“What?”
“We can go out with them.”
“But this is your night, after what we just did.”
I shake my head and smile at him. “I’m far from tired. What are they planning on doing?”
“The club.”
I swallow thickly. “Lavender Moon?”
Ian laughs and shakes his head. “No, my other club, Blaze.”
“It’s a scent club?”
He shakes his head again. “Just dancing.”
I know I look confused with the idea that James wants to go out to a club. So I vocalize it. “James doesn’t seem like the club type.”
“He’s usually not. That’s why this is strange.”
“Do you think it’s because we’re out?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Can Ezra bring us clothes, so we can go together?”
“You’re sure?”
I walk up to him, so I’m standing between his legs, well, as much as I can with the towel. His hands immediately go to my hips, and I’m nearly taken back by how the simple gesture comes so naturally to us.
“We’re working toward being a pack, right?”
He nods, and I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Then let’s go be with our pack.”
He pulls back and grins, bringing my lips down to his. This night has been everything and more, and it appears that it’s only going to get better.
I feel a little guilty about how long it took me to get ready, I am however extremely impressed that Ezra brought my makeup bag and a very cute dress for me to wear to the club. Once I’m sure I don’t look like my stepbrother fucked me into oblivion and that I’m not walking like a newborn fawn, I finally meet the guys in the suite. Each of them look absolutely perfect and ready to go. James looks as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him, and I can’t help but hope he’ll want to dance with me tonight.
I want to dance with all of them, but I feel like if I can grind on James, it will be a unique opportunity.
“Beautiful as ever. Let’s fuck off, then,” Ezra says with a smile, looping his arm around my shoulders and squeezing me tight. I watch as Ian kisses James’ hair, and James smirks at the affection.
Getting that sexy Omega out of his shell is going to be such a fun project.
Ezra and I sit in the backseat, and to say he’s handsy is an understatement.
“Have you been drinking, Ezra?”
“Mmm…and what have you been doing, sweet little Luna?” he asks, his nose against my neck and scenting me like he can’t get enough of me. “You might have showered, but I can smell him all over you, love.”
I try to speak to him quietly, so James and Ian don’t hear. James is driving, and Ian is in the passenger seat, lightly rubbing the back of James’ neck.
“Does that bother you?”
He laughs against my neck and shakes his head. “I’m very used to sharing with that prick,” he says, and I can’t help the bout of laughter that slips out of me.
“What are you two doing back there?” Ian says. He sounds light, not irritated. I wonder if he felt something down his bond earlier, and that’s why he was so torn between staying in with me and coming out tonight.
“Just telling Luna what a prick you are,” Ezra says, and Ian shakes his head.
