Page 92 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"So you want it, sweetheart?" I ask her.

"Oh," she says, burying her face in her hands. She can't bring herself to say yes.

"You better talk to your boss," I tell both the assistants, "because we're not leaving without it."

I grin at her.

Job done.

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Connor

Nateand the crap he manages to pull off never ceases to amaze me. Tonight though, I think he blows all previous miracles out of the water.

The omega steps into the ballroom on Axel's arm and my mind short circuits. She looks incredible, damn beautiful. And, fuck me, that dress! How the hell did Nate convince her to wear something like that?

The silky material clings to every inch of her body, highlighting every curve, every sweep, every rounded edge. How Axel has the self control not to glide his hands all over her, I have no fucking idea.

Axel guides her towards us and I hear Nate curse in my ear.

"That dress," I growl.

"I know," he says. "Criminal, right?"

I groan. I might end up doing something criminal tonight, that's for sure.

"Hi there," she says, as she reaches us and I bend down to kiss her cheek, resting my hand like a goddamn pervert on her waist and sucking in her sweet, caramel scent. I wasn't hungry before, but now my stomach growls for something sweet on the end of my tongue.

"You look amazing," I tell her.

"Hopefully I look the part," she says.

"You certainly make Axel look a damn sight prettier."

She giggles. "I think he looks very handsome, actually," she says, brushing her fingers down Axel's front and making my stomach pang with jealousy. "You all do."

Her hot gaze sweeps over our forms and I swear there's a hunger of her own in those amber eyes. Why the hell does she keep fighting this?

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Nate asks, whispering into her ear.

His warm breath tickles her skin and she shivers in that delicious way she does. Hell, I'd happily spend all evening making her shiver like that.

I like the way her body responds to ours without even trying. It's so damn obvious this girl should be ours.

I suppress a little moan of satisfaction.

Then remind myself once again that this is business, not pleasure.

She's not dating. And we didn't ask her here on a date.

We're here so the pack can secure the ‘French deal’ and nobody loses their job – that's what she thinks anyway. But we're all hoping that by the end of the evening we'll have seduced her out of this dress and she'll be rolling in our bed.

"I'm fine," she says, her eyes falling to Axel's fingers curled around her waist. The sight takes my mind straight to the bedroom, wondering if that is how he would hold her while we …

"Where are the Martins?" she asks, snatching her lust-soaked gaze from her waist and scanning all the wealthy-looking men and women at the party tonight, every single one elegantly dressed.

Nate blinks. "The Martins?"

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