Page 83 of Bound By Pain
When she pulls away, eyes bright with want, I wink and spin her to face Shiloh. He grips her chin with one hand, tilting her head up so he can savage her lips the same way I did. Pressing akiss to her temple, he steps back. “Have fun, and be careful, my heart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Lex offers Bea his hand, overcome with a shyness that has me choking back a laugh. The man can make a weaker Alpha cry with a single look, yet he’s brought to his knees by one feisty Omega. If I didn’t feel the same, I might tease him for it.
Outside my car, Bea pauses, leaning over to press her lips to Lex’s. It ends too soon, and I clap him on the back when she slides into the passenger seat.
We have all night to enjoy our mate. Our first priority is food. No one wants to deal with a hangry Bea.
“So, what’s the surprise?”
I turn the music up louder, laughing when she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. My mate enjoys pretending she doesn’t like surprises. The way her eyes light up tells a different story.
Dinner goes smoothly. Though there was never any doubt it would. Our Omega loves food. A trait we all appreciate as we suffer through her ravenous appetite for sweets and our cum. A task we enjoy nearly as much as she does.
“So what now?” Bea asks as we walk down the sidewalk. The restaurant is only two blocks from Fairytale, with my car parked in a lot in between.
I pretend not to hear her, humming and swinging our joined hands between us. My brat comes out to play when she slips her fingers from mine and dances to Lex’s side, sliding against him and giving me a sultry look as she takes his lips.
“If you’re trying to rile me up, kitten, it’s working.”
“I love your attention, little brat,” Lex growls against her cheek, “but if you don’t behave, we’ll never get to our destination.”
“And that’s a bad thing because?” Sass coats her voice, and she pops her hip to the side, enjoying teasing us.
“We’re trying to court you.”
Color flushes up her cheeks, and not from the late November air. “Oh.” If I couldn’t feel her delight, I’d worry about the lack of reaction. Lex, however, furrows his brows, but doesn’t question her.
Fairytale looms ahead of us. A line already wraps down the sidewalk and around the corner of the building, but we bypass it, immediately being let in by security.
I’ve never been to this club. Often too overwhelmed by the press of bodies and the loud noises. Watching Bea light up as we walk inside, I know I’ll suffer through all of this shit so long as that smile stays on her face.
On their social media pages, the interior of the club is mostly greenery with white flowers and soft cottagecore vibes. Tonight is their annual Moonlight Festival, and this place is almost unrecognizable. Stars and swirling galaxies hang from the catwalks overhead, sparkling in the roaming pink, blue, and green lights.
Club workers dressed in holographic and gauzy silver club gear dance above us. Some in luminescent cages, others on the catwalks themselves.
The vibe is sultry and magical. A pulse of something in the air that draws out my baser instincts. Like we’re a pack of wolves reveling beneath the moonlight.
Bea doesn’t hesitate to pull us toward the bar, ordering whatever specialty drink they created for the evening. It’s a swirling silver thing, served in tall champagne flutes with a glowing straw twisted into the shape of a moon.
“Fates, this is amazing,” she exclaims, quickly downing the entire glass. I slide mine across the bar top to her, but she shakes her head. “I’ll get another later. Let’s dance!”
Downing the surprisingly delicious drink, I follow her into the crowd. My bulk is an advantage, allowing me to pushthrough the throngs of people to get her to the center of the dance floor.
Our bodies twist and grind to the beat. Me on one side and Lex on the other, caging her between us. Both protecting her from wandering hands and letting her rub her magnetizing body against us.
She’s lost in the beat. Eyes closed and arms wrapped around Lex’s neck. Her fingers thread through his hair as they dance. I run my palm down her chest, between her breasts, lighting her up with each sensual touch.
When her eyes open again, her pupils are blown wide with need. I curse, ducking to press my lips to her temple. She’s spiking a fever. Urgency has me throwing her over my shoulder and shoving my way toward the door.
No way in hell am I letting my Omega go through a heat spike in the middle of this club. Her scent may be faint enough that we can barely smell it without pressing our noses to her skin, but her need would instinctively draw any unmarked Alpha to her side. An Alpha frenzy is the last thing the other patrons need.
Cold air greets us when we make it outside. Bea relaxes against my shoulder, settled by the chill against her heated skin. I try not to jostle her too much as I jog the block to my car, but the drive to get her back to the penthouse stops me from setting her down.
Lex opens the back door, letting me slip our Omega inside. He joins her, sliding her over and buckling her in. She pouts, clinging to him, but he silences her with a fierce kiss.
Jumping behind the wheel, I get us out of the city as fast as the early night traffic will allow. My eyes are drawn to the back seat every couple of seconds, drawn by the sounds of Bea whining. The moment Lex lifts her skirt over her hips and slips his fingers inside of her, I damn near rear-end the person in front of me.
I’m so fucking jealous and turned on, it’s unbearable.
