Page 83 of Pack Fever

“This isn’t a good idea,” I murmur, twisting to face him. His bedroom eyes and that expression of pure lust do nothing to tamp down my flames. I can barely swallow past my dry throat.

“I know.” He doesn’t move or let me go.

There we are, neither separating, and I’m breathless with how fast my heart’s thumping in my chest. Slick slips onto my inner thighs the longer he touches me. Liquid flames race through my veins, and I can’t focus on anything but the lust of my body and the Alpha in front of me with hunger in his gaze.

His thumb gently rubs the inside of my wrist, coaxing a purr from my throat. Despite his actions, his erection pushing against his towel, there’s war behind his eyes.

“You know you can’t blame me if this goes anywhere,” I whisper, my voice caught in my lungs.

His brow furrows as if reality slams into him, and his grip loosens around my wrist. A deep ache settles in my gut. I can’t deny the disappointment that feels very much like rejection.

My heat is confusing me because my head is telling me to walk away. Yet every other inch of me demands I beg him to make me his.

In a moment of clarity, I make a break for the open door.

Before I escape, he’s there again, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into his room against him. He’s touching my scared arm and isn’t flinching away. Was he honest earlier when he asked me not to put words in his mouth?

In a heartbeat, he’s got me with my back pinned to the wall.

We’re face to face.

His breathing grows heavy while mine is racing.

Our bodies are tense, yet we’re pressed together, his erection pushing against my stomach.

“I have no control around you,” he growls, his hand pushing through my hair, curling around to the back of my head where he fists it. “Yet I crave you to the point of madness, and I’m trying so fucking hard to resist you, to keep away from you, but you’re making it impossible.”

“Well, I hate you, too,” I murmur, sounding out of breath.

Then his lips are on mine, giving me no chance to respond or to push him back. I lose myself just as quickly, even forgetting my name from how passionately he kisses. It’s powerful, captivating, and electrifying. He’s a starved man who’s finally taking what he wants, and his kiss demands that I’m his.

I melt against him, clenching my thighs. Desire burns through me, owning me.

My heart gives a squeeze, my body quivering against his. I run my hands across his strong shoulders, then down to where his biceps are tense and bulging.

Butterflies burst through me while kissing Reed. This gorgeous Alpha, I want to hate so badly, but I’m fooling no one about how dangerously I long for him.

Arousal crashes through me, my pulse drumming under my breastbone. So much so, my fingers are already pulling at his towel until it drops to his feet. His eyes darken, holding mine as he breaks our kiss. The Alpha I’m staring at is no longer just Reed, the guitarist for Fever, but a ravenous man who’s found his Omega.

My pulse is skyrocketing.

Then, with a grin, he snatches my towel and rips it off me.

“Reed—”

He’s kissing me again, pleasure scorching me. I can’t even remember what I was going to say because I’m desperate for him.

I whimper, my hands curling around the back of his neck, drawing him closer, pushing my breasts against his chest. We’re kissing like we’re on fire, and I can’t decide if I want to push him to the bed so I can ride him or keep kissing. The thought of him breaking away from me is pure torture.

My body writhes against him, and he’s growling under his breath. Hastily, he scoops a hand under my thigh and lifts that leg, and I curl it around his hip.

Next thing I know, I’m off my feet, wrapped around him.

This is Reed, the Alpha who growled at me, rejected me, and I’m purring for him to never stop.

With me pinned against the wall, one hand under my ass, the other against a breast, he’s kissing me like a demon. His tongue pushes into my mouth, exploring, tasting.

The tip of his cock pushes into me.

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