Pack Fever: Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 15

Fifteen

“Why the hell are you watching us?” I call out in the elevator, scanning the corners for the camera, all while my body tingles and slick slides down my inner thighs. That earlier pain rises through me for Jasper, for his cock. Except I’m shaking with the thought that such an intimate moment was shared.

“Fuck off, Reed!” Jasper snaps, tucking himself back into his pants and snarling under his breath.

“Oh my God.” I’m pacing in the small confines. “We’ve had an audience this whole time?”

“You bet,” Reed says gleefully through the elevator speaker, and I want to slap him so hard. “But don’t worry, it’s mostly me who saw it all.”

“Mostly?” I gasp, feeling exposed and absolutely mortified.

He chuckles in response.

“I swear to the universe, Reed, I’m going to make you eat your own balls for this stunt.”

“Chill, big guy. Security called me after spotting you two in there, and there are actual people waiting to use the elevator to come down from the rooftop to leave the building.”

I glance up at the panel with buttons and finally zero in on a small black globe, which I assume is the camera. I’m hyperventilating, sucking in sharp breaths, all while my body thrums with arousal. I can’t focus as I’m being wrenched in two directions—dying of embarrassment and not giving a fuck as long as Jasper fills me.

“Calm down, little mouse.” Jasper has in hand on mine and draws me into his strong arms. “Breathe slowly. Nothing is going to happen. Remember, we own this building. And Reed is just being his usual jerk self. Okay?”

He kisses me on the nose, then my lips, and I inhale my heady scent on his mouth, bringing with it a wave of shuddering.

“Please, let’s just get out of here,” I plead.

He hits the stop button, then we’re suddenly lurching, descending once more. Soon after, the elevator doors pull open to the front foyer of the building, where only the manager greets us, pointedly avoiding eye contact with me. My cheeks are still burning with lingering embarrassment, wondering if it was him who first caught us making out in the elevator before calling Reed.

Jasper exchanges a few words with the guy, appearing casual, but I’m too mortified to hang around.

I don’t even know if I’m walking straight from how turned on I feel. All I can think about is reaching under my skirt and making myself come to calm the storm inside me. I make a beeline toward our quarters, my feet dashing to be somewhere alone so I can drown in my own humiliation and pleasure.

Jasper catches up to me just as I punch my pin into the panel near the door to their quarters. With him standing so close, his delicious chocolate and blueberry scent calls to me.

Glancing up at him, my eyes go straight to his broad chest, to the neck I want my lips on, then south to the cock tenting his jeans. This guy is so massively hung, and I’m desperate for him.

Flustered, I manage to say, “I think I’ll just take a shower.” I hurry inside, feeling as though I can’t breathe.

“Good idea,” he murmurs, shutting the door. “I’ll join you.”

I twist around and stare at him, unsure why. For a second, I assumed he wouldn’t want to continue.

“You really think you’re getting away from me after what we did in the elevator?” His smirk smooths out my stressed edges.

“But those cameras, they recorded us, right? Now there’s a sex tape of us, and that’s kinda freaking me out.” I don’t know why, but maybe it’s because I’m still unsure how things will turn out with this pack. What if the tape gets out? My mom would be humiliated, and I’d never be able to show my face in public again.

“Listen,”—his hand slips into mine, our fingers interlaced, and there’s calmness in his touch— “I will personally confiscate that tape, then if you want, we can watch it together.” He winks, coaxing a thin smile out of me.

It hits at that moment just how drawn I am to Jasper, and it’s so much more than his looks. He has a way of calming me, then there’s the softness with which he treats me.

A whimper spills past my throat, and something wild comes over me. Something so powerful that I swing toward him, and his hand squeezes mine as he’s ready to catch me again.

“Jasper, I need your help, please. The ache is coming back.” My free hand’s on his chest, and I’m contemplating scaling this mountain of a man.

“I’ve got you, little mouse.” In a heartbeat, he lets go of my hand, and I’m in his arms. I snap my legs around his middle. From this position, I’m practically sitting on his erection, tucked in his pants, and it’s impossible not to rock myself on him.

“Danica, I’m barely holding back.”

“Maybe I should take that shower,” I insist, frantic at how much I’m tingling, at how I already have my lips on his neck.

