Page 103 of Knight Life In Vegas

“And I’m not. So we’re going.”

Madison sighed and hopped down, Leo holding her waist so she didn’t fall. She pulled me into a hug. “Thank you so much for inviting me. I’m sorry about Tyler.”

“You don’t have to leave,” I insisted.

She waved me off. “Not worth the fight. He’ll be upset all week if I stay longer and I don’t want to deal with that. We’ll hang out again soon. Happy birthday.”

I watched the two of them leave, my stomach queasy.

“Well, he’s a fucking peach,” said Leo. “Why is she with that asshole?”

“She’s been with him a long time,” I replied, still watching Madison leave. “I think she’s just too comfortable to make a move to go anywhere, and I know how that feels. She won’t leave until the pain of staying is worse than the pain of going.”

Francisco and Beau squeezed my hands in quiet gestures of comfort.

I turned my focus back on the rest of my party, noticing Leo was still staring in the direction Madison had disappeared, his lips pulled into a frown.

“It would be bad if I went after her, right?” Leo asked, not looking at any of us.

“Her boyfriend doesn’t want her to pack up,” I pointed out.

“And what doesshewant? He can’t deny her a pack if she wants one.”

I chewed my lip. Andrew had done the same to me, so I couldn’t say much. “She’s told me she wants a pack, but she’s stuck on Tyler, and we can’t do anything for Madison until she’s ready.”

Leo sighed. “Pisses me off when alpha assholes are out here dimming the shine of their omegas.”

“Trust me, I agree.” With a sigh, I reached out to Eclipse and stroked his cheek, planting a few kisses on him. “You were the very best boy tonight.”

“Best boy every night,” Leo agreed. “I hear he’s your favorite for lessons.”

“He’s a dream.”

When Eduardo and Dylan brought back my boys, I gave the kids a goodbye hug and kiss before Ava and her pack took them to return their costumes. The arena emptied out quickly until only the staff and my pack remained.

“Nobody change clothes,” Dylan ordered. “I have a queen to swear fealty to.”

Heat ran down my spine and pulsed between my thighs.

Dylan held his hand out to me, beckoning. “Your Majesty.”

He drew me onto his lap, and I cast a glance to the others, making sure they were going to follow. Francisco was already ushering Beau along.

Dylan smelled like heaven on earth, with sweat dampening his temples, his leather and sweet cherry scent filling every breath. “My princess is a queen tonight.”

“Does a queen get treated differently than a princess?”

“I think a queen should get worshiped by her entire court, don’t you?”

I shivered, clinging tighter to him—side saddle in a gown wasn’t exactly the most secure position. “Can’t argue with that.”

“I’m going to eat that perfect pussy on the throne.”

It clenched, as if it had suddenly developed the ability to understand English.

“Gonna fuck you on it, too.”

“Dylan, for god’s sake, there’s still people here.” I squirmed, trying to squeeze my thighs together without destabilizing myself. “I don’t need the entire staff to know what you’re planning.”

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