Page 4 of Three of a Kind

Though, Gunner might have more ink than Maverick, considering even the tops of his hands are covered in tatts.

But where Gunner is quiet and encouraging, Maverick is silly and playful.

It’s quite the combination.

Having the attention of both men trained on me does something wonderful, something terrifying, to my insides.

“It seems like it’s reached the part of the night when everyone hits the dance floor,” Maverick says close to my ear as he squeezes my knee. “Dance with us?”

Gunner stretches back against the booth, like he’s giving me extra space to think through the offer, but he quirks a brow. It feels like he’s letting me know he’s interested too.

“Y-Yeah,” I agree in a breathy tone I didn’t know I possessed. “I’d love to.”

Maverick scoots out of the booth and offers me a hand.

I take it, and he tugs me up and into his chest. His scent slaps into me, and my nose twitches, trying to determine exactly what that smell is. It’s like smoky chestnuts or maybe cooked macadamia nuts? I don’t know exactly what it is, but I love it.

My silly heart races as he bends low, nuzzling his cheek to mine. “God, Brooklyn. You smell fucking delectable.”

“She does,” Gunner muses, his warmth appearing at my back. He pulls my hair away from my face and speaks close to my ear. “He’s been hogging you all night.” With that, he tugs me back, wraps his arm around my shoulder, and guides me toward the other dancing couples. “Let’s rectify that.”

Holy shit.

They’re really hot.

And definitely out of my league.

My heart races as my hands hit the sink in the bar bathroom. It’s been so long since I’ve even been out on a date, but I needed to get out so bad.

My instincts haven’t been settled in months, and it’s gotten a million times worse since I broke up with my ex.

I’ve barely left my house, but that’s not solely because of my instincts.

Life is complicated as an omega.

It’s nearly impossible to flourish without a pack, or at the very least, an alpha to help soothe our system.

Not to mention heats.

It’s a whole mess.

Alphas need omega pheromones, or they end up feral. Omegas need alpha pheromones, or we end up touch starved.

It’s such a catch-22.

My system doesn’t care that I haven’t found a pack yet. It still craves alphas, even if my only option before tonight was my slimeball ex.

I’ve had enough of his crap.

This adventure is supposed to be just for me.

But what about them? Are you really going to put their lives at risk?

My hands shake violently as my gaze falls to look at my feet.

Avan isn’t just a run-of-the-mill asshole ex.

He’s connected.

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