“Cling to me, gorgeous. I’ll have you naked in seconds.” He races up the steps, me bouncing in his arms. All while I’m licking his neck. He tastes sweet, like blueberries, with a hint of salty perspiration. I can’t get enough as I nibble on him.

“You’re killing me,” he growls. “But you’re not having a shower. Not yet. I don’t want to taste the water and you clean. I’m craving your pure slick, and I want to inhale the depth of your raw scent into my lungs.” He’s grunting, one arm tight around my waist, so I’m not going anywhere.

In a flash, we burst into his bedroom, and he’s kicking the door behind him.

He drops me to the bed, and I fall onto the soft mattress with a brutal moan in my throat that demands him to touch me.

“I hate you being so far from me,” I purr.

Standing at the end of the bed, he rips his shirt up and over his head. My mouth parches at how ripped this man is, the strong pecs that dance when he flexes.

“I’m right here,” he coos, reaching down and tugging at the zipper on my skirt, which he then yanks down my legs. Fiddling with my shirt, he pulls it up and over my chest, revealing my white bra.

But this arousal must be making me forget things because just having him trying to undress me, I’m reminded of the ugly scars on my arm. No way in hell am I letting this gorgeous man discover how disfigured I am and scare him away.

If he rejects me, I’ll die.

So, I push against the hands grasping my shirt.

“Leave it on, and I’ll remove my bra instead.” I reach around my back and unhook it, then push it up, releasing my breasts.

His gaze widens, as does that devious smile, but then his brows pinch tightly together.

“I want all of you naked. Remember, I promised to lick you all over. You’re not going to make a liar of me, are you?” he teases.

“You’re talking too much,” I answer quickly. My words are brave, but I’m trembling. I’ve never been with a man like this before. And I don’t want to scare him away with my scars.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs while he kicks off his boots and steps out of his jeans. My gaze dips to his massive cock, to the tip dripping in pre-cum. He must have a resolve made of steel not to have come already.

Bending my knees, I slowly spread my legs, staring at the way Jasper inspects me, at the way his breath catches. I’m gasping for breath, my rocks already rocking at how starved I am for an Alpha, for this band member from Fever.

He reaches down for me, his fingers slipping into the folds of my dripping wet pussy.

I tremble, my chest already arching for him. It’s everything.

“Please, Jasper, don’t make me wait. It’s deepening.”

He leans closer, spreading me, all while rubbing my clit.

“Look at that tight little hole, sucking down already, waiting for me.”

“Jasper,” I plead, then I’m crying out suddenly, my body shaking, that deep sharpness cutting through me.

Jasper

“Hang on,” I murmur, kneeling on the bed between her legs. Truthfully, I had every intention of going back down on her to lick that sweet pussy because I can’t get enough, but my little Omega needs me now. She pushes her legs wider for me, purring for me to be taken.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me or that I’ll be in her life forever. But she’ll find out.

My cock throbs, hurting because he knows where he belongs. Leaning over her petite body, I position my cock at her entrance. She shifts her hips to welcome me.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

Chuckling, I slip through her pussy lips. She’s so tight, squeezing my cock like a grip. Halfway embedded inside her, she jerks against me in response, a beautiful moan singing in her throat while she fists the bedsheets on either side of her.

“Relax for me. Take a deep breath, okay?”

She nods, her eyes huge. Placing a hand on my bare chest, she glances down between our bodies as if she’s trying to see how it’s going. Most likely because she’s never done this. Seth told me he took her virginity with his fingers at the Nocturne club, but my cock will be the first fuck she’ll remember her whole life. And it’s going to be fucking glorious.

For her first time, I won’t complicate our positions because I want her facing me when I knot inside her.

She collapses back on the bed, staring at me with stars in her eyes as I work my way deeper. She’s soaking wet, which makes it easier to slide in, but the grasp the inside of her pussy has on my cock is like she’s trying to strangle me.

Reaching down between us, I tease her clit, which makes her hips sway and her nipples harden. I slide into her farther, pushing myself down to the hilt, my balls slapping her ass.

I close my eyes for a moment with the heightened sensation of being buried inside her, all while trying to calm my beating heart. All I can think about is savagely fucking her like a brutal animal. That’s how wild she’s got me… but I won’t do that to her on her first time.

“How are you hanging in there?” I groan, opening my eyes.

