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“Fuck,” he breathes against her skin as he sucks on her pulse point as she moans. “I’ve never danced with a pretty little omega before, baby. You’re going to make me cum in my pants if you’re not careful.”

I actually didn’t know that. We’ve had our disagreements and breaks over the years, some longer than others as he’s insisted I date omegas. The adorable, stubborn dick knew Cerenity was my scent match because I’d told him the day I found out. I figured he’d date while he kept pushing me away, Lord knows there’s more than enough ass at his fights.

I was wrong in so many ways. We both were.

“No one would know but us,” I tease Gabriel, pushing Cere closer to him, so she’s now sandwiched between us.

As I direct his hands under her shirt, because no one can tell in the darkness as the lights dim even further, I smirk at his intake of breath as his hands squeeze her soft breasts. Kissing Cere, I swallow her moans as Gabriel explores her body as we dance.

Breathing hard, he tweaks her nipples, making Cere whimper and perfume for us.

“Goddamn, baby,” Gabe groans. “I’m having a hard time behaving right now. I want to fuck you from behind so badly.”

Her chest heaves as he lays her head back on his chest as he moves his hands to her waist.

“I might let you,” she whines, making my eyes hood in desire.

“Fuck, I think you need some water and a break,” I murmur. I love seeing Cerenity wild, with her pupils blown wide with desire. I also don’t want to force her heat on her early either.

I don’t know how we’re all going to manage to get through the next few days. Cere won’t be able to handle her heat alone, not now that she’s connected to her scent matches. Fuck, I’m going to need to talk to the guys.

There’s so much happening over the next few days, but we need to make sure we show up for our girl. Yeah, I’m coming around to that too.

Cerenity gives me a quick kiss as she checks her top and leads us carefully off the dance floor. The club is heaving with bodies, most people choosing to stay even after the burlesque show.

Making eye contact with a bartender, she lifts three fingers for three bottles of water, and Michelle nods at her.

Turning to face us, her brow raises as she sees Jasper and Tommy.

“You look amazing,” Jas says, taking in the knife that’s peeking out from her skirt.

“Thank you, I like my pointy toys,” she says with a slow grin. Jasper chuckles under his breath as Cere turns to take the bottles from Michelle.

“And your frying pans as well,” Tommy mutters as his lips twitch.

“I’m resourceful, baby!” she exclaims, opening her bottle after she hands Gabe and I each one and taking a sip.

Cere is flying high on endorphins and alpha pheromones, and it’s fucking hot. Kicking Tommy’s foot, I give him a look, to which he nods. He can tell this isn’t normal for her either. Jasper looks surprised and glances at me.

“You feeling okay there, Tiny?” he asks her.

“Yes,” she says with a nod. “The dancers did amazing tonight, the club is full of happy people, I am good. Kind of horny, but fine.”

“Are you ready to go home, baby?” I murmur in her ear. She doesn’t need to be here till closing. Cere’s crew are incredible and capable. They’ve got this.

“I think I want to know if the mafia boys can dance,” she murmurs, tipping her head up for another kiss from me. Unable to resist, I devour her lips upside down, my hands ghosting along her luscious curves, squeezing her body as I do.

The staff is the last thing on my mind, until we get a few whistles from the bartenders. Coming up for air, I check on Cere, only noting her wicked grin and shrug.

“Scent matches, what can you do?” she yells over at them, effectively blowing their minds as she jerks her head to the dance floor. “Dance, Casanova? Daddy?”

“I don’t really dance,” Tommy mutters, though his hand is already dwarfing Cere’s as he moves. Jasper chuckles under his breath as he follows, and I’m not sure how that’ll play out.

“Taking bets on whether she knees or kicks one of them?” Gabe asks, leaning against the bar as he drinks some water.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I want to get closer, though,” I say, tugging him with me as we move. The space where we stood is quickly swallowed up by club goers that want to order drinks, which is one of the reasons I left.

The cage dancers move above the crowd, the lights beginning to strobe over them. The music is hot tonight, and everyone came to have a good fucking time. I love running this club with Cere because of what it means for the city. It’s a safe place, drugs are kept out, and any type of trouble is checked at the door.

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