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I reach between us and run my palm against the bulge.

His hand comes over mine. “It’s okay, Mia.”

“I want to.”

“Mia.” He lifts my chin up with a finger so our gazes meet. “You owe me nothing.”

My brow furrows. I press my hand harder against his length. “I know. Iwantto.”

Noah swallows hard. His hips buck against my hand whether he intends them to or not.

“Do you not want me to?” I ask. If that’s the case, then I’ll back right off.

Noah growls deep in his throat. “God, no, Mia. I want your fingers around my cock so badly.” He kisses my neck again. “Your lips. Your walls…”

I raise his chin this time. “Then close your eyes and enjoy.”

I unbutton his jeans and reach for his cock. It’s so much larger than I expected—not that I have any genuine expectations—and warm in my hands. The second my fingers brush his velvety hard length, Noah growls again. His jaw is locked hard, and his eyes arenotin fact closed. They’re lust-filled, and staring at me.

I hold the eye contact as I begin to stroke his full length and run my thumb against his head that’s already slick with pre-cum. I’m notentirelysure where to go from here, but Noah appears to greatly enjoy keeping his face and lips inches from mine, holding eye contact, as I jerk him off. So I settle in against the wall and keep stroking him, lightly increasing speed and firmness.

Noah captures my lips with his and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan against him and lift his hand back to my breast. He kneads both under my shirt and bra until I feel his cock pulse in my hand.

He stops kissing me but holds his face close as his lips part, his body goes rigid, and he cums in my hand with a sound of pleasure I will surely never forget. He moves his hands to either side of my head on the door and gently thrusts into my hand as his orgasms finishes.

“Fuck, angel,” he whispers to me. “God, that was amazing.”

That was everything. And that he enjoyed it too—my confidence soars. “You’re amazing, Noah.”

Noah shakes his head and kisses the top of mine. “If that’s what your hands can do, I can only imagine…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but it’s clear what he means. Noah kisses me again before saying. “We should clean up and get back to the band.”

“Yes, the pack—band.” Oh, fuck me. I almost said pack. I mean, Ididsay it quickly. Did he notice? “They’re probably wondering where we are.”

Amusement flits across Noah’s gaze for a moment. “Yes, theband. Pretty sure they’ll be able to tell when we return.” He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket and lets me wipe my hands on it. “Might as well start calling you Candy.”

My brow furrows. “Hmm?”

“Your scent,” Noah says. “You smell like honey and strawberry candy, and right now, that scent is everywhere here.”

A vibrant and warm flush works its way up my cheeks. “Oh, wonderful.”

Noah pulls me in close. “Don’t worry, Mia. You’re safe with us, with this—band or pack or whatever… We got you.”

We got you.

They certainly handled my first heat with them well. And tomorrow, we’ll handle our first gig well, too.

As we weave our way through the party back to Aiden and Leo, I actually start to feel like maybe thisispossible. Mixing band and pack. Not that wearea pack yet, or the guys are. But…

It just feels so right. Which is why I’m so hyper-aware of everything that can go wrong.

ChapterTen

MIA

I pacethe small ready room given to artists at Sound House before going on stage. A local artist finished opening for us about twenty minutes ago, and while the others went to watch from backstage, I stayed here. They haven’t returned yet. Thankfully.

It’s been days since my last drink, but I’m staring down the provided mini bar with a racing pulse and a desperate need to calm my nerves.

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