Pack Fever: Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 14

Fourteen

Abalmy breeze brushes against my skin. Yet goosebumps skate up my arm at the knowledge that Jasper’s in the storage room beating the snot out of some creep because of me.

Hey, I’m completely smitten with him for protecting me, but something scary crossed his face when he took my hammer to deal with the guy. Something fucking crazy.

I keep facing the door, reaching for the handle to stop him, but then I freeze. Behind me, the music and the party on the rooftop booms, but fear’s gripping me that I’m going to get Jasper into a world of trouble.

From in the room, the sounds reach me—the grunts, the dull thumps, the pained cries. Part of me cringes because I don’t fully recognize the Jasper I first met. Truth is, I don’t hate him for it. I just don’t want him to get in trouble, especially after seeing what happened with Seth and the whole engagement fiasco.

Glancing over my shoulder anxiously in case someone sees us, I spot the bar’s guard strolling toward us in his tight black pants and fitted black tee with the word Security printed across his chest.

My nerves tighten. “Oh, fuck!” He’s going to catch Jasper and report him.

At that same moment, Jasper steps out of the storage room, shutting it quickly behind him. The hammer is no longer in his grip, and his expression is surprisingly calm.

Alarm bells are flying off in my head. There are two specs of blood on his navy-blue button-up shirt, which is easily missed if you’re not looking for them.

His gaze moves right to the guard. “Hey, Jack,” he says casually, as if he hasn’t just come out of a room after beating up a man with a hammer.

My heart’s pounding in my chest, my gaze locked on the guard.

His mouth curls upward, and he exchanges a fist pump with Jasper, who in turn wraps his arm around my waist possessively and draws me against his side. Part of me is still in shock from what happened, from his violent response, yet another side of me absolutely adores him for coming to my rescue like my knight in shining armor.

“Jasper, is everything alright?” Jack asks.

My Alpha nods nonchalantly, saying, “I need you to take care of the mess in there. Show the drunk asshole out. He laid a hand on my girl earlier. Just keep it under wraps, as always, and ensure he doesn’t speak with the press. Also, he’s banned from this establishment.”

My gaze shifts between the two men, at their calm conversation as if they’ve had it dozens of times. How many people has Jasper beaten up?

“Leave it to me, buddy,” Jack answers with a grin. “Go enjoy your night.”

Jasper’s attention turns to me, that mind-blowing smile confusing me after what just took place. His hand tightens around me.

“Are you okay?” he whispers. “Did that asshole hurt you?”

I shake my head, still processing everything.

“He spooked the hell out of me, that’s all. I’m okay. But wh-what did you do in there?” I glance over my shoulder just as Jack slips inside the storage room. I catch a split-second glimpse of the man who attacked me, sitting on the floor, cradling his smashed hands, whimpering.

Fuck!

My heart hits my ribcage harder. Does that make me a monster for not being more frightened of what Jasper did?

“Let’s get you away from here,” he suggests softly. “You’ve had enough drama for one night.”

The party fades into the background as we walk quickly, his fingers playing across my waist, where he holds me tight. That small gesture ignites the flames inside me so fast, I trip over my own feet.

“Careful,” he says, practically carrying me now.

“I’m fine,” I murmur. Enveloped in his embrace, I can’t calm my heart or my racing thoughts.

As we stroll off the rooftop, I keep glancing at Jasper, at the way he smiles at me, at how he walks with such confidence, as though nothing scares him.

“You’re staring at me like I’m a monster for what I did back there,” he observes, his voice deeper than usual.

Is he worried about what I think of him? That I’ll run screaming?

I let out a laugh, but it sounds hollow, even to me. We reach the elevator, and as we step inside the empty space, I can’t help but say, “Come on, even you’ve got to admit you looked a bit like a psychopath back there.” The doors shut, closing us in there, and part of me makes me wonder if it’s such a great idea to call him that and be trapped with him after discovering a new side to him.

Jasper doesn’t react, but gently reaches over and hits the stop button, pausing the elevator from going anywhere.

