Page 11 of Luna

Colton glanced at the ceiling, as if praying for answers. Dante just grinned. “I mean, we could change that. I’m up for a sexy weekend in Vegas if everyone else is.”

The room went quiet, the moment suspended in the air.

“Quinn and I aren’t looking to add to our pack right now.” Colton looked at me and then Dante.

Quinn grimaced but didn’t contradict his alpha.

Colton looked at me again. “You smell incredible, and I’d love to have a wild weekend with you, but I don’t want to lead you on.”

“I tried dating packs…” I bit my lip. I didn’t want to go into detail. I wanted them, they wanted me, it was simple and I needed to keep it that way. “I’m okay with it being a fling.”

“I travel too much,” Dante said. “I’m not looking for anything more serious than this weekend.”

Quinn cleared his throat, turning an interesting shade of scarlet. “I’m okay with that. Sure. Yes. If Luna is…”

I nodded before I could overthink myself into an empty bed. “I’m not…usually the fling type so I’m…not sure where to start.”

I looked down at my hands. Smooth. So, so smooth Luna. Wow them with that omega charm.

“Start by telling me you’ll let us know if you don’t like something.” Colton’s voice was stern. “Anyone can ask to stop no matter what’s happening.”

“Absolutely,” Dante purred, brushing his hand down my arm. “It’s not fun if someone isn’t having the time of their life.”

“I can do that,” I whispered. Dante’s hand on my arm took up all my attention.He’s touching me, a voice in the back of my mind shouted,he’s actually touching me.

Now that sex was imminent, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I was sitting in a weird position, but moving would seem like I was trying to brush against someone, but I guess that was okay since we were going to have sex, but still…

“Quinn?” Colton asked. “Are you okay with Luna and Dante touching you?”

“Y-yes.” Quinn’s voice was soft.

I let out a breath. I could do this. I could leave if I wasn’t comfortable.

“Can we…” I paused. “Can we go sit near the bed?” My cheeks flamed at the suggestion, but I wasn’t up for the challenges of three men and one small couch. The pack I’d been with had always bickered if we were trying to have sex in close quarters.

“Of course, love,” Dante said, his voice like silk against my skin.

He opened a door into a large bedroom. The hotel management obviously expected Dante to have bed partners, in the plural, because the bed was huge. The four of us would fit no problem.

Quinn whistled. “That’s bigger than our bed at home.”

“It sure is,” Colton said. “Maybe we oughta get a larger model.”

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. The only good thing about staying on the couch had been that we were already in position. Except for Quinn. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine, and there wasn’t room for the three of them around me on the couch.

“Whatcha thinking about, Luna?” Colton raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even have to do anything. I’d like it just fine if you watched.”

His accent went thick and sweet like honey, and more desire curled through me. My core, already hot, throbbed, and my panties were a lost cause.

“I’m trying to figure out a position for the four of us.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “My pack I was with before got mad if someone was left out.”

“They should have learned to share better,” Quinn frowned. “Besides, you’re the omega, you make the rules.”

I dropped my eyes to the floor. “That’s not how it worked with them.”

“That’s how it works here, love.” Dante sat down on the bed. “You just tell us what you want.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry I’m making this complicated.”

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