Page 71 of Pack Fever

“Hey, sweetheart, let me know if you want this. You’re going to devastate me, aren’t you?”

A moan rolls past my throat before I register it. I’m insatiable around him, as if my body responds addictively to the way he speaks to me.

He tugs my shirt down my chest and rakes his gaze over my body before lifting his gaze to mine.

“It’s okay, good girls wait.”

I grab hold of his hand, not wanting to let go.

“It’s not a no,” I murmur in a moment of awkwardness. “You just surprised me.”

He smiles, and it’s easy to see that there’s something much darker behind his gaze when he looks at me. Placing his hand on the side of my neck, he holds me like he has control over me.

“When you need me for your heat, I will be at your beck and call. I will give you everything you desire and so much more. I’m dying to experience your heat’s hunger firsthand, but sometimes, I like to experiment, to have so much more with you.”

“You want to dominate me, don’t you?” I ask, thinking of his command for me to beg him.

“Will that be a problem?” His thumb runs the length of my jawline.

My hard nipples brush against the fabric of my shirt each time I move even a smidgen.

“I’m willing to try anything for you, sir,” I answer playfully, unsure how I ended up in this conversation, but I’m enjoying discovering the layers of these Alphas. They aren’t exactly how they appear at first glance. The more I think about it, Seth being dominating shouldn’t be a surprise. He controls the band, he’s the lead singer, and I’ve seen Jasper and Reed fall into line with his final word.

“I like how those words fall from your pretty lips.” He pulls back and sits on his heels, studying me with pure confidence on his face. He’s completely in control of the situation, of me. I see that now.

My breathing grows erratic, as though I’ve forgotten how to draw air into my lungs. Then he flashes me a smile, like he’s a wolf, and I want to be his prey. I bite down on my lower lip as I clench my thighs at the arousal spiraling through me like a tornado at the thought of being dominated by him.

Suddenly, I’m super aware of how close we are, how intense his Alpha scent teases me, how his jeans are tenting over his cock. I stare into those deep blue eyes that are speckled with gold. How have I not noticed them before now?

Desire thunders through me, and I can’t help but think that he might have unleashed a hidden kink inside me I didn’t know I had. With it comes an unbearable need that has me close to salivating. So does a slight trepidation that I’m not thinking straight, and when I discover he won’t want me after my heat, I’ll be broken beyond fixing.

A voice tells me I’m already too far gone, yet I’m pulling away from the bed.

“I-I should probably go to sleep,” I murmur, my feet already carrying me to the door, my head spinning with emotions I can’t make sense of. I can’t explain it, but the reality of what I’m playing with promises to leave me broken. I feel it so hard that it terrifies me.

I never should have done anything with Jasper, either, as I’m asking for heartache.

It’s easier if I tell myself that their pack is helping me with my heat. Even Jasper’s words in the elevator were spoken in a moment of heady arousal. What if they find out they don’t want an imperfect Omega? Can I deal with that?

My gaze clashes with Seth’s blue one, and at that moment, I realize the reason his proposal worries me is that I’m falling for him. I promised myself I wouldn’t let that happen… I don’t know what to do, so I turn and rush out of his room.

Chapter

Seventeen

DANICA

I’m in the doorway at the rear of Fever’s building, tugging down on my hoodie to hide my face, just in case Nexus are watching. Even if it’s late evening and the rain is coming down in torrents, drenching everything in its path, I don’t put anything past the organization.

Thunder cracks overhead, and I hug myself, anxiety creeping through me.

Parked on the road a bit farther down is a massive bus, the Fever tour bus, even if it has no signage. Reed’s climbing onboard, Jasper close behind but pauses in the doorway and turns to me, waving me over. Seth sprints toward me with an umbrella from the bus, his gaze filled with concern as he reaches my side.

“Come on, Danica,” he urges, holding the umbrella over both of us.

But my legs are made of stone and won’t move. I can’t get them to budge, no matter how much I want to take a step closer to the tour bus to stop the fear crowding my mind.

A thunderous roar shakes the world, the buildings around me seeming to quake. I flinch, pulling back indoors. I’ve been standing here for what feels like an eternity while the guys have loaded our bags onto the bus. Yet I’m frozen in place.

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