My heart skips a beat.

“Wh-What’s going on?” I ask, glancing at the glowing stop button.

His presence fills the small space, and it makes me catch my breath. His scent overwhelms me, as though I can taste the chocolate and blueberries. Trembling from how weak he makes my body, I lean against the elevator wall. The headiness of his scent has me forgetting everything. It’s dangerous for us to be together in enclosed spaces. That much is obvious.

Tenderly, he cups the side of my face, electricity racing through me from his touch, his warmth.

“What you saw back there…” he begins, his voice low.

I butt in, mostly out of nerves, the words tumbling from my lips.

“I get it.” I’m breathless as I stare at those pale eyes, at the lock of dark hair hanging over one of his eyes, at how incredibly beautiful this man is with a rough edge to his appearance. “I know you did it to protect me, and I’m grateful, really. It’s just… a lot to take in.”

He towers over me, his expression softening. I lean the side of my face into his large palm, desperate for more of him.

“I know, and I’ve been told sometimes I can be too much. But I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe and making anyone who hurt you pay.”

“I mean, sure, that guy deserved it, but I don’t want you behind bars for me.”

He frowns, as though he doesn’t understand my words.

“You’re mine, Danica. My Omega. Our connection is off the charts, and you must feel it, too. I want to be very clear… I won’t allow anything to endanger what we have.”

I smirk at his words, yet know it’s obsessive. “You’re sounding a bit crazy again.” I nudge him on the arm, but he snatches my wrist and kisses my palm. My toes curl in my shoes at how gentle he is with me, at the heat from his mouth, the soft cushioning of his lips.

“If that means keeping you safe, then I’ll be the fucking craziest man you’ll ever meet.” He gives me a wicked grin, and it’s hard not to smile when he stares at me like I’m his world. I’ve never experienced such devotion.

I laugh louder, mostly out of nerves, but the moment his tongue runs the length of my fingers, I tremble. There go my knees, and I’m clenching my thighs as the flatness of his tongue drags over my hand. It’s smooth and firm at the same time, and suddenly, I want that tongue all over me.

Electricity zaps down my spine, leaving me tingling.

He leans in closer, our foreheads touching, our breaths tangled.

“I’ll make you a deal. Every time I frighten you, I’ll kiss every inch of you until you forgive me.”

His promise sends my heart into a wild spin. I’m swooning because I want this promise so incredibly bad.

“Is that a yes, little mouse?” One of his eyebrows quirks up.

A giggle spills past my lips as I nod. “You better be a man of your word.”

His mouth pulls into a wide smile like I’ve just made his day, his breath hot against my skin.

“Also, next time, we’re not leaving you alone. You come with us, or I’m staying behind to take you anywhere you want for dinner, okay?”

My chest’s see-sawing rapidly for air. “I really can’t say no to that either.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I might have swooned again. Then he has me in his arms. Something about the way he said those two simple words completely undoes me. I’ve got my hands on his chest, craving his touch.

Cupping both sides of my face, he stares into my eyes, into my soul. My heart’s pounding so loudly in my chest, I’m certain he can hear it, too.

There’s something frightening about Jasper, yet I like his attention, his protection. I like every damn inch of him. I adore the way he studies me like he’d lock me up away from the world, so nothing happened to me while also fucking me, not caring who heard us.

His lips are on mine so fast that I’m breathless. He kisses like a storm—brutal and all-consuming. I know my lips will be bruised, but I can’t get enough.

Pulse racing, I fist his shirt, lifting myself up on my tippy toes to better reach him. His body presses against me, the hard erection in his pants a rock against me.

Heat pulses between my legs.

God, is this happening? I’m kissing Jasper, the second Fever band member.

His kisses slow a bit, taking his time to taste me, pushing my mouth open with that tongue that makes my body pulse. Our tongues battle, and I need more, so much more. A blaze laps at my insides as I sense my heat rushing forward once more, stirring, ready to devour me.

