“You look ravishing, love.”
I look up at him. He’s wearing contacts, but I can see his bright eyes so clearly as I smile. “Thank you.”
“Save me a kiss before this dress comes off?”
I swallow and nod.
Fuck, I need to talk to Ian.
Ezra tucks a loose curl behind my ear and leans forward. His scent is thick and heavy. Even if he didn’t tell me how beautiful I was, his scent would tell me everything I needed to know. This Alpha wants me, and I want him too.
“Make sure you put on some scent blockers tonight, wouldn’t want any of those bloody assholes to smell what’s mine.”
A shiver trickles up my spine, hearing the carefree and happy-go-lucky Alpha be so possessive over me.
“Yes, Alpha.” The words slip from my lips before I can even think.
“Fuck me,” he grumbles, his hand on my hip tight. “Let’s get you downstairs before I mess up your makeup like I want to.”
I lick my lips, ready to mess up hours of Sharon’s work just for that. I grab panties out of the top drawer, and he watches as I shimmy them up my thighs. If I somehow make it to this event without some sexual act happening, it will be a miracle. He loops his elbow with mine as we walk down the hall and down the stairs. I see James first, dressed in shorts and a tight T-shirt that should be a felony. He smiles at me, and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen him smile so widely at me. I feel like a goddess in gold having this Alpha on my arm and the most delectable Omega staring at me.
It’s the clearing of Ian’s throat that makes me look up.
Holy motherfucking Cuban James Bond.
He adjusts his cufflinks and tugs on the lapel of his tuxedo like he’s uncomfortable. His dark hair is pushed back, and I want to trail my hands through and mess it up the way I like. He smirks and holds out his hand.
“Ready to go, beautiful?”
I swallow and nod, looking over at James one more time. “James, are you sure you don’t want to go?”
“I’d rather stick a metal rod in my urethra than go to that event.”
All of us grimace, and he shrugs his shoulders.
“That was cute. I’ll keep him busy, love, go have fun,” Ezra says. I give him a small smile and place my smaller hand in Ian’s. He smiles down at me, and it’s like a current of electricity flows through me. Is this how everyone feels about their Alpha? Or is this truly something special between us?
I expect him to take me to the garage, not out the front door where a car is waiting for us. We both slide into the backseat, and his hand is already tracing the hem of my skirt and kneading my thigh.
I clear my throat, orange peels and cedar nearly choking me as I look down at how large his hand is against my thigh. In general, Ian is just a large person, and I like how small I feel next to him.
“So what is this event for?”
He pulls out his phone and scrolls. “The environment.”
“Oh, is it just dinner?”
He squeezes my thigh. “I sure as fuck hope so.”
I feel out of my depths with him this close. The sun is still out. It’s fucking daylight, and we’re about to be in public. I’m about to be in a room full of people with my stepbrother… and we’re what, exactly?
“Ian?”
“Hmm?”
“Am I going to this event as your stepsister or as your…”
“As my Omega?” he says plainly like I’m stupid.
