“Room for one more?” he asks. His blue eyes are dark as Logan kisses me on the cheek, his lips lingering before he pulls back. He and Gray link their fingers as they pass each other, a heated look passing between them.
Gray waits patiently, his hand out, as I catch my breath. We watch each other, careless of the hundreds of eyes on us.
“I love you,” he says, keeping his voice low. “I love you, Sienna Michaels. And I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
My fingers grip his, letting him pull me closer as I look up into his face. “Tell me again.”
“I love you.” We sweep smoothly into movement, Gray’s hand holding mine as his other presses into the small of my back. He keeps it slow enough that I can rest my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat pound, steady and sure.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head as we sway. “I’m not a fantastic dancer,” he admits. “So this is probably the best I can do.”
I smile into his shirt. “This is all I need.”
When the music stops, there’s a moment of silence before applause breaks out across the room. Blushing, I grip Gray’s hand as we head back to our table, nodding to the people offering us well-wishes, the gossip of earlier this evening silenced for the time being at least, thanks to Tristan’s declaration.
They’re waiting for us, and my mouth waters as I take them in, all of them focused on me. Slightly disheveled, their shirts loosened at the top, their bow ties hanging down.
They all look freaking delicious.
I know what I want.
And I don’t want to wait anymore.
I grin. “Take me home, Soul Bonds. I’m feeling…tired.”
It’s almost comical how quickly they all snap to attention, their eyes darkening. Jax swallows. “Are… are you sure, shortcake?”
“Oh, yes.” I nod. “I’m definitely in need of an early night.”
I wiggle my eyebrows.
They burst into a flurry of activity, and I bite down on my smile as we hustle out of the ballroom. I catch my mother’s eye, and she waves, a smile pulling at her mouth as she points to something on the other side of the room to my dad.
We bump into Jess and Emmett at the door, both of them disheveled but looking much more satisfied than the last time we saw them.
“We’re heading back,” I say to Jess. “Do you want to come with us?”
She shakes her head. “Emmett needs to go and speak to the Council.”
“Um.” I eye the way he’s casually trying to flatten his hair. “He has a hickey on his neck,” I whisper, leaning in.
“That’s because he’s mine,” Jess says proudly. “They can deal. See you tomorrow, Si. Glad the plan worked.”
With a wink, she’s off, towing Emmett behind her.
I pause at the entrance. “Wait. I need… can you give me a minute?”
Tristan tilts his head. “Take all the time you need, Bonded. We’ll be waiting.”
With only a little blush, I scurry off, heading to the ladies restroom on the main floor. It’s empty, and I grip the edges of the porcelain sink, staring at my flushed reflection in the mirror.
This is fine. I’m anomega.
Sex is practically our specialty.
Except now I’m wondering if offering myself up to all four of my alphas at the same time like some sort of tasty Sienna-flavored buffet might be alittlemore than I can handle for my first time.
I bite my lip. But I really, really want them all with me.
