and drop the controller on the couch. “No one says all three of us have to share the same Omega. You two go for it.” When I glance back, they’re staring at me as I walk out of the room.

I don’t want to think about Danica or talk about her, it’s all become too fucking much. What I need is space, time to think, to process it all. Before I can make sense of where I’m going, I find myself standing outside her bedroom, my hand already on the door handle.

What the fuck am I doing?

Excitement bubbles in the pit of my gut at seeing her alone, just her and me, and I fucking hate myself for it. Yet here I am, turning the door handle and pushing it open. I don’t know what to expect, but hearing the heavy breaths tells me she’s asleep.

Stepping into the room, I shut the door behind me and stride closer to where the soft glow of the lamp dances across her face. There’s something absolutely perfect about her, the softness of her features, of her skin. Her eyes are shifting behind her eyelids like she’s deep in a dream.

She’s beautiful—undeniable. Blonde hair is sprawled across the pillow while the sight of chocolate smudged at the corners of her mouth, evidence of Jasper’s indulgence, brings an involuntary smirk to my face. A small mountain of candy boxes lies next to her, and one piece is still clutched in her hand as if she dozed off mid-bite.

It’s a side of her I never expected to find endearing, yet here we are. I clench my jaw at how out of control she makes me.

I’ve read somewhere that heat can drain an Omega of energy, and seeing her like this, so vulnerable, only intensifies my conflict. It irritates me that I can’t look away. My gaze skates to her chest, tempted to peel back the blankets to see if she’s only wearing a T-shirt.

Breathing heavily, I curl my hands into balls at my side, telling myself to get the hell out of her room, yet my legs won’t move. Then I’m there, gingerly grabbing the blanket and peering down to find her fully clothed. Fuck, I’m an idiot. Her scent smacks into me, the sweetness of lavender and mandarin taking me over. My cock responds instantly, throbbing in my pants.

I hate that she has this impact on me. She’s like an accident happening in slow motion, and I can’t look away. I want to see it all.

“What’s wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about you? What makes you so special?” I whisper into the quiet room. “Why do you have to complicate everything?”

She stirs in her sleep, rolling onto her side toward me. The chocolate from her hand smears on the pillow and the sheets, leaving a messy trail. Seeing her this way tugs at my insides.

A groan spills from her throat, and my pulse speeds up at the sound, as if we’re in tune, and I fucking hate that.

I turn to leave when her hand suddenly grasps mine. Heart rate spiking, I jerk my attention back down to her, thinking she’s caught me in her room…

Except her eyes are closed, her breathing shallow. She’s not awake, but her body sensed me. Fuck! This is what I’m talking about—how nature is forcing us together, whether we like it or not.

Staring down at her tiny hand in mine, something stabs in my chest. Thoughts of keeping her safe filter through me. Heaving a growl in my throat, I slip my hand free while hers drops to the blanket. She doesn’t stir, yet my pulse is racing at the electricity in my body from her touch.

Hell…

No one has ever affected me like this. The fact that I can’t easily brush it off is fucking frustrating. But if I’m one thing, it’s damn determined to stick to my guns. As much as this Omega impacts me, I’m not ready for such a commitment. I just need to find a way to resist her.

Danica

Waking up the next morning with the taste of chocolate in my mouth, I slowly open my eyes to a white ceiling. Sleep still clings to my insides, and I’m sore, as if I’ve exercised muscles that have never been used. Then thoughts from yesterday flood me. I was almost caught by Nexus, the unexpected sanctuary with Fever, and the whirlwind of the party at Seth’s parents’ home.

My thoughts focus on the mesmerizing kiss I shared with Jasper in the flower garden. Then the memory of Seth taking care of me in the bathroom—his hand on my inner thighs, me asking him to touch me there. His eyes invaded every inch of me.

God, those fingers.

They were inside me. His cock in my mouth.

An excited shiver zips up down my spine, my pulse racing right between my thighs. I reach under the blanket and slip my hand under the band of the loose pants I borrowed from Seth’s mom, and I’m still so wet. Sliding my finger over my clit, I sink into the bed, picturing Seth touching me again like last night. The hunger he showed, the passion with which he stared at me, the intensity of fingering me.

The mattress suddenly shifts beneath me as if someone’s in bed with me, rolling around.

I freeze, my finger still on my clit, and I twist my head to my side, only to come face to face with Reed, lying next to me, his head propped up on the heel of his hand.

Eyes open, he’s wearing a wide grin and showing his white teeth.

My heart catapults into my ribcage.

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