Page 63 of Pack Fever

A whimper spills past my throat, and something wild comes over me. Something so powerful that I swing toward him, and his hand squeezes mine as he’s ready to catch me again.

“Jasper, I need your help, please. The ache is coming back.” My free hand’s on his chest, and I’m contemplating scaling this mountain of a man.

“I’ve got you, little mouse.” In a heartbeat, he lets go of my hand, and I’m in his arms. I snap my legs around his middle. From this position, I’m practically sitting on his erection, tucked in his pants, and it’s impossible not to rock myself on him.

“Danica, I’m barely holding back.”

“Maybe I should take that shower,” I insist, frantic at how much I’m tingling, at how I already have my lips on his neck.

“Cling to me, gorgeous. I’ll have you naked in seconds.” He races up the steps, me bouncing in his arms. All while I’m licking his neck. He tastes sweet, like blueberries, with a hint of salty perspiration. I can’t get enough as I nibble on him.

“You’re killing me,” he growls. “But you’re not having a shower. Not yet. I don’t want to taste the water and you clean. I’m craving your pure slick, and I want to inhale the depth of your raw scent into my lungs.” He’s grunting, one arm tight around my waist, so I’m not going anywhere.

In a flash, we burst into his bedroom, and he’s kicking the door behind him.

He drops me to the bed, and I fall onto the soft mattress with a brutal moan in my throat that demands him to touch me.

“I hate you being so far from me,” I purr.

Standing at the end of the bed, he rips his shirt up and over his head. My mouth parches at how ripped this man is, the strong pecs that dance when he flexes.

“I’m right here,” he coos, reaching down and tugging at the zipper on my skirt, which he then yanks down my legs. Fiddling with my shirt, he pulls it up and over my chest, revealing my white bra.

But this arousal must be making me forget things because just having him trying to undress me, I’m reminded of the ugly scars on my arm. No way in hell am I letting this gorgeous man discover how disfigured I am and scare him away.

If he rejects me, I’ll die.

So, I push against the hands grasping my shirt.

“Leave it on, and I’ll remove my bra instead.” I reach around my back and unhook it, then push it up, releasing my breasts.

His gaze widens, as does that devious smile, but then his brows pinch tightly together.

“I want all of you naked. Remember, I promised to lick you all over. You’re not going to make a liar of me, are you?” he teases.

“You’re talking too much,” I answer quickly. My words are brave, but I’m trembling. I’ve never been with a man like this before. And I don’t want to scare him away with my scars.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs while he kicks off his boots and steps out of his jeans. My gaze dips to his massive cock, to the tip dripping in pre-cum. He must have a resolve made of steel not to have come already.

Bending my knees, I slowly spread my legs, staring at the way Jasper inspects me, at the way his breath catches. I’m gasping for breath, my rocks already rocking at how starved I am for an Alpha, for this band member from Fever.

He reaches down for me, his fingers slipping into the folds of my dripping wet pussy.

I tremble, my chest already arching for him. It’s everything.

“Please, Jasper, don’t make me wait. It’s deepening.”

He leans closer, spreading me, all while rubbing my clit.

“Look at that tight little hole, sucking down already, waiting for me.”

“Jasper,” I plead, then I’m crying out suddenly, my body shaking, that deep sharpness cutting through me.

Jasper

“Hang on,” I murmur, kneeling on the bed between her legs. Truthfully, I had every intention of going back down on her to lick that sweet pussy because I can’t get enough, but my little Omega needs me now. She pushes her legs wider for me, purring for me to be taken.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me or that I’ll be in her life forever. But she’ll find out.

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