Page 84 of Pack Fever

“Yes,” I exhale into his mouth. Of course, that’s the opposite of what I should be saying, except my body’s betraying me. She desires Reed like he’s our god, and we need to worship him.

He pinches my nipple to that perfect point of pleasure and pain, and his touch pulls a whimper from me.

“Tell me to stop,” he growls, as he kisses all over my face.

“Would you even listen to me if I did?” I asked breathlessly.

He pushes into me more, squeezing in past my slick folds and deeper into me.

I moan, my fingers digging into him as I hold on.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, Danica.”

I whine louder as he thrusts deeper, our lips brushing, breaths tangled.

“Lucky for you,” I murmur. “I want you exactly where you are.”

He’s suddenly laughing, and honestly, it’s a strange sound coming from him, as it’s rare to hear him chuckling.

Except this is the most genuine I’ve seen him. And I adore him with every inch of my being.

“I’m only doing this to help you with your heat,” he mutters, then licks my neck before pulling my earlobe into his mouth. Yet I feel him smiling, and this time, I’m laughing at him deluding himself.

“Sure you are…” Breaking into a groan, an explosive pulse of desire sweeps through me, the need surging to the depths of my core. This isn’t just me being horny as hell with Reed, but my growing heat pulsing forward in waves.

Suddenly, the air rings with my cries at the ache, at the arousal, at how drenched I’m becoming.

That only seems to make Reed smile wider.

“Hold on, Omega, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

My mouth opens with a half-hearted response that fades as he grips my hips and plunges in and out of me with the speed of lightning.

God!

Breathing racing, I’m convinced the whole tour bus is shaking from how hard he’s pounding into me as I cling to him, needing this like I need oxygen.

He lifts his head, facing me, this beautiful man consumed by me. The corners of his mouth are tense, but he’s staring deep into my eyes like he’s hypnotized. Part of me recognizes that he’s lost to the lust, but just as I’m riding his cock, I’m only semi-aware of what’s really going on between us.

“More, please more.” The words peel from my lips, my insides consumed by desire.

“I’ve got you,” he purrs, then he fucks me like an animal, hard, brutal, drawing out my pleasure.

Vibrating all over, he dives deliciously deep. An orgasm rolls over me so suddenly, so explosively, I shudder in his arms. He kisses me, stealing my screams, while his hips never relent.

“Fuck,” he hisses against me. “You’re so tight, but I’m not ready to blow, not yet. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from orgasms, then I’ll knot you so fucking hard, you’ll never forget you had my cock inside your tight pussy.”

I’m seizing on his erection, in his arms from my first climax with him, yet his words… fuck me, his words send me into a wilder orgasm. Explosive waves of heat roll over me, swirling around my pussy.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” I whisper when I finally find my breath.

Chapter

Twenty

DANICA

My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. I’m no longer on the tour bus; instead, I find myself in an extravagant bedroom. The king-sized bed cradles me in sheets that feel like pure silk against my skin. The room itself is jaw-dropping gorgeous.

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