Pack Fever: Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 25

Twenty-Five

The sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains bathes the bedroom in a soft, golden glow. I stir awake to find myself in Reed’s bed—of course I am—but he’s nowhere to be seen. Only the sprawling expanse of his king bed and plush pillows, not to mention the indelible mark of his scent everywhere. I can’t help but roll onto his pillow and take in a deep inhale. It’s a heady mix of plum and vanilla, something uniquely Reed, a fragrance that tugs at the edges of my arousal, something that has me loving it more than I should.

Seeing I’m alone, I climb out to find I’m still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

The room remains silent, and I don’t hear any sounds outside either. Where is everyone? Venturing out into the main living area, the emptiness of the penthouse greets me. The luxurious space is covered in sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows. According to the clock on the wall, it’s past midday.

Damn. I slept in that long?

My gaze shifts to the dining table, where a simple slip of paper lies beside a sleek, modern phone, the handwriting unmistakably Seth’s.

Order yourself any food and drink you want, sweetheart.

The realization that they must be out, maybe at meetings or press interviews, leaving me pondering what to do with my time.

They had mentioned to me that with the concerts in New York now complete, we were going to head to the new destination, The Fillmore in Philadelphia.

Deciding to embrace the quiet moment, I head into the shower to wake up, then get dressed in fresh clothes.

Back in the living room, feeling like a human being again, I place an order for food… lots of it. I’m suddenly starved, and everything on the menu they offer me sounds too enticing not to order. The food arrives, a feast, and I settle onto the plush couch with the television on. I can’t recall the last time I did anything like this.

As the day wears on, the light shifts, painting the room in the hues of dusk. And still, no one’s returned or called me. But as the city lights begin to twinkle on, a familiar, unwelcome heat begins to stir within me.

Panic sets in as I find myself pacing, and of course, it’s when I stand there with the hotel phone in my hand, but I don’t know any of the guys’ numbers by heart. I don’t have a phone, either, and well… fuck!

Pacing the length of the penthouse, panic starts to bubble up inside me. The familiar ache in my gut and between my thighs is not as overwhelming as last night yet, but I’m scared it’ll escalate if I don’t do something soon. The idea of catching a cab to the stadium crosses my mind, but the logistics dampen my spirits. How would I even get past the guards without a phone number or some sort of ID to prove I’m not just another fan trying to sneak in?

I exhale loudly, but the ache is relentless and deepening, growing sharper with each passing second. It’s clear this is going to be worse than last night. I can already feel the intensity building.

“God, please no. I hate this so much.”

Staggering across the room, a moan escapes me as I clutch my stomach, the pain sending shivers through my body. The reality hits me hard—I can’t go through this alone. In a moment of desperation, I grab the phone and dial the reception, hoping against hope they can put me through to Seth.

“Hi, this is Danica from the penthouse. I... I need Seth’s number, please. It’s urgent,” I plead, my voice trembling.

“I’m sorry, we can’t disclose personal information without prior consent from the guest. Is there anything else we can help you with?”

The refusal feels like a physical blow. Frustration and helplessness boil over, and I slam the phone down, a scream of frustration tearing from my throat. The pain is mounting, each wave stronger than the last until it’s all-consuming. My knees give out, and I collapse to the floor, the agony so intense, it’s as if I’m being consumed by fire from within.

Tears stream down my face, a mix of pain and sheer helplessness. It feels like the very essence of me is being torn apart, the heat scorching through my veins with a ferocity that leaves me breathless, writhing on the cold floor of the penthouse. The thought crosses my mind, terrifying in its clarity—I might not make it through this.

With every inch of me trembling, I grip my stomach, the pain so sharp, it feels like a knife twisting inside me while my slick is drenching the inside of my thighs, past my panties. Sweat beads on my forehead, the heat within me so intense, I fear I might spontaneously combust from the arousal. Desperation lends me strength, or perhaps it’s sheer survival instinct, but I find myself crawling toward the bathroom in Jasper’s room.

