“Be nice,” I say, turning to Ezra. He doesn’t have his glasses on and his bright green eyes look glassy and beautiful.
“If I’m a good little lad, will you give me a treat?” James starts cackling in the front seat.
“What kind of treat?”
“Dance with me first?”
“All right, I can do that.”
“Then I’ll be the nicest Alpha you’ve ever met.”
“You already are,” I say softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
“Maybe we should go back to that expensive as shite hotel room,” Ezra says. I swear his accent is thicker from drinking.
“I thought the Irish were supposed to be able to handle their liquor,” Ian says.
“Aye.”
We’re all laughing, and if this is what our pack could be like, filled with so much fun and lightness, I can’t help but to yearn for it. Ezra continues touching my thigh, my hair, and kissing along my neck until we get to Blaze.
The building is not what I expected. I thought it would be modern and lux like Lavender Moon, but honestly, it looks more like every other club in the area. James parks, and Ezra gets out, holding his hand out for me, which I take easily. He holds my hand as Ian holds on to James’ shoulder. We’re immediately ushered in when the hostess recognizes Ian.
The beat is loud, and the club space is dark with colored lights flashing from the ceiling. Ezra’s hands are all over me as he follows Ian and James to a VIP section. I realize we won’t be bumping elbows with everyone else on the dance floor, and I’m happy for it. The only people I want touching us are each other.
I have to shake myself for a moment. How did I end up here? A few days ago I was dancing in a cage that, unbeknownst to me, was owned by my stepbrother, whom I’m now living with, lost my virginity to, and am currently grinding on his best friend and pack mate.
I won’t lie, I didn’t think Ezra would have moves. Maybe it’s the song or that he’s been drinking, but he can dance. His hips move in the same rhythm of mine, and his hands wander very liberally around my waist, collarbone, and arms. The man can’t seem to figure out what he wants to touch more.
While him touching me feels amazing, I can’t help but be distracted as I watch James and Ian dance together. I’ve wondered about their bond; I’ve only gotten small glimpses. Both of them hold such mystery. But as I watch the way they move together, it’s clear they have their own language.
Ian and James are facing each other, Ian’s white button up showing off just the right amount of chest. James looks at him the same way I do. Like Ian is the fucking end all be all. Maybe I should be jealous as I watch, but all I want is to be in their orbit. For all of us to be together. I truly think this can work.
Ezra leans in, his one hand on my hem and the other around my waist. “Do you want to dance with our pack, love?”
I squeeze his hand before turning in his hold. “Why did you drink tonight?” I ask him, genuinely curious. Ezra doesn’t seem like the type to drink like this.
He clears his throat and gives me a shy smile. “It’s nothing,” he says and shakes his head. I cup his chin, the short ginger hairs feel slightly prickly under my finger tips.
“It’s not nothing.”
“I didn’t mean to drink so much, truly. But sometimes when I feel James down the bond, it’s too much.”
My brows pinch together as I look at him. “James told me to go to the event.”
He grabs my wrists and shakes his head. “No, nothing to do with that. I think he’s just worried that this isn’t going to work. I know James is hard to read. Trust me, I’m thankful everyday that I at least have the bond to get an idea of what he’s thinking.”
“So you could feel what?”
“He felt confused and a little hopeless. So I drank, he found me and wanted to cheer me up and well, said we should do this, and now we’re all here.”
I lean forward and slide my hands behind his neck, bringing his lips to mine. Ezra’s kisses are so soft and safe. I feel comfortable with this Alpha who has been so open and honest with me. I just know I’ll be safe with him.
His hands start on my face but quickly head south, squeezing my ass. He kneads the flesh, and I moan into his mouth before separating our kiss.
“Shall we show him how much of a pack we’re going to be?”
He smirks, leans forward, and kisses me one more time before I find myself sandwiched between James and Ezra. Ian continues dancing behind James. Both Alphas make sure to touch both of us as they dance.
