Page 70 of Pack Fever

“Oh, he told you about… that,” I mumble, my face now on fire.

Seth chuckles softly. “Nothing to worry about. You’re with us to help you with your heat, to keep you safe from Nexus.”

I study his face, his calmness, which seems to be the opposite of how he normally is, but it’s late and he may be as exhausted as me.

“You’re one of the most sought-after guys in the world. Why are you wasting your time with someone like me?” I ask, scratching the side of my head.

He leans forward, resting his bent arms on his knees, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Do you know why we live in this old building instead of a penthouse or a mansion?”

I shrug. “So, your fans don’t find you?”

He shakes his head. “We promised ourselves that if we ever made it big, we’d never forget our roots. All three of us had shitty childhoods. This place has me feeling grounded, normal. Besides,” he says, grinning, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. “You’re someone I’m very interested in helping, and I want to know everything about you.”

“Seriously, I’m boring,” I say, hearing the tone of my voice while I’m gushing over him. But seriously, Seth needs to stop giving me that smoldering look and lowering his voice. It makes me go loony for him.

It’s a strange feeling being with Seth, someone so famous yet so down to earth. He makes me feel as though I’m just as important, that I’m so much more than an Omega in trouble. For the first time in so long, I feel like I’m being seen.

Seth leans in, and his hand reaches out to my shoulder as his fingers brush a piece of fluff from my shirt. A giddy rush sweeps through me at having him so close. It’s such a simple gesture, yet the hairs on my arms are standing on end from the electricity between us. He’s resting an arm on the bed between us, remaining close to me, and my breath catches as I stare into those captivating eyes.

I sway toward him as if I have no control over my body. Time stands still as my heart thumps loudly in my chest. I can practically hear the thundering in my ears.

He leans even closer, and my mind’s bursting. God, he’s going to kiss me. Sure, we’ve already kissed two times, but with Seth, each time feels brand new.

Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss. I want this so desperately. I have a hand on his neck to hold on as I lean into him. I slide it up to the back of his head and curl my fingers through his hair, which is surprisingly soft.

I’m not going to lie. Even with my limited experience, I consider myself a decent kisser. I’ve never had a guy complain. But when I kiss Seth, he takes it to a completely new level. There’s no aggression or speed, just a tenderness as though he savors every second and knows exactly what he wants. As if he’s thought about it beforehand, and now he’s making it real.

Swaying against him, my pulse is racing. I know one of Seth’s kisses can make me completely lose my heart to him. He places a hand on the back of my neck as he shuffles closer, the other hand scooping around my lower back, bringing me to him.

I’m cradled between his spread thighs, both of us still on our knees. I press myself closer, consumed with the urgency of having my body pressed flush against his. I rub my breasts against him, wanting to tease him as much as he does me, and I’m not talking about my heat. This is so much deeper.

Raw.

Uncomplicated.

Pure carnal desire.

I’ve been drawn to him since our first time at Nocturne, and things have only escalated between us.

His hand slides up my back and under my shirt. Then he scoops it around to the front and gropes one of my breasts since I don’t have anything under my top.

I moan hungrily, taking his tongue into my mouth. All scattered thoughts vanish as slick slips out of me. This tee and my sweatpants are my pajamas, so there’s no underwear to catch all my excitement. His big hand moves across to my other breast, pinching and tugging on my nipple as my body shudders.

Gasping into his mouth, he breaks our kiss, smiling so deviously, I’m convinced I’m about to orgasm.

He lifts my shirt to stare at my breasts.

“You want me to suck on your gorgeous tits?”

I’m breathing hard now, grasping his arms.

“Is this like a trick question?” I barely manage to stop myself from demanding he do it, right now.

“Then beg,” he says, his tone darkening.

I blink at him, his sudden shift taking me off guard, and as if catching me confused, he leans in and licks my lips.

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