Reaching the large shower, I fumble with the controls, my hands shaking so badly, it’s a wonder I manage to turn the water on. Stripping off my clothes feels like an insurmountable task, each movement sending fresh waves of pain through my body, but somehow, I do it. I move under the spray, the water shockingly cold against my overheated skin, but it’s a fleeting relief, barely making a dent in the inferno that rages within me.

Tears mingle with the cascade of water as I slide my hand down my body to between my thighs, the other on my breast, tugging at my nipple. I moan at the small relief it gives me. My fingers push between my silky wet folds, and I rub my clit in tight small circles. It’s barely a few strokes before I’m screaming an orgasm. It rattles through me, shaking me to my bones.

I slide further down to my ass in the corner of the shower, the cold water spraying over me as I try to catch my breath. Except the intensity isn’t dissipating. It’s still there, thumping under my skin. My heart’s racing as I rub myself, the high coming again, except that small reprieve it offers me only lasts a minute or so. Then it climbs through me like thorns digging into my insides.

“Fuck!” I cry out, hugging myself, shaking, so turned on, I feel it may end up killing me.

I barely feel the cold of the shower, but it’s like trying to douse a forest fire with a single bucket of water. It’s hopeless. With my back against the tiled wall, I hug my knees to my chest and curl into myself.

Tears flow down my cheeks as I shut my eyes, my body quivering and the sharpness deepening inside me. Rocking back and forth, I hold myself tight and cry, knowing that even if I try to move now, I won’t make it far. I cry out each time a new wave of pain flares through me, each time I shudder, each time my libido twists like someone is trying to rip it in half…

The chilling thought sends a shiver down my spine, colder than the water cascading over me—what if this torment is my last sensation, my final memory before darkness claims me, leaving me as nothing more than an Omega passed out? I’ve heard the stories of Omegas slipping into comas if they don’t have help from Alphas during their heat.

Jasper

As we’re making our way back toward the penthouse, winding through the hotel’s plush corridor, Seth suddenly lets out a grunt.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

Both Reed and I halt, turning to him, my eyebrows raising.

“What the hell now?” Reed probes, while I’m studying Seth staring down at something on his phone screen.

His brow furrows, then flips his phone around for us to see. I lean in, squinting at the small text on the screen, and the headline on the article catches my attention first.

Fever’s Seth: A Heartthrob’s Hidden Gaze with Mystery Girl Spotted at Concert.

As Seth scrolls the article, he reads it aloud where they’re speculating wildly about him being seen giving longing looks to a woman on his crew during the concert. They go on about how this girl is always shrouded beneath a hood, making her all the more intriguing. And then, there’s a blurry photo on the side, unmistakable Danica, her face obscured by the hood of her sweatshirt.

“Fucking hell!” I groan. “We don’t need this shit!” Not to mention, we have so much riding on this than just our contract with Wing Music, but protecting Danica from Nexus.

“You think I don’t know that,” Seth growls, his lips pinched tight.

“Yeah, well, you clearly can’t keep your emotions intact in public and the whole fucking world has noticed now,” Reed barks.

Seth’s exhaling deeply, his face paling. “We don’t tell her. Understand?” His command is clipped and precise.

“She’s gonna find out,” I say.

“Only if you open your fat mouth,” he snaps.

“I’m with Jasper on this one,” Reed adds.

“Look,” Seth says, tucking his phone into his pocket firmly, then runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to stress her, that’s all. And I want to speak with Wing Music first so we know that’s not an issue.”

“And you need to stop ogling her during concerts,” I say. “You think we don’t notice you winking at her, blowing kisses in her direction?”

Seth’s jaw tightens. “Fuck, I know. I’ll do better.”

