Page 15 of OutFoxed

The club had a line out the door and around the building. Clark got out of the vehicle and helped Merry down. He tucked her hand around his forearm, and Kasim walked around with Ula on his arm. They all headed toward the door with the incredibly long line. The bouncer at the door saw them coming and opened the velvet rope. The guys got a nod, and the ladies got a stare.

The muted roar of the club made Merry flinch, and her hand clenched on Clark’s arm. She would get used to it in a few minutes, but it was jarring to her senses. He patted her hand, and they followed Kasim and Ula through the club and to the upper floor where a discreet door was guarded by two thugs. They waited while one of the guards knocked softly on the door.

They stood quietly, and then a group of men in very precisely tailored suits exited the office. Merry hid behind Clark as the group of enormous alphas walked past. She breathed a little easier when they entered the office.

Clark asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” She calculated that the men who had passed them were leaving the club, and she smiled at Ula. “I am going to be in the club. Need to dance off that cheesecake.”

Ula looked at her with panic in her eyes. She lunged and gripped Merry’s hand. “Stay.”

“I don’t need to. Until Clark and Kasim finish their work, there is no chance of spontaneous sex. You will be spending the rest of your life with them. Meet them.”

Walter looked at her. “Who are you?”

“Merry. Best friend and immoral advisor. I am going to get out of your hair. Nice haircut by the way. I was beginning to worry Ula would be awash in men with ponytails.”

He looked her up and down. “You are an omega as well.”

“Yup. Don’t worry. Not your brand. Where is the safest place to hang out around here?”

He nodded and pressed a buzzer. “Jeff, can you take this young lady and get her settled in the VIP area? She can have whatever she likes. It’s on me.”

Jeff nodded and waved his arm to escort her out of the room. With that one decisive move, Ula was left alone with her mates.

* * * *

Ula looked at the red-headed man who was looking right back at her. “Hello.”

She took a few steps toward him and extended her hand. “I am Ula.”

“Ula. Hm. I am Walter Bearings.” He took her hand and ran his thumb over the soft skin that screamed omega, even to her own touch.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Your companions say you have an injury.”

“I do. They are working on it.”

“So, no playing then.”

She smiled brightly. “Absolutely not.”

“How long until you are healed?”

Kasim answered, “Less than two weeks. All tissue, nerves, fat, and skin were damaged.”

Walter nodded. “May I see?”

Ula paused and looked around. There was nowhere to sit.

Walter smiled and escorted her around, sitting in his chair and easing her onto his desk. He lifted her feet and settled her shoes on either side of him, and then... he flipped her dress out of the way.

He hissed and reached out, trailing his fingers carefully over her papery skin. “Damn, little one, you were tortured.”

“I prefer assaulted.” She grimaced while he opened her carefully and whimpered when the touch burned. He withdrew his hand and sighed. “So, little bunny, two weeks and then we form a den?”

“Yes. Can there be a guesthouse?” She asked it directly.

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