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“Really?” she breathes.

“Mmhmm.” I kiss the curve of her neck, nip it with my teeth, loving the way it makes her gasp. “I think the three of us will take turns, hmm? Licking every inch of you.”

The scent of Sorrel’s arousal blooms in the air, a sweet lavender cloud that has my body responding. My cock grows heavy between my legs and I can’t resist grinding against the round curve of her ass. Fuck, she feels so fucking good.

“That-That sounds good.” She leans more of her weight against me, tilting her head beautifully to give me better access to her throat.

“Fuck,” Liam groans, bending down to kiss her mouth quickly. “We need to leave now, or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Our girl asks, leaning forward to take my omega’s mouth in a lengthier kiss.

Liam seems to waffle, weighing the pros and cons of staying here, and then he huffs. “We’re going. The entire point of having you come to Granton with us is so we can take you on dates, show you the city.”

Get you used to being seen with us in public. He doesn’t say that part, but all of us think it.

Sorrel’s languid pose evaporates as she straightens away from me, putting distance between our bodies as she nods and runs her hands down the front of her dress. “Right. Of course. We should go.” Her hands fist in her skirts, and I wonder if she thinks she’s hiding that they're shaking from us.

I hate to see her so nervous, but Liam’s right. We need to do this, expose her to what our life is actually like, then she can make an educated decision on whether she wants to pursue a relationship with us or not.

Though I’m starting to think if she decides a life in the spotlight is not what she wants, we’ll all be more than willing to make concessions for her.

My omega laces his fingers through her trembling ones, squeezing gently before he leads her over to the elevator. Rafe and I exchange a look, a conversation passing between us with only our eyes and our bond. We’re going to do whatever it takes to make her feel safe with us, to make her feel comfortable being with us.

She’s ours. We’re hers. We just need to prove it to her.

Track 16: Someone I Care About

The ride to the restaurant is quiet. Liam and Sorrel sit in the back seat together. Sorrel cuddled into his side as he pumps out soothing pheromones to help calm her nerves. Gray and I are in the car's front seat, alpha instincts on high alert.

Anytime we go out with Liam, we’re like this. He’s the most famous omega in the world and it’s too fucking easy for people to think because they know his face, his name, have seen his movies, that they know him. That they can be as friendly as they want with him, as demanding of his time as they deem necessary.

It’s not fucking true, but it doesn’t stop them from thinking it. Usually Liam’s pretty good at giving them a smile and a wave, taking a picture with them, and then easing them on their way.

This time is different, though. One little beta, who seems terrified of the crowds of his fans, has ratcheted up our instincts to inhuman levels. I know it. Gray knows it. Liam knows it. I’m pretty sure the only one who doesn’t know it is Sorrel.

Just like she doesn’t know that we’ve brought four guards with us, following in a black SUV behind us. There are already two more at the restaurant, scoping it out and making sure it’s safe and private, like we requested. It should be, though. No one knows where we’re going, except for the people in this car, our security detail, and Joey.

Still, I let out a breath when we round the corner and see only the normal amount of foot traffic in front of the restaurant. No crowds of fans, no paparazzi. Even seeing that, we’re still going to take a back entrance rather than the front door. I turn down a side alley and pull to a stop next to a door. Jones, one of our guards, is standing outside it. I step from the car as he opens the back door for Liam and Sorrel.

By the time I round the car to them, Gray is helping Sorrel out of the back seat. His fingers curled around hers tightly. Too tightly for how this evening is going so far. He’s thrumming with nerves on his side of our pack bond. But I don’t say anything to him. Not right now. Instead, I look at Jones. “Everything look good?”

He nods once. “Yes sir. The restaurant is clear, we checked the IDs of everyone present, customers and staff. They all checked out.” I nod my understanding and appreciation, but he hesitates.

“What is it?”

Jones sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping on the screen. “Poppy just found this.” My stomach clenches with nerves. Poppy is our IT person… though she prefers to be called a hacker. She basically monitors the web for us, finding all mentions of our pack, and occasionally breaks into systems we can’t get into the normal way.

Jones flips the screen around and I curse quietly. It’s a picture of Gray and Sorrel in the back seat of the car. Her face is tucked into his chest and hidden, but it’s unmistakably her. Worse, there’s a second picture from inside the parking garage, one of the security camera feeds, showing her entire face.

I skim the article, which is mostly speculating over who she is and what she means to us. Though they make a dig about her shorts and t-shirt combo. Apparently, it’s not fancy enough for being with us. I roll my eyes and pass the cell back to Jones.

“She’s getting the article taken down. The photos, at least. And we’re looking into how that photo was leaked. So far, we’ve found nothing.”

“Good,” I say, watching as Gray, Liam and Sorrel disappear into the restaurant. My team is good, and I know they’ll do what it takes to find whoever hacked our own fucking security feeds. “Have Poppy monitor things. Specifically, anything to do with Sorrel. She’s not ready to be exposed like that.”

“Will do.” His lips tighten and I get the impression he wants to say something, probably about how it’s stupid of us to bring her to one of the most popular restaurants in the city, if we don’t want her picture splashed all over the internet.

He’s not fucking wrong, but Liam was determined to bring her here, to make her see it can be fucking good being with us. Sorrel adores food, and this is some of the best in the city.

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