Stepping into the penthouse with Reed and Seth, I’m half-listening to them murmur about how he’ll broach the topic with Wing Music, but my focus is elsewhere. It’s been a whole fucking day since I last saw Danica, and that’s not something I’m happy with. Especially since the producer’s arrival dragged everything out… including us returning home.

My gaze sweeps the living room, a sense of urgency creeping up on me.

“Danica?” My voice cuts through the chatter, but the silence that follows feels heavy and wrong.

My gaze sweeps the living room, a sense of urgency creeping up on me.

“Danica?” My voice cuts through the chatter, but the silence that follows feels heavy and wrong.

I exchange a quick, worried glance with the guys. We fan out without a word, each taking a different direction. My heart’s pounding, a nagging dread settling in my stomach.

“Found her!” Reed’s voice breaks the tense silence. I sprint downstairs, my steps heavy, my breaths racing.

Bursting into my bathroom, time seems to slow, my heart nearly stopping at the sight before me. Danica’s huddled in the corner of the shower, the water still cascading down on her. She’s a small, curled-up figure, her sobs echoing off the tiles, each moan and whine twisting a knife in my heart. She looks up, her face streaked with tears, and the raw pain in her eyes is almost too much to bear. We should have been here, should have known this was coming.

Inhaling deeply, her scent hits me like a mountain’s been dropped on me—the unmistakable, seductive perfume of an Omega in deep heat. It’s the kind of heat that’s more than just a call for comfort—it’s a desperate cry for survival.

And we weren’t here for her, for our Omega.

It’s been building up to this, and we were absent. Fuck! Devastation rattles through me. Glancing at Reed and Seth, I see my own heartache mirrored in their faces, a silent vow passing between us without words. Even Reed is startled, revealing his true feelings for Danica.

Her cries pull me back, her hand reaching out through the spray of water, reaching for us. I’m at her side in seconds.

“We’re here, little mouse. I’m so sorry we weren’t here earlier.” My voice is barely a whisper as I gather her into my arms, the water from the shower drenching us both, but nothing will wash away the guilt. With one hand, I shut off the water, turning to face Reed and Seth, panic paling their faces.

“She needs all of us now!” My voice is firm, leaving no room for doubt. This isn’t just about me and Danica; it’s about us coming together, giving her what she needs… all of us.

“Take her to your bed,” Seth voices my own thoughts, and I’m on the move.

Once in my bedroom. Seth has his hands full of towels so we can dry her off while Reed’s ripping the blanket off of the bed, knowing exactly what needs to be done. My gaze skims over her scarred arm, and she tries to turn away to hide it from me… Seth told me about them and what he caught her doing, but seeing them doesn’t turn me off. I absolutely adore every inch of her, every scar, every mark, makes her unique. I will just have to show her this so she doesn’t hide from us. Whatever caused them doesn’t matter… just that she knows we will never judge her.

She’s writhing in my arms, staring up at me with those intense green eyes brimming with tears. She looks at me as though she’s peering right into my soul, the ache behind her gaze leaving me shattered.

“I’m going to make it up to you that we weren’t here for you. I give you my word,” I murmur as Seth steps up in front of me and leans in to kiss her, then begins to dry her off.

“Danica, we’re here now, and I feel like shit for not getting back in time,” he says.

Reed is at her legs, wiping her clean of water so she doesn’t get cold. But with all of us around her, there’s no chance of that happening.

“Y-You f-finally came,” she murmurs through tears, her hands tightening, grasping onto my shirt, then her mouth is on my neck. Her lips are soft, burning hot, eliciting my own arousal, my cock responding so fast to her touch, her scent. I’m rock-hard and need to take these clothes off.

As if sensing my thoughts, Seth and Reed are already undressing, then Seth takes her from my arms. A growl rolls over my throat at her being away from me.

She’s kissing Seth now while her hand reaches out for Reed, drawing him close.

“I’m here,” he says, his devotion and attentiveness making me smile. He catches me smirking and shows me his middle finger, then goes back to cooing to Danica.

