Page 56 of Players and Pages
“Fuck, peach. You smell even sweeter. I think you’re in a heat spike,” he husked. “We have to go. Now.”
Griff was already leading me off the floor. His low, warning growls had the crowd parting easily so we could slide through.
We should have known it couldn’t be that easy. Someone was always trying to interrupt our peace.
Lights flashed in our eyes as we stepped through the front doors. They were waiting just beyond the bouncers who were shouting nearly as loud as the guys.
The bright lights and crush of people had anxiety mixing with my heat spike. I froze, a soft whimper escaping, before burying my face in Griff’s back as he tried and failed to push through.
“Let us through or I swear I’ll make you. You don’t corner my fucking omega!” Jackson yelled out, voice firm and full of promise. It was something I would expect from Griff, not him.
Apparently, that worked, at least for now. I peeked my head out to see where we were going. Of course, the moment I was looking ahead, the photographers were at it again. Fresh flashes had me cringing back, cursing while I blinked away the white spots dancing in my eyes now.
“Holy hell, does it have to be so bright?” I groaned.
“Is this your omega?” someone shouted.
“Are you pack? Is she just a placeholder?”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Cy growled. “Even if she wasn’t a scent-match, that wouldn’t make her less. Treat people with respect.”
“So, she is your omega?” someone else called out. “What’s her name?”
“None of your business. I won’t ask you again to move before we use force,” Cy warned.
“Move along!” This new barked voice was louder, booming, and not one of my guys. The bouncers had called in reinforcement and security was pushing themselves between us and the photographers.
“Go!” one shouted at us and the guys were already moving, whisking me toward the car which we could actually see now that the crowd was being tamed.
I liked this club even more now. This was insane. The night had definitely taken a turn.
We were breathless and shaken by the time we climbed into the SUV. Cy was behind the wheel, his grip so tight his knuckles were white. Jackson slid in next to us, taking the seat Griff was pulling me out of as he placed me in his lap, legs draped over Jackson.
“Are you alright?”
“It was just pictures,” I said, trying to make light of it.
“No, it wasn’t. Between the fans, then the press, it was a look at how going out as a pack will look. At least, in the city,” Griff said, not letting me deflect or hide from this.
“Is it always that bad? I was a bit scared there for a second when they got in our face,” I admitted.
Jackson sighed. “No. That was them when they spot fresh meat.”
Griff pressed a kiss to my temple, his hand sliding up and down my back in a soothing pattern. Jackson massaged my calves before pulling off my shoes and including my feet. Just like that I was putty in their arms.
“I don’t think it would have been so bad if not for the spike. It always makes bright lights painful and I felt cornered, which didn’t help,” I said on a groan as Jackson found a sore spot.
“Thanks for being honest,” Griff said. “Good job, omega.”
My omega melted at the praise and he chuckled.
“Now, do you still want us to take you home and make you ours? Or do you need something softer. There’s no wrong answer.”
I scoffed. “If you don’t take me home and fuck me senseless, I might cry.”
Jackson’s laugh was light now. “We don’t want that, do we, guys?”
“Absolutely not,” Cy agreed. “Why don’t you get her nice and worked up while I drive us home.”
