Page 70 of The Beta's Bargain

“What are we doing here?” I ask him.

“Are you feeling healed?” Dylan asks and drops his eyes to my abdomen.

My cheeks blaze. “Yes. I’m healed. Jeez!” I look away and bite my lip.

“Ah, good. So, Grayson is bored.”

My attention sharpens in a single second. “Are we playing a game?”

Dylan grins. “Hide.”

I hesitate and kick off my shoes before bolting in the opposite direction of Dylan. There’s a thrill that is indescribable to knowing the alphas are going to be hunting us down. I hesitate and then choose a row in the middle of the back block. The trick to this is going to be to keep moving.

A minute passes, and then another, and finally, they come in. I don’t even need to look. I can feel them in the air. The doors are shut and locked.

I press my hand against my lips to suppress a giggle.

“Ready or not, here I come.” Gray’s voice booms into the enormous room.

I shift closer to the end of a row and wait until I can see where they are. Falcon walks up slowly and gets to my row. He looks in my direction, but I’m positive I’m hidden, and then he takes a seat.

I lick my lips and watch him. He turns his head and looks to the front.

Silas and Gray are chasing Dylan around. He is flying over the chairs, leaping from space to space. It’s effortless and amazing. He’s managing to stay away from them, too, but eventually, he’s pinned by Silas. Gray turns his attention and looks for me.

Holy hell. There is something about him that has come alive.

I’m going to make this hard for him. Really hard.

He prowls towards the back, searching each row. As he gets closer, I crawl as quickly as I can to the other side, and when I see him step up; I slip down a single step. He keeps going up, and I descend, moving to the bank of seats on the left. I look around. There has to be somewhere else I can hide. I spot the curtains down the front and ponder it. If I could get across the distance, I might get there. He’s already checked them, too.

I check his location, and then Silas’, and then I work my way down. At the floor level, I crawl almost under the seats to the wall and then, in really slow increments, I work my way to the curtain and slip behind it.

I hear them get close twice and then move away again. And then someone charges at me. I let out a shriek, slip free of the curtain, and bolt.

Gray’s arms wrap around me at once. He throws us both to the ground and growls in my ear. I still, the instinctive nature of prey to freeze when caught by a much larger predator.

“I thought you’d left,” He growls and bites at my neck, small teasing scrapes of his teeth. I can feel the length of his cock pressed against my ass. I’m not surprised by how hard he is.

“Gray,” I whine.

He pulls me up on my knees and rips my dress down at the front, and then the material is gone. I’m not wearing a bra, just a small, black scrap of lace that the woman who brought my clothes called underwear. Gray plucks at them as if they offend him and then tears them off me.

My knees get weak, and I lean back against him to stay upright. Holy crap, he literally just ripped my clothes off. Swoon.

“Like that, did you?” Gray murmurs. “You’ll like this better. Dylan. Get down here.”

The omega is already naked. His cock sticks out hard in front of him. It's not the first time I’ve seen him naked, but it's the first time he’s been naked with me. I want to taste him. I want to touch him, but he suddenly seems uncertain.

Gray frowns. “All right. Go entertain Silas. Falcon will help me.”

“Help you what?” I ask with a bite to my voice. I can’t help the sting that Dylan didn’t want me.

Gray pinches my nipple in retaliation. At first, there’s fiery pain, then the pleasure that seems to be in a direct line with my pussy. My core tightens on nothing. My hips arch, and Gray laughs.

“Oh, you’re so responsive. Perfect.”

I don’t get to say anything else because a very naked Falcon stops right in front of me. His cock is huge. It’s got a slight bend and veins that I want to trace. My mouth waters. What would he taste like?

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