Page 86 of Pack Fever

“Got you a treat.” He hands me the brown paper bag, and I eagerly take it, opening it up to smell the most divine pastries. I’m practically drooling.

“I know what you did in the penthouse,” I tease.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” he replies, his smirking expression giving him away.

I laugh, unable to resist. “Sure you don’t, Mr. Trickster.”

As we step into the elevator, the sweet aroma of pastries tempts my senses further.

“How else was I going to get you in my bed?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Um, by asking?” I suggest, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Not if you had your own room. This is better because now we have all the amenities in the penthouse.”

“Yeah, like two dining tables?”

He laughs heartily as the elevator doors open, and we exit. “I ran out of decorating ideas,” he admits with a grin.

We walk through a side door, avoiding the prying eyes of a young couple who had recognized Jasper, their hushed excitement clearly audible. The hotel staff member quickly closes the door behind us, and we make our way downstairs to an underground garage, where a sleek black limo awaits.

“Wow, that’s fancy,” I comment, impressed.

“Nothing but the best,” Jasper replies proudly as we approach the limo. We step inside, and I sit on one of the long side seats against the side windows, with Reed across from me and Seth lounging at the rear, his arms stretched out over the back of the seat. Jasper takes a seat near me. It reminds me of those party limousines you can rent. It’s just missing a disco ball.

The powerful scents of the Alphas engulf me instantly, sending an electric jolt through me. My nipples harden without pause, my insides heating up like the scent of them all together in such close proximity has my body preparing for them. Except someone should tell my libido to cool it with instant lust. A wave of dizziness comes over me, and I’m on the verge of swooning from the overwhelming sensations.

“Now, this is the way to travel,” I remark breathlessly, feeling a bit nervous with all their eyes on me. My gaze keeps dipping to Reed, my cheeks flushing at remembering how we woke up and where that led. The atmosphere in the limo grows thick.

As I make myself comfortable in the plush seat, my attention is drawn to Reed, who’s staring at me with something dark yet amusing in his emerald gaze. It’s as if he has something to ask me, and in all honesty, I’m scared to hear it.

Seth is looking at us, grinning mischievously. Does he know what happened with Reed and me on the bus? Did Reed tell him? My cheeks are burning up to think what Reed told him about me sneaking into his bed to play with his dick.

Jasper’s next to me, staring at me, too, with that same stupid grin. God, he knows, too, doesn’t he?

Reed

Ifind myself utterly captivated by Danica as she indulges in the chocolate croissant from her paper bag. Every subtle movement, every bite, it’s as if time slows down just for her. My gaze traces every inch of her as she takes another crunchy bite.

The aroma of the freshly baked pastry fills the air, mixing with the soft smell of her skin with her lavender and mandarin Omega scent. As she takes a delicate bite, a small, satisfied moan escapes her lips.

A fire’s erupting inside of me the longer I stare at her, remembering what it felt like to be buried deep inside her sweet pussy.

Crumbs from the croissant fall onto her top, some catching in the long strands of her white-blonde hair. My gaze locks onto those offerings as if they hold some kind of irresistible calling. Following the path of the crumbs, I watch as they cling to the corners of her mouth.

Danica’s tongue darts out, a slow and deliberate sweep, capturing those stray crumbs. It’s a simple, everyday act, but the way she does it is undeniably sensual. My breath hitches, and the heat in the limo is rising.

I promised myself that I would maintain my distance from Danica, but it’s proving to be an impossible task. Especially seeing the simple act of her eating in front of me has me rock hard in my pants.

Seth’s sly grin doesn’t go unnoticed. I can practically hear his silent teasing. The knowing look in his eyes adds to my growing tension at how I can’t control my feelings.

Shifting uneasily in my seat, I try to regain my composure. I remind myself that we have a packed schedule ahead, including rehearsals and concerts. But none of that matters when it comes to how hungry I feel for her, how quickly my breaths are speeding up, how my mind’s conjuring images of her naked and me fucking her every position in the Kama Sutra.

A growing desire stretches inside me, a longing that’s messing with my head.

Jasper’s grin widens as he leans in closer to Danica. “You’re doing a fine job of killing me today,” he purrs, his eyes locked onto her as she takes another bite of the pastry. Crumbs cascade onto her top and nestle in the corners of her mouth, and it’s a sight that leaves me spellbound.

“Oh, really?” she asks innocently, as if she doesn’t know what impact she has on us. I doubt that very much by the tiny grin on her face.

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