Page 9 of Luna

“Why wouldn’t we want to go to Dante’s room?” Quinn cocked his head at Colton, then looked at Dante. “We have a decent-sized suite, but I assume you have a larger space since you’re VIP.”

I flushed. A suite. Where there would also be a bed.

Colton shook his head. “She might not be comfortable being alone in a room with strangers.”

Quinn frowned at me, like I was a puzzle. “Of course. But statistically speaking, people who are shy in public spaces are more comfortable in private spaces. If anything, we should have left sooner.”

“I’m okay.” I shook my head. “Really.”

Colton watched me. “You’re sure? We’ll be just fine in another room.”

“I’d rather be in one of our rooms.”

Quinn still looked confused, and Colton muttered “later” under his breath.

Quinn’s sweet naiveté took some of the pressure off the situation. Quinn didn’t assume just because we were near a bed, we would be having sex. It was really nice that none of them was acting like I was just there for them to sleep with.

That more than anything made me comfortable enough to say yes. Both Dante and Colton knew I was attracted to them, but neither alpha was acting like it was just a matter of time before they’d have me in bed. They were worried about my safety and comfort first, their libidos second.

We made it up to Dante’s suite. As expected, it was large with a expansive living space that was quite separate from the bedroom. Thank heavens for that.

Dante opened a mini fridge and handed me a bottle of water. “Anyone else want something?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Quinn said as Colton shook his head no. We sat down on a large plush couch. Like before, Colton and Quinn sat on either side of me. I’d expected to feel nervous as hell, but the heat and scent of sitting between them soothed me.

“I’ll start things off.” Dante stood in front of the couch. “Just so no one feels self-conscious.”

I snorted. “Yeah, that’s not gonna make me less self-conscious. This is literally your job.”

“Right.” Dante grabbed some snacks out of the mini bar and handed me some chips. “Time to eat some carbs, love.”

I took some and passed them to Colton and Quinn. Normally the alpha urge to feed me got on my nerves. This time I was grateful for the reminder to eat.

Dante held his hands up. “As you can see, I have nothing up my sleeves.”

“You have no sleeves,” Quinn said.

But he did have great arms.

Dante produced a pencil. “My friends, this is a very special pencil.”

I leaned closer to Colton, and he slid an arm around me. He glanced down at me, checking in, as he did so. I smiled hesitantly then tugged at Quinn’s arm to pull him closer.

Quinn froze, his cheeks beet red. He shifted over to me without making eye contact. It was so much easier not to feel self-conscious touching him when he was just as awkward as me. We were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg, and the heat moving between the two of them was perfect.

“I have traveled far and wide, through the depths of the jungles to the heights of the Himalayas.”

“The story is part of the misdirection.” Quinn grinned, looking at me now in his enthusiasm. “He’s setting up the tale of the presumably magic pencil in order to get us to better accept the trick.”

Dante pointed at Quinn. “Exactly, mate. I will speak of magic and wonder about the rubber forests found deep in the jungles. So, when I tell you this is a magic pencil, you will believe me.”

“I think you just like the sound of your own voice.” Colton smirked.

“That too.” Dante wiggled the pencil. “This pencil is made of a special substance that feels like wood but is really…. rubber.”

I laughed. “You’re doing the pencil trick.” It was the easiest trick, present in every book on amateur magic, but seeing Dante Trent perform it absolutely straight-faced was actually pretty cute.

“Observe in wonder, my friends.” Dante shook the pencil in his hand fast enough that the pencil seemed to bend.

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