Pack Fever: Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 18

Eighteen

The world passes by in a blur through the bus window. The rain is gone, and Danica’s joined us on the tour. Sure, now we’re behind schedule, but the show’s not going to start without us.

On our first-ever tour, the three of us were na?ve and anxious. We were fucking terrified, having no clue what we were doing, but once we were up on stage, we blew their minds. We were unstoppable in the whirlwind of excitement.

The stage changes you, makes you believe you’re a god!

Now, I’m reclining on the couch in the bus, enjoying the quiet. We’ve been traveling for the past two hours, making our way to Madison Square Garden in New York, where we will arrive tomorrow. Jasper’s lying in one of the beds, watching TV, while Reed’s across from me in one of the leather seats, quietly strumming his guitar.

My gaze settles on Danica, who’s been especially quiet, sitting near the kitchen in the booth section. Insisting on doing something to get her mind off things, she is triple-checking all the merch to ensure it’s been delivered and what’s outstanding at each location. We’ve got ten stops on the tour, keeping it short, but each concert will be held at the largest venues we could book in each city.

We’re completely sold out at each. I’m fucking ecstatic about our latest song release still at the top of the charts, and I know things will become hectic. I just hope Danica can cope.

She’s got her legs folded under her, fully immersed in her work. I can’t tear my gaze away. Even when she glances up from the laptop, catching me staring, her cheeks blushing as she quickly glances back down, I just smile. Fuck me, what has she done to me?

The image of her crying in the bathroom, cutting herself, is seared into my brain. That sheer panic on her face from the rain, from me finding her… even the way she trembled filled me with a raw terror.

That dull ache still lingers in my chest. What happened to her? My fists clench involuntarily as anger flares through me, an anger directed at what caused her such pain. But with it comes an overwhelming sense of protectiveness, that innate desperation to shield her from anything ever harming her again.

Meeting an Omega I connected with so intensely wasn’t something I anticipated.

Things are going to get manic on this tour. I know… we all fucking know, that when her heat flares up again, we have to be there for her. We will make this work. She’ll stay close to us at all times.

I make a vow to myself that I will find out the truth of what happened to her. And I’ll make her life so incredibly perfect, she’ll forget about the pain from her past.

The hum of the tour bus engine lulls me into a relaxed state. Most of the day had been dragging, the road to New York endless.

Except now, I’m in one of the tiny bedrooms on the bus, the layout designed for all our comfort needs. There isn’t exactly a lot of privacy, but enough insulation to block out the other two guys’ snoring at night.

The moment Danica steps into the doorway, my attention spins to her. She’s framed by the sliding door, the rest of the bus dim, and the low light from my lamp throwing shadows across the walls and her gorgeous face.

Her presence eclipses all my anxiety for the upcoming tour. I lean over from the bed, blankets up to my lap, and set aside my guitar.

“I’ll sleep on the couch if it’s easier,” she offers, all while studying the queen bed with crisp white sheets.

She doesn’t know, can’t possibly know, how desperately I want her here with me, on this tour, in my room. I asked her to join me tonight before the other two got the chance.

My lips curl upward at her question. “You really haven’t been paying attention to me if you’re asking me that question. And with only three beds, we’re gonna need to share.”

“Are you sure?” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet she steps into the room as if she needs to hear my confirmation that she’s welcome.

I bark out a laugh. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Now, haul your ass up here before I caveman throw you onto the bed.” I pull back the blanket on her side. “Oh, and shut the door before Jasper appears and steals you away to his room.”

There’s that cute grin on her lips as she pulls the door closed. No locks, but that’s all we need for privacy.

The bus rumbles on a few times, giving slight wobbles. She scrambles up on the bed in leggings and a loose top, her breasts swaying beneath. It’s impossible not to notice. As she slides in under the blanket, staring at my bare chest, grinning, I have no idea if I’ll get any sleep tonight.

“You better not be naked under there,” she asks, sticking to her side of the bed and tugging the blanket up to her chest.

She’s studying me with anticipation on her face, the kind that tells me she wants me naked. Of course, she craves me as much as I want her, but my want has morphed into a need… one that has me starving to taste her mouth again, to strip her down, to kiss every inch of her. I told myself I’d take my time until she’s ready, especially when her heat doesn’t control her, but my cock’s already pulsing at having her so close to me.

It’s impulsive, and all I can think about is having her naked, her back arching, legs spread, and me cradled between the softness of her inner thighs. To hear her cry my name.

Truth is, I absolutely adore her, and when I’m close to her, I come undone.

“And what do I get if I am?” I tease, turning on my side to face her, balancing on a bent arm.

She laughs at me, then rolls those pretty eyes.

“You get a prize if you aren’t naked.”

“Well, we may have a problem, then.”

“Seth!” Her eyes widen, her voice playful. “You knew I was sharing the bed with you. Why would you go commando?”

