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I had to force my eyes open so I could watch the pearly ropes of his release coat his stomach, his chest, all the way up to his throat. I’d never been with an omega before him and had had no idea how much they actually came nor how sweet their release was on my tongue. If I was there in his room, I would have run my tongue along every inch of his body to savor that chocolate strawberry sweetness, savor his essence, coat my tongue and fill my senses with his delicious signature.

A sharp intake of air jerked my eyes toward the door to find Ax standing there wide eyed in nothing but his boxer briefs, the outline of his long, hard cock straining against the fabric.

CHAPTER 16

Ax

Tonight had been slow, even for a weeknight, so I’d decided to try out some new choreography on the stage, more or less putting on a one man show for the patrons who’d come in for the night.

Now, I was tired as hell. I wanted nothing more than to take a quick, hot shower and drop face first into Issa’s bed.

We’d all taken to sleeping together. It was normal now. Natural. And she no longer stiffened when one of us draped an arm over her waist to tug her closer, melding her back to our front, her knees over ours.

It had been three days since Amir had spent quite a bit of time entertaining our beta in her room and again in the nest. I didn’t blame him – Issa was hot.

I also didn’t blame her. For a male omega, he was far from dainty. His body was firm and tight with rippling, toned muscles, he stood around five feet ten inches, and had a deep, warm voice. Then heoffset all that pure masculinity with his beautiful wavy hair, full, kissable lips – that I’d yet to taste – and beautiful green eyes framed with thick black lashes.

And yep, I’d noticed all that shit from the moment I’d spotted him dancing with Issa that night in the club when he had come in for the initial meet and greet.

Kind of like how I’d noticed the green flecks in Issa’s honey brown eyes, or the way there were hints of auburn when the sun shone on her hair. Or how she couldn’t lie for shit and would look to her left when she was trying to come up with an excuse for something. I’d also noted that she chewed the inside of her cheek when she was uncomfortable, causing her plump lips to purse in the cutest fucking way.

What could I say? I was a man lost to my beta.

We’d given her time to grow to trust us, to begin to heal from years of trauma. And sure, I knew it took far longer than mere months to overcome shit like that, but I was fucking dying to have Issa Alvarez…scratch that – IssaRiverain my arms. Her sister was bonded to Pack Rivera. It just so happened our pack lead was the brother to the head of that pack. Not confusing at all.

Or it was and had earned us a front row seat or a spot at the head of the line on several occasions.

Didn’t care either way, honestly. Enzo’s brother ran…businesses. We ran a club. It had been the eldest Rivera brother who’d been able to finance the club we now ran and had built into an extremely successful place that catered to those with alternative tastes and lifestyles. The Vault also gave me an outlet for my obsession with dance. Not that shaking my hips or making men and women scream was what I’d been trained for since I could walk.

It struck me as ironic that just a few months ago we were perfectly content with the life we’d built. We could fuck each other or bring home a one-night stand. We could earn a shitload of money and…well, spend it however we saw fit.

There had been zero desire to add anyone else to the pack.

Until Issa. Until the day she’d crashed into our lives.

Even with the beautiful beta now in our pack, there hadn’t been this deep-seated need to add an omega. We hadn’t really had the conversation, but the three of us had never really expressed the desire for children. At least not anytime in the near future. We were only in our twenties. We had plenty of time for all that shit.

But our girl was intimidated by alphas. She’d grown to trust us, but she was still leery. An omega was no threat to her. And since Issa hadn’t shown any interest in women, we’d intentionally sought a male omega. Not an easy feat being as they were the rarest of their designation.

It had felt like fate when we’d come across his profile. His profile had said he was open to a pack with a beta, that he was interested in bisexual relationships outside of his heat when his body would demand the relief only a knot could bring.

Oh, and he was hot as fuck.

And then I’d watched the way the two of them had interacted on the dance floor as they’d watched me onstage. Before I’d even met him face to face, the way Issa had been instantly drawn to him cemented my plan to meld him into our pack through any means necessary.

Okay…maybe notanymeans. Unlike Enzo’s brother, we had no intention of kidnapping an omega for any reason.

But fuck…I’d pay Amir to stick around for Issa, as long as she was happy. Although yeah. I wished I was the one who made her happy, who elicited those adorably shy smiles, who she wanted to ride the way she had the omega three days ago.

Cyrus pulled the SUV into the garage and killed the engine as Enzo and I pushed from our doors. Slow nights ended up being the most tiring. Not only was I physically exhausted from all the dancing, but I was mentally exhausted because of the lack of stimulation. Not to mention I hated that my servers didn’t make nearly enough on slower weeknights.

We all trudged through the mudroom, kicking our shoes off as we went, then made our way to our individual bedrooms for a shower before bed. Since meeting Amir, she’d grown more comfortable withgoing to her bed when we worked late instead of waiting on the couch as she’d done the first few months.

We’d all been sleeping with Issa and, regardless of what the other two had planned, I had every intention of climbing under the blankets with her and tugging her to my body.

Amir’s sweet chocolate and strawberries scent still clung to every surface, mixing with Issa’s warm, sun-dried linen as well as our scents. It felt…fuck, it felt perfect. I wanted that combination here permanently, but we were still currently courting Amir.

Well,Issawas courting him since they talked or texted nonstop like a couple of teenagers while Enzo, Cyrus, and I worked the club.

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