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The young Alpha turns back to me, unimpressed. “I’m going to take the fastest shower on record, change, and head to that lounge.” He frowns at me then. “What are you going to do?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
The lounge is dark and sensual, the walls lined with blood-red, the tables and chairs along them all black, with fake candles set atop them. At the back is a raised stage where a DJ plays some of my favorite hip-hop music, the bass bumping so hard I feel it in every extremity, especially here on the dance floor.
I’ve found a little group of Omegas who gladly let me join them on the floor where we sip our drinks and move to the music that’s far too loud to talk over this close to the speakers.
The colored lights overhead move and strobe to the beat, and I am feeling so good.
The scents of everyone in this place are a little overwhelming, but I’m learning fast that no one here smells as good as Will, Asher, and Matthew do to me.
That has to mean something, right?
I don’t know if my plan is going to work, but even if it doesn’t, I’m determined to have a good night.
I had thrown on a black spaghetti-strap tank and dark green plaid mini-skirt, freshened up my makeup, tossed on a coat, and left the B&B in a whirl, having booked a car as I went up to my room.
The car was in the driveway waiting for me when I went out the door.
The whole drive, I’d been lost in thought, wondering if I was making the right decision.
What if they didn’t take the proverbial bait? What if they thought I wasn’t interested in them and left to prowl for some stranger to get my rocks off?
But, when my body goes warm, my breath catches, I know that it did work.
They’re here.
Vanilla bean carries on the air, followed by warm amber notes, and finally, patchouli.
I’m suddenly concerned that Matthew is here, even if the lounge isn’t overly crowded tonight. But he made the decision to join them, so I’m hoping that means he’s prepared.
As their scents grow stronger, I bite my bottom lip and keep my back to the entrance. I may be swaying my hips a little more than I had been, but fuck if I care.
They’re here. My Alphas.
That’s what they are, right? They have to be. They came for me.
When walls of heat form at my back, I know it’s them, just as I know it’s Asher who wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his tall frame before dipping his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deep and powerful enough that it’s a borderline snarl.
“Naughty Omega,” he breathes into my ear, pulling my ass against the hard bulge in his pants, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through my whole body.
Then Will is there in front of me, the look on his face makes me wonder how I ever thought of him as an innocent young guy.ThisWill is all man as he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam over my form. The move makes me moan, my thighs clenching against the heat forming between them.
“Come,” Will says, gesturing with his head to a dark corner beyond the other side of the dance floor.
My drink is taken from my hand as I’m led into the darkness, Asher’s arm never leaving my body. Not one grain of my being is frightened, all my trust invested in these three Alphas.
In the dark alcove, Will opens a door and a light flicks on beyond it before I’m pushed into the room, the door closing securely behind us before I’m spun around to face all three of them.
We stand in a small utility closet, Matthew against the door we’d passed through, Asher and Will standing in front of him, side by side, only inches from my shivering body.
Asher looks down at me like he’s an animal ready to strike, and Will’s expression is that of someone starved. When I look at Matthew, there’s strain on his face, and I’m not sure if there’s something wrong or if it’s the overwhelming scents mingling in the air of this tight room.
Because that is what’s happening. All four of our scents are rising, and it’s mixing with my arousal, breath hitching in my lungs, wetness forming between my legs.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Will steps right into my space, his hand clasping my upper back and pulling me against him where I feel his stiff cock against my stomach, and groan.
His other hand comes up to fist my hair at the roots before yanking my head back to look up at him. “Words.”