“I can feel you stretching me so much.” Her chest’s pumping, and perspiration dances across her forehead. “I think I’m maxed out in the stretch department.”

I chuckle at her cuteness. “I’m going to take it easy on you today,” I murmur, my mouth lowering to her full breasts. With my tongue, I scoop one of her rosy nipples between my teeth.

She writhes, her hands on my shoulders, and I adore that I’m her first. I’ll teach her everything she needs to know.

“Fuck me,” she purrs.

I release the deliciously pebbled nipple and move over to the other one. My hands are on either side of her as my hips start working. Pulling out, I shove back into her, coaxing her pussy to open up a bit more, but each plunge is like fucking her for the first time.

I’ve never craved a woman as much, never needed someone like I need her. I’m smitten with the glow in her eyes when I release her jiggling breast.

“Tell me how much you want me,” I murmur, picking up my pace. Our bodies are rocking, and she’s gripping me like she’s on a roller coaster.

“I can’t see straight from how desperate I am for you. You’re everything I thought an Alpha should be.”

Grinning, I start to really fuck her, shoving in and out of her, her grunts escalating with each thrust. The damn bed rocks back and forth, groaning beneath us, the headboard smacking into the wall.

Her earlier words about me being a slight psychopath spin on my mind, but I’m hoping she’s forgotten about the incident up on the balcony and is no longer afraid of me.

She’s writhing beneath me, crying for more, her hips curling upward.

With each plunge, I growl at how fucking small she is, at the grinding of my cock. She’s so wet too, and if I wasn’t going to knot in her, I’d bury my face in her pussy, eating her until she passed out from orgasm after orgasm.

Pulling myself up so I’m sitting on my heels, I drag her hips with me, giving me the perfect view of my cock spearing her pink hole, stretching her, and how she greedily sucks me back in.

“I could live inside your pussy,” I admit with a grunt as I lift her hips and raise myself to my knees. Then I fuck her faster and harder.

She’s thrashing on the bed, her tits bouncing, coming completely undone.

She’s still wearing her damn shirt, even if pushed up over her breasts. Part of me toys with the idea of ripping her shirt completely off, but first, I need to find out why she’s hiding her arms.

“Jasper, I think I’m going to cum,” she purrs.

“That’s it, let it out, little mouse. Milk my cock.”

Her pussy suddenly tightens, and she’s screaming as her body shudders in my arms. She squeezes me so fucking tightly, I can’t breathe. I pull out, then plunge even deeper, her cunt clenching me, the flow of juices running down my balls. With her legs wrapped around my ass, she draws me further into her.

“Goddamnit,” I growl, my balls retracting, my dick hard to the point of pain. Then I pull halfway out and thrust hard, my load blowing. I roar, my cum spewing into her, the swell of my cock’s knot sending me wild. Stars dance behind my eyes at how hard I’m emptying inside her.

She mewls, and I stare at her shocked face. She has to feel my knot swelling inside her, pushing against her walls, keeping us locked. All while I never stop spilling into her. There’s so much of the cream that fills her, and I love every fucking second of it.

“Can you feel me flooding you with my cum, little mouse?” I groan, my fingers digging into her hips as I have us joined.

I shudder with each pump of cum still coming out of me.

She’s breathing quickly now, staring at me like she’s afraid, but she must trust me to take care of her, seeing she’s not crying to get away. I reach down with my hand, my thumb playing with her engorged clit. She’s so sticky and smells heavenly sweet, then I pinch her clit. She moans for me, and I love her body responding to me.

“Who do you belong to, gorgeous?” I ask as the last drops of my seed flood her.

“Yours, Jasper. I’m all yours,” she gasps, her eyes hazing over with desire, but she’s smiling beautifully.

I give her clit another squeeze, and she’s exploding with moans.

“And who do I belong to?” I ask, to which she grins.

“Me,” she announces loudly.

“That’s right, my little mouse. You cast a spell on me from the moment you bumped into me in the street, and now I’m claiming you.”

She nods.

Leaning forward so I’m on top of her, I roll onto my side, then onto my back, bringing her with me. She straddles me, lying on top of me.

I’m so fucking obsessed with this little Omega.

Then she’s kissing me while blushing. My cock’s buried inside her, knotted, and it feels like I could remain like this for eternity. Her lips are sweet and a darker shade of pink, just like her pussy.