I’m naked in two seconds flat, so eager for my Omega, her perfume in the air so potent that my head’s fogging up. I know that the longer we spend with her in this stage, the more overpowering our connection will be, and we’ll all fall into a chaotic carnal urgency. I’m already feeling the twitches internally that I’ll lose control, that my mind’s taken over by arousal, by our bonding.

But seeing Seth lay her on the bed, lowering himself over her, with Reed on her side, kissing her has my own jealousy rising that I’m not included.

Cock in hand, I step closer, palming myself, hissing at how damn good it feels, how much I need to be inside my little mouse.

She’s crying out, thrashing on the bed, her breaths speeding up.

“She needs us inside her.” My gaze lingers down her naked body as Seth pulls away and kneels near her.

But it’s Reed who takes position between her legs, spreading them for us all to see her pussy glistening, her inner thighs soaking wet. Even before any of us touch her, I see her sweet little hole clench, as if the anticipation of taking us is too much for her to bear.

In the blink of an eye, Reed’s got his mouth between her thighs, licking up her juices, smooshing his face against her spread pussy. He growls, as if this is something he’s been dying to do.

Seth and I are hypnotized, standing on either side of the bed now, watching the way he pushes open her crease, then runs his tongue the length over and over before wrapping his mouth around her clit.

She’s moaning, her chest sticking out, and fuck, she’s beautiful. Seeing her having lost all control, craving us, is intoxicating. I doubt I’ll ever get this image of her out of my head. She’s in there, making me lose my mind already.

Reed cups her ass, lifting it off the bed so he has better access, her legs wide as he plunges his tongue in and out of her.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” she says. “But I need more, please.”

Love hearing her pleading, I shift to her head, where she twists to look at me with a wicked grin on her face, licking her lips.

Seth’s already leaning in, one hand on her full breast and his mouth clasping around the other nipple.

Her groans are mesmerizing, and her eyes never leave mine as I stare at the fierceness in her eyes of how much she needs to be fucked. There’s no flicker of fear, just a frantic desperation in her gaze. Something I’m going to help her with.

I move closer to her. “Is this what you want, Little Mouse?” I ask her, holding my cock out for her. Her attention is on my offering, and I kneel on the bed next to her and spread my bent legs for her to turn her head in my direction and reach for my cock. I place my hands on the other side of the mattress, leaning over her head to give her easier access. She frantically grabs hold, already pushing my cock past her lips.

I hiss as she takes me deeper, deeper. Gasping for air, I’m barely holding on. I stroke her hair out of her face.

“You’re doing so well. Take all of me, take your fill.”

Her tongue is going wild on the underside of my shaft, and my girl doesn’t stop until my tip hits the back of her throat. Tears spring to her eyes, but she’s sucking me, taking pleasure in having me almost choking her.

“Fuck me!” I growl, noticing her other hand is on Seth’s dick, tugging on him, while Reed’s got his face deep between her legs.

This is how I’ve wanted our pack with an Omega to be. As one. Us. Her. Bonded.

“Beautiful,” I say.

She’s purring beneath me while we do everything in our power to ease her pain, to please her, but ultimately, this is just a tease. What she needs is our knots, filling her with our cum. And she has no idea yet, but these fuck sessions will go on for a couple of days, and we’ll fill her again and again until every inch of her is covered and she’s dripping our cum.

As if on cue, she tightens her lips around my shaft just as she moans loudly, her body shuddering with an orgasm. Reed holds her down with his mouth, drinking.

Seeing her losing control tips me over. I holler as my orgasm rocks me. I burst, flooding her mouth, pouring all that love juice down her throat.

“Fuck, your mouth is so tight.”

She’s sucking me, and I love watching the way she works her throat to keep swallowing every drop I give her.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” I half murmur, half growl, still pumping into her.

When I finish, I pull out of her gorgeous mouth, and she quickly licks the few drops spilled on her lips.

