Page 14 of Savage Trap

“Better than okay,” he replies, and Kelly nudges me another step closer. Nate widens his stance, inviting me into the V of his body, and I lay a hand on the front of his black button-down. I can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and then I watch the most delicious blush I’ve ever seen bloom in his cheeks. It turns his eyes a stunning silver, and when a low whine leaks out of him, I actually catch my breath.

Is it too much? I’m watching his face for cues, but all I can see is his bobbing throat and wet lips, his eyes pinned to mine as we move against each other.

He’s in heaven, Angel, Kelly purrs through our bond. Trust him to tell you if he needs a break.

But he looks…

Wrecked. The male satisfaction is humming through our bond, and when Kelly tucks his chin over my shoulder, I can feel the hard line of his erection against my ass. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just enough so he can stare down into my face. Kind of how you look right now, babe.

I moan at the heat in his eyes, his smile turning wicked as he eases me that last step forward. When I’m finally wedged between them, Kelly’s hands come up to rest on Nate’s shoulders. The beta gives a low groan, but he’s still not touching us, except for where his chest and hips are brushing mine.

We dance like that to the end of the song, a sweet torture of fluttering hearts grounded by Kelly’s hands. But it’s the riotous applause from the VIP balcony that has us finally stepping apart, and when I lift my flushed face, I watch as Parker holds his glass up to his brother.

I roll my eyes, but grab Nate’s hand before he can escape, and lead him over to the bar. We’ve attracted a lot of attention, but I ignore the curious looks as the bartender pushes bottled water our way. It’s clearly an alpha club based on the guys hovering about, but Nate seems perfectly at home as he inserts himself into a gap and leans back against the bar. Kelly crowds me in again, but I’m careful to keep a little distance between us as we sip our water and try to cool off.

Nate’s flush has faded a little, but there’s a slight hitch in his breathing as he looks between us. “I thought it was going to be a pity dance…” he murmurs, his voice trailing off.

“I’m pretty sure every guy in the club wishes he was you right now,” Cam tells him as he steps up next to me, edging another alpha aside with a bump of his rock-hard shoulders. I turn and smile up at my mate, offering him my water. He’s not much of a drinker, and he’s usually the one nagging me to hydrate when he’s torturing me in the gym. But oh, how I love watching his thick golden throat work as he drains the rest of my bottle. Not to mention the sexy way he drags the back of his hand over his lips when he’s done. There’s no way to disguise the heat in my eyes, and he gives me a slow smile. “Come dance with me, Elvi?”

I nod, because getting my hands back on Cam is now my number one priority, but then I look at the other guys. “We’ll amuse ourselves here,” Kelly assures me, and I get to watch that blush roar back to life in Nate’s cheeks as Cam leads me to the dance floor.

We move together without hesitation, because even though Cam doesn’t have Kelly’s natural grace, he’s not afraid to use his hips. It probably helps that I’m plastered to his chest as I grind on his thigh. “Fuck, you smell like wildflowers right now,” he says, then tips my chin up to his face. “You like our beta, babe?”

I shrug, but my gaze has already drifted back to the bar. Kelly and Nate are watching us, but their shoulders are definitely touching. “I like being around him. I don’t think he gets nearly the attention he deserves.”

Cam gives a low rumble as his hands slide down my hips. “I think you’ve taken care of that. Parker’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw you and Kelly make your move.”

I arch a look up at him. “Not too much?”

“Well, that’d be up to Nate, wouldn’t it?”

I hum my agreement, letting the beat carry us away for a couple of songs until Rory joins us. We dance in a kind of blur, and I fall into the grinding rhythm, enjoying the heat rippling under my skin and the smiles on my mate’s faces. When Kelly and Nate join us, I dance with them for a song, then leave Kelly to entertain them while I head back to the bar to hydrate. I’ve barely cracked the seal on my bottle of water when the lights dim down and the music dials up. People flood the dance floor from all directions and I look around for a quieter spot as I’m jostled a little in the crowd.

“Honey!” the bartender calls, waving to get my attention. “Your alpha said he’d meet you in the chillout room if you want a break.”

I raise my brows at her. “Which alpha?”

“Didn’t catch his name, but he said he was here with you.” She gives me a wink. “Quite the hottie, too.”

I just nod, because when it comes to my mates, that doesn’t narrow it down much. I strain my neck, but I can’t see through the crowd to work out who might have slipped away. Knowing Rory, he’s planning a slow dance in a dark corner, but I’m still cautious as I make my way in the direction of the chillout room.

Best-case scenario right now is Arben is finally making an appearance…

But the smile slides off my face as I step into the room and find the Wolf of Washington waiting for me. He’s sitting in another club chair, nursing another glass of whiskey, and other than the gold wallpaper backdrop, it feels like déjà vu. But I instantly back up, hissing through my teeth as I discover a guy already behind me, blocking the way. He’s not threatening, exactly, but it’s pretty clear I’m not getting out of here without screaming my head off.

My wolf bares her teeth at the idea, and I narrow my eyes at Loup. “This is a stupid move. The guys who own this club are in the next room.”

“I know,” he says, his attention on his drink. “I watched you dance with one of them.”

I cross my arms and coat my voice with disdain. “Aren’t you a little old to be lurking around in clubs spying on people?”

That gets him on his feet, and I bite the side of my tongue. Yep, poking the bear also seems to apply to the wolf, because as he stalks towards me, I can see my disdain leveled right back at me. “I’m not here for the floorshow, Ms. Starling-Ferrier.”

I’m tempted to retreat, but with the brute behind me, I know it’s pointless. Besides, my wolf isn’t about to back down to this guy, no matter his bloodline. “Then why are you here? I thought you’d be dining in style with the other alphas.”

He stops a couple of feet away, his gaze aloof. “I told you I have no interest in the council.”

“Just for mjeku i vdekjes?” He looks surprised that I’ll admit to knowing anything about Arben, but I shrug. “I’m sure you know my history and how I grew up. I saw Marku around, and I’m well aware of his reputation. But as to where he is now, my best guess is back in New York somewhere.”

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