“Rest on me,” I say. She places the side of her face against my chest, her arms dangling on either side of me. I wrap my arms around her as we both catch our breath.

“I love this more than you could imagine,” she murmurs. Her chest is rising and falling fast, and I feel the fast thumping of her heart.

“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are. To see your pussy opening up for me was a dream. To hold it, fuck it, fill it, is everything to me.”

She’s giggling, and I notice she’s already got her eyes closed from exhaustion.

“How’s the pain?” I ask.

“So much better now.”

I bend my head to kiss the top of her forehead, embracing her while a sense of completeness fills me. I’m the first to admit it’s strange to feel so intensely about someone I’ve known for just a week, but I don’t give a fuck. To me, she’s everything.

Danica raises her head, staring at me for a long pause before she asks, “Why did you really lose it up on the balcony? I mean, I know why, but why so extreme?”

Exhaling a long breath, I hold her gaze, well aware she deserves the truth. My past is fucked up, but it’s made me who I am today.

“I know I have a bit of a temper, and I’ve been working on controlling it. Not that I’m excusing myself, but I figured out my triggers. When someone I care for is in danger or hurt, something maddening comes over me.”

She blinks, staring at me with those striking green eyes that sparkle like raindrops on leaves after a storm, and I find a sense of calm behind them.

Beautiful. Captivating. Mesmerizing.

“But why?” she asks gently. “Did something happen to you when you were young? Sorry if I’m asking too many questions. Just tell me to shut up.”

I chuckle, adoring her curiosity. It’s not something I talk about often, but the rest of the band knows my shit. For the first time in my life, I’m totally okay with talking about my past without being pissed about the questions.

Her lips are pinched to the side, watching me like she’s said the wrong thing.

“Beautiful girl, you can do nothing wrong in my eyes. And yeah, my upbringing was fucked up.”

Her gaze softens as she rests her chin on my chest, staring up at me.

So, I keep talking, not giving her the chance to give me any pity. It’s not why I’m sharing this with her. It’s for her to understand my behavior and to not be afraid. That’s the last thing I want.

“My uncle wasn’t a great role model. You see, my dad passed away when I was young, then my mom went and married my uncle. The guy was a fucking monster. He used to beat her, take our money, and kick the life out of me any chance he got. He needed no excuse… when I tried to protect my mom, when I got bad grades, when I looked at him wrong. Once, he went off because I stepped on the creaking floorboard in our place.” I shrug, swallowing back the memories rising through me like acid.

Some nights he’d been so drunk, I swore that night would be my last. The fucking bastard never used weapons, so that he didn’t leave deep marks. Only his fists, and always when no one was looking.

My memories tunnel in on the night of my sixteenth birthday when Mom questioned him about their empty, shared bank account, saying she’d intended to take the family out for my birthday. I had no clue what was wrong with the man, but it set him off. He came at me like a bulldozer, shouting that our lives were dictated by a shit like me. Then he lost his mind.

I can never forget the sting of his strikes, the cruel hits of his punches, the kicks. Each blow was a promise to eliminate me.

Of course, I fought back, my small fists striking him. I saw my death in his eyes, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going down without fighting. It hurt like hell, and it seemed to encourage him to beat me brutally.

My vision blurred in and out when my mom finally intervened. She screamed at him to stop, throwing a chair into his back to stop him. But when fury took that man, nothing could stop him.

I remember her shouting at him to leave me alone. I stumbled to my feet, every inch of me screaming with pain, one of my eyes shut closed from how badly he hit me. Blood dripped from my broken nose, my side stung, and I knew he’d broken my ribs.

But the moment my uncle pivoted toward my mother, shuddering with blind rage, I forgot about my pain. He charged at her, slamming her up against the wall and holding her by her throat. She writhed and beat her fists into his arms while the fucker was choking her.

I screamed.

But he wouldn’t release her, even after she went limp and passed out.

Adrenaline barreled into me as I charged my uncle, the momentum and force throwing us both crashing into the dining table. It collapsed under our weight, legs snapping. In that chaos, he managed to pick up a broken table leg and turned to me.

The man I stared at wasn’t my uncle, but a madman consumed by fury, by the need to destroy. And I stood in his way.

Me, a tall but skinny boy, facing off an Alpha twice my size. I stood no chance.