“I want more,” she cries, and I grin, then glance at my pack.

“You heard the girl.”

That’s all it takes as we moved like the devil into position. Seth throws himself onto the bed on his back, rolling our precious Omega on top of him, facing her. She straddles him while Reed’s at my side, his mouth and chin glistening with her delicious juices.

“She’s so fucking sweet tasting,” he groans. “I’ve been dying to eat her out. It’s been driving me insane.”

I clap him on the back with a hand. “Well, about time you stopped being an asshole and accepted her as our Omega.”

He gives me a look, one that says he’s still dealing with whatever issue he has, but I won’t push him. He wants to be with her, to help her, which is everything. The rest can be worked out.

She cries out just as Seth wastes no time and plunges his cock into her cunt. The view from behind is mind-blowing, seeing her stretched, riding him.

I move to stand closer behind her before Reed steals the moment. “I’m taking the rear first,” I demand, but Reed’s already crawling on the bed toward her with the world’s biggest hard-on.

I can’t talk… my dick’s so hard, it hurts like a damn bitch, but I’m about to fix that.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, gaining her moaning response.

“Jasper, yes, now!” she purrs, which coaxes my own growl to graze my throat.

That’s the thing about Omegas and Alphas connected. They become co-dependent on one another and take on similar feelings and desires, so we know exactly how to satisfy each other. And this is why not satisfying an Omega going into full heat can be deadly to her.

I push aside the ache in my chest that we made her suffer, trying to ignore the agony that cuts through my chest.

The tips of my thick fingers sink into the soft flesh between her cheeks to that cute, puckered ass. She’s soaking wet as I rub her, teasing her. Her escalating moans tell me she wants this… and I intend to claim her rear until she never forgets who fucked her up the ass.

“Ready to open up for me, Little Mouse?”

“You better hurry the hell up,” Seth growls. “Because I’m dying to pound our sweetheart.”

Glancing over at her, she’s got her mouth full as she slides Reed’s cock past her lip. Reed’s hissing, his eyes rolling up into his head.

Pushing a finger into her, she’s tight but welcoming. I slide another in to get her ready. My lust beats inside me, greedy and urgent, and as she moans louder, which I take as me needing to speed up, I chuckle. Removing my fingers, I lift my cock, sliding the tip up and down her crack, before pushing into her puckered ass. Despite her gripping me, I slide in from her slick. My hands are on her cheeks, keeping them spread. I don’t want to miss a single thing. Energy builds inside me, buzzing through my balls.

Breathless, I’m so desperate to fuck her.

“Please, I want to be fucked. I want you all to fuck all my holes,” she pleads.

“Christ, that’s so hot,” Reed gasps as she slips his cock back into her mouth.

I grip her hips and drive myself all the way in, the sensation sending tingles down to my toes. She’s shaking beneath me, but she’s not telling me to stop. Seth cranes his neck in my direction with urgency in his gaze.

“Let’s fuck our girl,” I say.

“Sure took your time,” he growls.

Reed’s already howling with pleasure.

We pull out and push back into her, slowly at first, finding our rhythm, pumping into her faster, harder. All the while Reed rides her mouth, pumping into it. She’s moaning for more, dripping while we claim her like beasts.

I stretch her with each thrust. Muscles strained, I’m drowning in the sensation of her ass hugging my cock, the opening squeezing so tightly, I feel like I’m going to burst in her once more. Except, I hold back... The next time I come, I’ll be knotting, as will Seth, and I intend to make this frenzy last for as long as possible.

The four of us locked together, bonding, breeding her. We’re all going to take turns flooding her pussy with our seed to ensure she ends up with a child. It’s what I’m craving down at my core, what all Alphas desire.

My body tightens, hips bucking of their own accord into her, Seth doing the same, Reed on a high. While our Danica… she’s floating right now, lost to the haze of her heat.

All I can focus on is taking her over and over, knowing she’s ready for us to take turns fucking her…