I moan against his mouth, knowing if we don’t stop soon, there’ll be no coming back from this. This man kisses me like the devil, as if I’ve just found myself in hell, and he promises me all the wicked, sinful things he’ll do to me.

And I want them all.

I close my eyes. The heartbeat between my thighs thumps so hard, it almost hurts. With it comes the heat cycle ache I haven’t felt for days, as though it’s been lingering just below the surface—waiting for me to tease it out.

Moaning, I writhe against him.

Heat radiates off Jasper. Then he breaks our kiss, leaving me gasping for more. I stare into his deep gaze filled with lust.

“Fuck, little mouse,” he says with a deep, gravelly voice. “I knew you’d taste delicious, but I didn’t expect it to blow me away. You’re going to make me come just from our kiss.”

My mouth opens to respond, but a desperate whimper slips out.

He chuckles. “I know you want me just as much. Don’t worry, I’ll ease the ache, I promise.” He’s getting down to his knees in front of me, his hands crawling up my skirt.

I flinch, pushing at his shoulders. “W-wait.” My cheeks are burning up.

“I’m going to show you that I’m a man of my word.”

I blink at him. “Are you mad? Not here?”

He winks at me. “Didn’t we already establish that I’m crazy?” His hands are suddenly tugging down on my drenched thong.

My stomach somersaults as I wriggle to push him away.

“Maybe let’s go to your room.”

But he has them down to my ankles in a flash.

“Step out of them, or I’ll rip them off. Your choice.”

I gasp.

My body has a mind of its own because I do as he asks.

He bundles my thong in his hand before he stuffs it into the back pocket of his jeans.

“That wasn’t so hard now,” he muses while lifting my skirt with a hand, his eyes glued on what’s underneath.

I’m trembling as his lips curl upward, and he pushes my skirt up to my belt and tucks it in for easier access.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning his face toward me, his breath right on the apex of my thighs.

Every inch of me buzzes. Then he takes a deep inhale.

“Fuck. You have no idea how good you smell.”

His words sing in my mind while he pushes my legs into a wider stance with his hands.

“Let me see all of you, little mouse. Let me taste you.”

“A-Aren’t there cameras in here?” I ask nervously, staring around quickly and not seeing any.

“Don’t worry about them.” His mouth is on me in a heartbeat, his tongue pressing into the folds of my crease, finding my clit with ease.

A starved cry rises from the back of my throat as my hands push through his hair, knowing he’s going to destroy me. My hips move on their own as his finger strokes my length before he pushes one into me. I clench against him.

“God, yes! How can this feel so incredible?” I murmur.

He releases me, and I jerk my gaze down at him, frowning, shaking with need.

“Am I the first to lick your gorgeous pink pussy?” His finger plays inside me, thrusting, making talking close to impossible when I just want to push his face back where it belongs—between my legs.

He pushes deeper into me, followed by a second finger, making me gasp.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

His grin widens, as though I’ve just presented him with the best gift in the world.

“I assume then, Seth was the first to finger you by what he was telling us about your reaction at the club?”

Slightly taken aback by his comments, I shake my head.

“No, he isn’t, but he is the first man to ever bring me to orgasm.”

There’s a slight dent in his smile, but then it turns into something almost challenging. Then he’s laughing.

“The orgasm I’m about to send you on won’t even compare to Seth’s.”

“I don’t really think this is a comp?—”

His long, thick tongue flicks back out, sliding in between my crease, licking me like ice cream. He holds my gaze with those blue, ravenous eyes.

I soften against the wall, groaning for more.

“I’m going to eat your little cunt until all your juices flow over my face, and you surrender yourself to me completely. Until you tell me that you’re mine.”

Then his tongue flicks my clit, stoking the inferno building inside of me. His mouth clasps hold of me as he pulls his fingers out, then that devious tongue takes their place. I try to think of what he said just moments earlier, but it’s impossible to concentrate.

My hands are now pressed to the wall behind me to steady myself while purrs roll over my throat. I rock myself against his face.

