Page 14 of Packed Up In Vegas

Clove and nutmeg.

All wrapped up in Kai’s cinnamon.

Fucking hell. I’d be lucky if I remembered my own name during this, let alone the fact that a room full of people were already staring at me, waiting for me to get railed.

Reality fell away like grains of sand in an hourglass. All I was able to focus on was the three alphas in front of me.

Showtime.

Nerves rocked me down to my toes. I was never nervous. But this was my mate. The first time I was going to kiss her and fuck her would be here in front of all these people. I fought against every instinct that demanded I drag her right back through that door and bend her over the couch.

Her sweet candied apple scent hung like a thick cloud around her, as tempting a lure as I had ever experienced. Callie’s dark brown hair gleamed in the lights, teasing out hints of copper and gold. Her little white sundress was rendered basically see-through under the intensity of the spotlights. She stood there, shaking like a leaf, her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared at us with wide eyes.

I walked toward her, trying to keep the stiffness from my movements, to appear calm and confident so she could draw that same energy from me. I cupped her cheeks like I had done before and she offered me a wobbly smile.

Callie let me take her hand and I drew her over to the center of the stage, where Diego and Amir were waiting. Her breathing picked up the closer we got to them, the sound sharp in the speakers. The audience loved sounds like that, the little hints of panic and emotion slipping through. That was the authenticity they craved and Callie was certainly giving it to them.

I positioned her at center stage, her back to my chest and leaned down, nipping her earlobe to draw out a gasp that had my cock rising against her ass. “You’re doing so well, little dove. Let us take care of you.”

I slipped one hand around her waist, gliding up her stomach and the curve of her breasts to hold her throat, encouraging her to tip her head back and surrender. She melted in my grip, tensing only when Amir and Diego each took one of her wrists and tugged down the spaghetti straps of her dress.

Callie’s perfect whine echoed through the space, and I didn’t miss the wave of shifting through the audience as they reacted to the sound. Her body bowed and flexed when I got my mouth on her throat, teasing her scent gland with my teeth and indulging myself in the flavor of her candied apple scent on my tongue. Bright, tart, and sweet as hell.

All I wanted to do was drown in her, and once this was all over, I was going to keep her. I couldn’t let her go now that I’d tasted her. I had to keep my head in the game for the show, but fuck me if Callie’s soft sounds and delicious scent weren’t making that really difficult.

Amir and Diego had tugged her dress down to her waist, leaving only the lacy strapless bra that barely contained the spill of her breasts.

Callie let out the most glorious inhuman sound and I glanced down to see Diego’s mouth on her breast. If she was going to sound like that when we got a mouth on her tits, I could only imagine what she would sound like when I got my face between her thighs. I growled against her skin and rocked my hips against her ass.

Her squirming got unruly when Amir joined Diego, unhooking the bra entirely and tossing it over his head. Her hands locked around their heads and she was arched like a bow, breathless and panting as they got their first tastes of her. The heat radiating from her skin would’ve told me how fast she was falling under the sway of the serum if all of her delicious sounds hadn’t done that for me.

I closed my eyes, ignoring the people watching us, dipping into the fantasy that it was just Callie and us, our mate letting us take her apart for our own pleasure. I pulled away long enough to flick off her mic, and undo the zipper at the back of her dress, Diego dragging it to her feet and Amir guiding her to lift each foot so the dress could be tossed aside. I couldn’t hide her from the audience, but I took the opportunity to cup her breasts, cradling the heavy softness and teasing her nipples while the others waited patiently.

My hands felt like they were aflame, knowing how many eyes were watching their descent down Callie’s stomach and under the waistband of her pink panties. She twitched hard when I dipped my fingers between her folds, finding the fountain of slick that let me glide through easily and burrow into her cunt. She made another one of those perfect inhuman sounds and bucked hard against my hand.

Amir tugged down her panties and then they were each hoisting one of her soft thighs onto their shoulders, spreading Callie’s dripping core. I took my time thrusting my fingers into her while she writhed between all three of us, giving her a few moments to adjust to being touched like this, for her body to welcome everything we were about to give her.

Diego pulled my hand away and replaced it with his own, Callie’s breathing shifting at the new angle and the rough grind of his thumb against her clit. I watched it all with rapt fascination and carefully raised my slick-drenched fingers to her mouth. Tracing her lips was all it took for that mouth to pop open and her tongue to lap her flavor off of my skin.

Fuck me sideways.

She was perfect. If we could keep her distracted, she wouldn’t even notice the audience. She was definitely loud enough, but hopefully they wouldn’t mind obscured views if any of us fell too hard into the instinct to guard her.

Callie’s whimpers and the rhythmic tensing of her body told all of us how close she was. Diego was watching her face like she had hung the moon, waiting for the moment she broke for him.

Callie cried out, her muscles shaking.

“There we go. Good girl, taking your pleasure.”

Diego’s gaze flipped to me. “She liked that. Praise her again.”

“You sound so fucking good, little dove. I can’t wait to make you sing for me.”

“Dibs” was all Diego said before he stood, snatched up our omega and spread her out on the bed.

Asshole. He couldn’t call fucking dibs on our mate.

I couldn’t fight him for her on stage, so I let it be and moved to the head of the bed. Callie’s eyes were wide and desperate as she reached for me the second she realized I was close, dragging me down until she devoured me, her lips meeting mine in a needy clash. My hair swept down, a curtain blocking us from the audience, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My mate was kissing me. I couldn’t even begin to drink my fill of her. She tasted like summer and nostalgia, sweet and sharp.

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