I’m sitting in the back of Pack Wells’ matte black Audi, with Archer driving us to their house. Every time his golden eye meets mine in the rearview mirror, my pulse flutters, and I press my thighs together when I think back to the lingering kiss he pressed against my neck.
He didn’t dance, but when it was just us, he would dance with me. And only me. That’s what he whispered into my ear right before he kissed my neck. The way he keeps looking at me is so hot and hungry that the things we do in private will not be the sort of ballroom dancing we would do in public. I just know it.
Minutes before we got into the car, Callum slipped his suit jacket over my shoulder and led me from my parents' house. I held his hand and ignored my mom’s loud throat clearing when she saw it. Hand-holding isn’t appropriate behavior for a Harrington. I didn’t care.
“What happened to you?” Torin asks me, sitting on my left, while Callum is on my right.
“When?” I ask him.
Sandwiched between two alphas like this, both angled in their seats to face me as if they can’t take their eyes off me, has made relaxing in this backseat impossible. And that was before Archer started eyeing me like dessert from the driver’s seat. I keep thinking of what they’ll do to me when we get back to their house, and I can’t wait for it.
“After you left the library,” he explains, squeezing my hand.
My cheeks burn as I recall Ms. Arkwright ordering me into the shower and then to bed. “Uh, it’s kind of embarrassing to admit.”
Interest sparks in hisandCallum’s gaze.
I blush harder, biting my lip as I avoid both their gazes.
With a groan, Torin captures my mouth in a toe-curling kiss. But just as quickly as he claims me, he pulls away and leans back. “Shit,” he softly curses, “I told myself I’d slow down after I manhandled you in the library.”
“It’s okay,” I say, licking my lips, hungry for another of those kisses.
“It’s not okay.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “I want to take my time with you, show you how good it could be, and slow can be so very good.”
As if my panties weren’t already damp enough.
“Someone figured out what you and Torin were doing in the library, didn’t they?” Archer asks from the driver’s seat.
My cheeks burn as I briefly meet his gaze in the rearview mirror before he’s forced to refocus on the road. “Yeah.” I clear my throat, still blushing hard. “I think Ms. Arkwright was too embarrassed to ask me if I’d had sex with a man I barely knew in the library. She just marched me back to the dorms, told me to get in the shower and go to bed.”
Even if Ms. Arkwright somehow missed the smell of sex, she couldn’t have missed the fact that I left that library covered in alpha pheromones. Torin’s scentclungto me.
Callum releases a frustrated sigh. “Ah, that explains it then.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Explains what?”
“We looked for you in the ballroom and just outside, but couldn’t wander too far without someone noticing. No one had seen you. Then Torin made the fatal mistake of telling one of the teachers who we were. Someone overheard.” Callum’s voice is dry when he adds, “We couldn’t take a step without tripping over a teacher nudging an omega at one of us. You can imagine how many dances we spent trying to dodge when whispers spread that Pack Wells was looking for an omega. After that, looking for you was impossible. No one would leave us alone.”
I laugh. “That doesn’t sound fun.”
Torin makes a face. “We knew the mate bonding wouldn’t happen until tonight and decided to crash it, knowing you would be there.”
I feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I can’t believe you rammed the front gate.” I have no idea how much it would cost to replace those gates, but if anyone can afford it, Pack Wells with their millions absolutely can.
I passed through them when we left Haven Academy. They were hanging open and clearly broken. A security guard was standing nearby, speaking into a walkie-talkie as my parents drove River and me to their house, while Pack Wells followed behind in their car.
I’d wanted to drive with my alphas, but after I could barely keep my hands off them at the mate bonding, I didn’t think being alone in their car on the way to my parents' house was a good idea. They agreed.
Callum lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles. “You’re ours. We’d ram every single gate to get you back.”
I smile. No matter how many times I tell myself this is really happening, none of it feels real.
“While you were dancing, I took your things from your parents' house and switched cars,” Archer says, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. “That’s why we’re not in a car seconds away from breaking down on the side of the road. We wanted everything to be ready for you.”
My parent’s servants had packed all the clothes and things I wanted to take with me already, knowing I’d be moving out. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Didn’t have to,” Archer agrees. “But we wanted to.”