Barely hanging onto any control, I can’t move as he sucks down on me, tasting and licking all of me. He strums my clit faster and slides two thick fingers back into me again.

Moaning, pulsing, I’m at his mercy as he urgently thrusts into me. I whimper louder just as the thunderous crash of my orgasm barrels through me.

I cry out as my body jerks against him. Jasper takes that as an invitation to wrench his fingers out and lick me ravenously, taking every drop.

With the wall taking my weight, my legs give out with how hard I shake, but Jasper’s holding me up. He grunts against me, his eyes holding my gaze when I stare down at him. There’s so much joy behind them, as though his face buried in my pussy is his everything.

Still shuddering, I float down from the most intense orgasm, so much so, my head spins. He finally releases me, and I’m shaking.

Kneeling back on his heels, he licks his lips, this ridiculously gorgeous Alpha tasting me on his mouth and grinning.

“I’m fucking dying here,” he murmurs.

I notice he’s got his cock out, a hand wrapped around it. My throat dries at his size. There’s absolutely nothing small about Jasper; his cock easily rivals my wrist. He’s on his feet in moments, and I keep staring at him, at that huge elephant trunk.

“Well, looks like you have a predicament,” I tease, trying to push my skirt down and keep my head intact.

“I’m going to say we have a predicament here,” he grunts.

In truth, I might have just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but that starving need that consumes me pulses under my skin once more.

He’s on his feet, pushing my hand away from my skirt.

“My cock knows exactly where it belongs,” he says confidently, his hand cupping my pussy. His eyes are hazed over, his breath racing. “I’m so fucking hungry to thrust into this down to the hilt, to stretch you open.”

I whimper, and it has nothing to do with fear but with the way the nerves between my legs thump in response to his teasing, the way my body sways, and the rising temp of my arousal clinging to me.

“M-Maybe not here,” I manage to say, using every will inside of me to turn away from him. It shouldn’t be this intense so fast, not after I’ve just come, right?

I’ve barely taken a step away from him when he grabs my arm. Suddenly, I’m pressed up against the wall, his hands swooping around to the front of my chest. He grasps my breasts over my shirt, and I melt on the inside.

“The hold you have on me is fucking cruel.” His cock’s under my skirt, pushing between my asscheeks where he’s cradled between us.

I breathe out heavily, each inhale coming in faster. I try to move my hips to get out before I lose every inch of myself because it feels like Jasper’s on the verge, too.

His hot breath splashes across my ear, his words flowing.

“I’m dying to sink into you. I can’t think of anything but your pussy wrapped around my cock, you screaming for me, and you covering me down to my balls in your slick.” His tongue licks my neck.

I’m purring, my nipples between his fingers so hard, so desperate to be plucked. The last time I felt this intense was back in the bathroom at Seth’s place. But it feels deeper this time, terrifying with how much I’m sticking my ass out against his cock, already spreading my legs for him.

He releases a breast and slips his hand down behind me, his cock suddenly sliding across the length of my drenched pussy.

My body jerks in response, a moan for more in my throat.

“Jasper,” I manage. “You’re going to kill me.” My hips sway, and I know I’m presenting myself to him. I’m slightly mortified, but I’m too horny, in too much pain to care.

He’s growling behind me, grasping his cock, and suddenly I feel the tip pushing into me.

I tense, already sensing his size, yet I don’t back away. I want him to fuck me, to ease the desire that strangles me.

He pushes into me a bit more with a grunt, taking his time, and I appreciate it.

“Please fuck me. Oh my God, Jasper, you have no idea how much I need this.”

“You’re going to take me deep inside you, aren’t you?” he growls, pushing my skirt up to my waist, revealing my ass in the air to him.

He slides into me, and I cry out.

At that moment, a male voice bursts through the speakers of the elevator.

“How much longer are you two going to be at it?” Reed booms with a smug voice. “There’s a lineup of guests trying to use the elevator.”

I freeze as a rush of embarrassment floods through me. Then, frantically, I pull away from Jasper, his cock slipping out, and I turn on the spot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasp.