Page 8 of Pack Fever

“God, please,” I beg, seeing nothing but stars and experiencing the most beautiful moment of my life.

He releases my neck, grunting. “That’s right, sweetheart, I’ll be your god, and I’ll make you beg me for more.”

He holds me tightly, while my body roars with the climax owning me. When I finally calm down, he loops an arm around my middle, holding me close to him, as though he wants nothing more than to snuggle.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

His words rock my entire world. I’ve never felt such intensity, such pleasure, and all I want is to curl up in his arms. I can’t stop shaking, my body still coming down from heaven. He gently rocks me, kissing the side of my face.

“How are you doing?”

We’re locked together. I have no idea how he’s maintaining control where I clearly had none.

“That was… everything,” I manage, desire still pulsing through me, his affection sending me over the edge. It terrifies me that I liked him so much already, well aware that nothing can become of us. I shouldn’t be here, and I’m not going to reveal to my mother that I snuck out. Plus, dating Alphas isn’t a thing for Omegas.

We’re matched and registered with the Nexus facility.

“I can make it so much better,” he promises as he frees his fingers, I desperately miss his touch. As he draws his hand out of my pants, I quickly button myself back up, feeling him pulling back and away from me.

I twist to face him, unsure what to say except that I wanted to know more about him.

But instead, he’s standing there, staring down at his hand that’s glistening, but two of his fingers are dotted with blood.

My blood.

My virgin blood.

I freeze on the spot.

His head tilts up, brows pinched tight. “This was your first time?”

The accusation in his voice is almost unbearable.

“Were you going to tell me only after I fucked you?”

I flinch, shoulders shooting back. “Who said you were going to get that far?” I say stupidly, feeling fire crawling up my cheeks at my childish response.

“Danica, I’m being serious.” He pulls out a tissue from his pocket and wipes his fingers.

I feel like I’m going to die. Words try to form, to defend myself, to explain, but I can’t find my response. Not while I’m flushed with dread, wanting nothing more than to shove myself into the crowd and escape, but he’s standing in my way.

“It’s my decision to make, so what’s the problem?” I state, meeting his fiery gaze, suddenly thinking I made a mistake in falling so quickly for him.

“Because if I’m going to be your first or even take your virginity with my fingers, I want to know. I would’ve taken extra care, made it special.”

I know his words are meant to soothe me, but they frustrate me, and with it comes a fiery anger. If he knew I was inexperienced, he wouldn’t have bothered to pick me up. Is that what he’s trying to say?

“Look, don’t get your nose all bent out of shape,” I say loudly over the music. “I don’t want anything long-term from you or to be judged if I am still a virgin or not.”

The words spill out through lips sore from his rough kisses. My pussy is still aching for him, but my chest tightens.

“Danica, it’s not like that,” he states loud enough for me to hear, stepping closer, but I recoil from him.

“I know what it’s like,” I say briskly. “It’s a fun night with no expectations, so why are we even having this conversation? It’s exactly what I wanted.” He reaches for my hand, but I pull away. “Don’t. I don’t need you to treat me like I’m fragile or special. I’m a nobody, just another Beta who entered your life and is now going to leave.”

Just as I’m about to whip around and get the hell out of there, the music chokes into silence. In its place is a shrill siren, which slices through the club’s atmosphere.

My heart drops to my stomach.

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