I’m grinning at her. “We started something the other night, back in my room…” I leave the rest unspoken to tease her.

Something about the way she blushes drives me crazy. The quickening of her breaths has my heart racing. My gaze slips down to her parted lips, hair messily framing her gorgeous face. She’s absolutely beautiful, and the urge to reach over and stroke her cheek tingles across my fingertips.

“You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen,” I say, grinning at the idea of collecting her into my arms.

Her lingering scent almost has me pulling her to me without hesitation. I inhale deeper, filling my nostrils with her. Omegas all have their own unique fragrances, but none smell as delicious as Danica.

“Show me,” she asks bravely, then nibbles on the corner of her lower lip, a blonde lock tumbling over half her face before she quickly pushes it aside.

“You understand what will happen if you go down this path,” I say, being realistic about where this is going to end—me buried deep in her sweet pussy.

She’s inhaling quicker, her gaze on my hand where I’m clutching the blanket at my waist. Her delicious heady fragrance intensifies, the one with hints of lavender and mandarin.

She will destroy me.

“Actually, on second thought, don’t worry about it,” she says. “I don’t need to know what you’re wearing underneath.” A smirk dances on her lips, and the flutter of her eyelashes sends my heart into overdrive. She shuffles on the bed, turning her back to me, a graceful swirl that has her settling in on her side of the bed, ready to sleep.

My mind’s reeling. What the fuck?!

I don’t think so…

I shift closer to her, ready to give her a rude surprise, when she twists her head, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“Can you get the light?” With another teasing smirk, she twists back around, flopping down onto her pillow, letting out a long, relaxed exhale.

To hell with the light. I’m driven like a lunatic on impulse. With my arm sliding under the blanket, I reach out and snatch her around her middle, my grasp looping around her stomach. Then I wrench her to me so fast, she has no time to protest.

She crashes into my chest with a gasp, with her back against me, her body burning hot, her breath quickening. Thrashing to escape, I tighten my hold, rocking my hips forward, gracing her ass with my rock-hard cock. It jams against her, and she yelps.

“Oh my God, Seth,” is all she says while giggling and wiggling to escape me.

My hand slips under her shirt to cup one of her luscious breasts. Fuck, they are everything.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her body quaking in response. A moan slips past her lips, her nipple hardening in my palm.

“Seth,” she moans, her voice different now, more of a song of need than one of protest.

“Yes, my sweet?” My mouth is on her neck while she pushes her ass into my cock, presenting herself to me.

No words come, so I release her breast and reach up to cup her jawline, gently turning her onto her back so she’s looking at me. Fire engulfs me at the hazy sex in her eyes, at the arousal in her heavy scent as I pin her on the mattress.

My hand slips down to her throat, where I hold her tenderly, my thumb and middle finger pressing ever so lightly on the soft spots of her jawbone. There’s a purr in her throat that vibrates up my arm.

Her skin is feverishly hot. A vulnerable hunger in her eyes stares back up at me, and she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You know what you’re getting into, what I want from you?” I murmur, then lick her lips with a stroke of my tongue.

“Yes, Sir.” A moan spills past her throat.

My cock pulses at her response. I fucking adore her.

“Let me hear it then,” I ask, holding her stare while my balls are fucking tight from holding back from claiming her.

“Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck me. Do anything you want to me.” She bats her eyes at me, her chest rising with each breath, as though she’s begging me to touch her without asking.

A grin spreads on my lips.

“Good girl. Now, get out of bed and take it all off. Show me everything.”

She blinks, hesitating at first, but in seconds, she climbs out from under the blankets. Wearing a brave smirk, she tugs her shirt up and over her head, revealing those beautiful full breasts with pink tips hardening at my stare.

I reach over and hook a finger into the elastic of her sweatpants waistband, sliding them down her legs. She quickly steps out of them, and as she straightens, I give a breast a squeeze to reward her.

My breath quickens at her beauty, her thin waist tapering in, then outward over her hips. My gaze settles on the landing strip just above her slick crease. It takes everything in me not to throw her on the bed and make her mine, knot in her.

I shove the blanket off, showing her all of me naked.

Her chest pushes toward me again while she tugs the flesh of her lower lips between her teeth. Her eyes are growing in size. Swallowing hard, her gaze lingers on my fuck-hard cock.

I grasp my erection, palming it a few times before I lose my mind.

“Is that for me, Sir?” She’s staring at me seductively.

I picture thrusting into her, pumping my cum into her. My cock throbs in my palm at her innocent stare, and my willpower shudders.

“Do you want me inside you?”

“Very much.” She nods, her lips contorting into an O of pleasure as a moan slips past her lips.

I push out of bed and get on my feet.

“Good girl, now do as I say.”

“Of course, Sir.” The devious grin teases the edges of her lips. She loves playing the submissive.

