Page 55 of Players and Pages
“Do I even want to know?”
The guys’ pampering had me relaxed and feeling like a damn queen. After our outfits were chosen, they took me over to a spa that gave me a massage, including a scalp massage. The girls there washed and styled my hair, then did my makeup.
I looked as good as I felt and that was enough to chase off any unease from the earlier fans.
Dinner was delicious, and much fancier than I was used to. Griff didn’t mind ordering for me and did a damn good job. They even gave me a bite off their plates. Though, feeding me had them all looking ready to lay me on the table next.
I just wanted to be home with my pack, but they were too excited to take me to The Oasis.
What I expected to be some kind of night club, was anything but. We fit right in with our fancier clothes. Everyone was dressed to perfection. There was music, but it was more sensual than a pulsing beat.
The mood was sexy and relaxed, and Ilovedit.
Cy paid the cover and led us further into the building. I tried not to gape at the giant chandelier and dark walls. The red velvetand crimson accents gave it a speakeasy feel over just a simple bar.
Between that and the vintage decor I was in love.
“What kind of drink do you prefer, gorgeous?” Griff asked as he pulled me closer, his nose burying in my neck, not bothering to hide the fact he was breathing me in.
“Anything fruity,” I said, my voice coming out in a breathless rush. “Not too strong. I want my head about me when we leave.”
“Oh?” Cy teased. “For what?”
Jackson leaned in. “She wants her wits about her so when we break her in the best ways tonight, she remembers every damn detail.”
“Plus, we all know you’re too much of a gentlemen to fuck me drunk. Therefore, I won’t be,” I said with a laugh. “I fully intend for our night to be long and fulfilling.”
They shrugged, not the least bit offended by my assessment.
“We need to build a little tension, first,” I said as Cy handed over my drink. I took a sip, humming happily at the fruity burst of flavor. Then I downed it in one go, giving them a wink as I handed the glass to the bartender and sauntered out to the dance floor, my hips swaying a little extra just for them.
“You better hurry. She’ll be snapped up in a second,” the bartender called out. The guys growled, tossing back their own drinks instead of savoring them and rushing after me.
Knowing they would come, I closed my eyes, letting the beat lead the way. My hips moved, hands sliding down my body as I swayed.
After today, I had no insecurities lingering. My men had effectively chased off every single one. They wanted me so much I could feel it. Their eyes had never swayed and even I could see the mask they wore for fans paled in comparison to the attention and smiles they gave to me.
Griff was the first to reach me. His apple, cedar, and spice scent wrapping around me just like his arms, creating a bubble that was just ours.
Then Jackson moved in front of me, eyes sliding down my body as his hand found my hip, resting there as he leaned in, running his cheek over mine to scent-mark me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasped out as his body started to move with mine, pressing himself against my front so Griff’s scent was now expertly woven with Jackson’s, the mountain air, sandalwood, and cypress a perfect blend with the fresh and masculine scent of my other alpha.
Then Cy joined, pressing into my side, his nose resting on my temple as he leaned in. They all moved as one, making room for each other and not bothering to worry about anything but me and the way I moved.
Now the scent cloud lingering around us included ours. My peach and honey and Cy’s rain, bergamot, and sage adding a fresh, sweet, and earthy scent that made my head spin.
I never realized just how perfectly our scents complemented each other until now. It went beyond that. We weren’t just compatible in scent and attraction. Their personalities were a mix of sweet, outgoing, possessive, gruff, and kind. My own independence and sass rounded it out.
They gave me the chance to be softer, to not always have to hold myself up. To depend on someone.
The realization that I was already falling in love with them hit me square in the chest. My breath caught and tears burned in my eyes. Jackson gave me a soft smile, like he knew exactly what was going through my head. His lips ghosted over my forehead as they each squeezed me.
Now, all I could think about was getting home. Or at least, back to their apartment that was much closer than Willow Lake.
“I need you,” I husked out, my need pulsing and overwhelming me. Fire licked at my skin, my pussy aching for my alphas. Slick flooded my panties.
This couldn’t be normal.