“Boy, you are about to learn a hard lesson about growing the fuck up and stopping being a mommy’s boy.” Then he came at me, swinging that table leg.

I ducked, and by some miracle, I swooped out of his way. But he pivoted and swung fast, his weapon connecting across the back of my legs.

Sharpness cut through me, my muscles spasming, my knees giving out. I cried out, hitting the floor face-first. I rolled over fast, using my arms to propel me out of the way. Good thing, too, as his wooden weapon crashed to the floor where I’d been seconds earlier with a death blow.

I kicked out, my heel colliding with his jewels. He grunted, whimpered, then tumbled down on me. Yet even then, he’d managed to grab my throat with fingers like iron.

Fear pummeled me.

We tumbled in a fight, me grasping for a weapon near us. My fingers touched something sharp, and I snatched it. Then I flung it at his face. He moved out of the way, and the sharp piece of wood in my grasp slammed right into his neck.

Blood burst out like a pipe. I’d hit a major artery.

He yelled, clutching his neck.

He rocked off me, releasing me.

I shoved to my feet. Panic and scared to death, I ran to my mother. Falling to my knees to where she remained slumped, lifeless on the floor, I was shaking uncontrollably. Panic gripped my chest as I groaned desperately.

“Mom!”

She never responded. Her chest wasn’t moving with breath, and I frantically checked her pulse.

Nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I bellowed out a harrowing cry.

I gave her CPR, but deep down, I knew it was too late. It felt as if barbed wire was around my chest, cutting into me, destroying me. Angrily, I wiped my tears away but kept going.

“Wake up, Mom, you gotta wake up.”

She never did.

I fell backward on my ass, sobbing uncontrollably. Somehow, I got to my feet and staggered over to my uncle, who lay face down in a pool of his own blood, unmoving.

Cold realization collided with me.

As a young Alpha, society viewed us like ticking time bombs of aggression, of instability. While our bodies adjusted to becoming an Alpha, while our scents developed, we were treated as dangerous. At any sign of showing a loss of control, we were locked up until we passed puberty.

If they saw me now… I groaned, hugging myself, stumbling back against the wall, staring at the two dead bodies.

They’d blame me, I know it. And once I was locked up, they’d never release me. I’d been seen as a broken Alpha.

“Jasper,” a soft female voice calls to me.

I shake my head clear of the thoughts clinging to me. It takes a few moments for those old cobwebs to leave me.

Danica’s lying on top of me, staring at me with a worried frown. Her hand is on my cheek, stroking me.

“Is everything okay? You kinda spaced out and didn’t seem to hear me speaking. Scared me for a bit there.”

My gaze finds comfort in her tender voice, in her touch. It’s as though I’ve somehow found the final puzzle piece I’ve been missing in my life.

“Sorry about that. Exhaustion can play havoc with me sometimes.” I push a smile onto my lips, even if my insides are taut as a band about to snap at a past I’ve tried so hard to put behind me. “What were you asking, gorgeous?”

“You were just telling me about your asshole uncle, then stopped.” She studies me, and I can’t help but smile for real at the sincerity in her gaze.

“Well, it got worse between us, to the point where he wouldn’t accept me, especially when he’d take it out on my mother when she interfered. So, I ended up running away at sixteen and ended up living on the streets for a while… until I found an Alpha outreach shelter that ran a boxing center. They gave me shelter, and I became their top fighter.”

“Oh shit, Jasper, I’m so sorry. My heart hurts to think of you all alone. What about your mom? She would have been beside herself.”

I feel brittle, but as much as I intend to share with Danica, some things even I struggle to reveal. The pain is still raw after all this time.

“She passed a short time afterward.” I shrug. “Anyway, let’s talk about something more beautiful, like you.”

She giggles, and I absolutely adore that sound. I see the movement behind her eyes, as if she’s dying to ask more questions, but never does. I appreciate that more than she realizes.

“Life’s sometimes brutally cruel, but I like to think that maybe she’s leading us in a better direction than the hand we were dealt,” she says softly.

I crank my head up and steal a kiss from this beauty.

“I must have done something incredible in my past life to have the universe deliver you to me.”

She bursts out laughing. “God, that sounds like the worst pick-up line.”

I laugh with her, though deep down, I mean every damn word, no matter how cliche it sounded.