The buzzing inside my body is like fingers stroking every inch of me. With my hands on her waist, her skin feverish, I twist her to face away from me. Running my hand up her spine, I gently force her to bend over the bed.

Dropping to my knees behind her, I push her legs wide with my hand, my sight on her glistening pink lips. I can barely wait another second and bury my face where it belongs—in her pussy. She cries out as I lap at her offering, completely blown away by how sweet she tastes. Her musky scent is strong, and I can’t get enough. Pure ecstasy wraps around my dick, my balls.

With my fingers, I spread her lips, revealing her hole… where I want to be buried.

I kiss her gorgeous pussy, nipping at her sensitive lips, while my Omega whimpers, rocking her hips back and forth against me. My tongue works her clit, leaving her shuddering. I’m breathless, pure ecstasy leaping south with all my blood into my cock.

“Seth…Sir, please don’t stop.”

Taking a long lick, I say, “Be a good girl and don’t come. Not yet.”

She groans. “Okay, Sir.”

“I’ll take care of my little Omega.” I push two of my fingers into her tight hole, and she moans, arching her back.

I want her on the edge, about to tumble into her orgasm…

Pumping into her a few more times, I replace the fingers with my tongue. She shivers against me, her body tightening, her pussy swollen.

“Please, I’m so close. I need to come,” she pleads.

Releasing her pussy and licking her sweetness from my lips, I stand up behind her. I’m so fucking hard, dripping for her. Seeing her spread and bent over, her inner thighs slick, her pussy grasping at my fingers when I tease her hole is fucking beautiful.

Her groans escalate, so I move to her side and sweep her into my arms before I push her into the bed. She pauses on her back, her cheeks red, nipples red, breasts swollen. Seeing her so aroused, so ready, is stunning. Her legs spread for me, and I grin.

“You get my cock so hard.” I move over to my bedside drawer where I stored some goodies for this trip, fucking hopeful like hell I’d get to use them.

My fingers brush over the fluffy black handcuffs, and I collect them.

When I face my beauty, she’s staring at me with primal hunger.

“I’m going to tie you up, okay?”

She nods eagerly. “Please.”

Hastily, I take a hand and secure it with the cuff, looping the other end into the gaps of the decorative headboard. I do the same with the other wrist while Danica watches me intently.

She’s breathing heavily, writhing on the bed, her perfume calling to me.

“Will you take me now, Sir?” she asks, sounding slightly frantic.

With a smile, I climb back onto the bed between her spread legs, where she waits for me.

“I should have known the moment we met you were going to ruin me,” I murmur, lowering myself over her body. I steal a kiss, our mouths clashing, and push my tongue into hers. I want her to taste herself, to see how fucking delicious she is.

Kissing like our lives depends on it, I rock my hips, ready to fuck her brains out.

“Please, will you take me now?” she pleads, her body pushing against mine, her legs wrapped around my hips.

There are no words to describe how addictive it is to be desired so deeply by someone as beautiful as Danica.

My cock finds her opening with ease.

“You better hold on to the headboard, sweetheart, because I’m barely holding on.”

Her fingers quickly grasp it, and she shuffles up for a better grip, me following her.

In one fluid movement, I drive into her pussy, my hunger too savage to hold back. She moans, her body arching, nipples hard, lifting for me. I pinch one, tugging it as she cries out from the sudden force compared to my previous gentleness.

Her gaze is on mine, her throat purring. The electricity that runs between us is magic and makes me wilder, hungrier for her.

I pull out and plunge back in, then pound into her, shaking the whole fucking bed.

Her moans grow, as do her rocking hips to meet each of my thrusts.

“Please, Sir,” she gasps between heavy breaths. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can come for me. You’ve done so well. Now, squeeze my cock.”

The poor thing exhales, and I feel the tension in her body softening as she comes completely undone. She bursts out in a scream, thrashing beneath me, her pussy constricting me.

Roaring, I fuck her harder, claiming her as mine. The stronger she tightens around me, the more my cock starts to swell. In that perfect moment of her shuddering, milking my dick, my own explosion bursts through so hard it rocks my whole body.

I sink deeper into her with a final thrust, the beautiful ache and arousal of my cock knotting inside her consuming me. My cum keeps spilling out in endless ribbons, flooding her completely. She clings to me while I growl, pumping more and more seed in her, my swollen knot pushing against her insides, locking us together.

A sheen of sweat coats her brow, and she’s staring up at me with surprise, with arousal. She smiles at me after giving her the one thing she’s been craving… a mind-blowing orgasm.

I growl deeply, still pumping into her, my body tense, focused.

Her cheeks are pink, her breasts jiggling, our scents thickening. I’ve lost myself to her. Groaning the last of the spill into her, I press my body against hers.

“You’re mine now, Sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips. “I can’t bear to have you leave us.”

After a long pause of us both catching our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes, she responds softly, “I don’t want to leave, either.”