But the true shock is just how much James touches me. I notice he hasn’t had a single drink, so I know this is him. He grips my hips and puts a leg between my thighs. His eyes are dark as he takes me in as we dance. Our lips are so close I swear he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. At one point there’s a slight brush of his lips against my temple, but other than that, it’s just the dancing. It feels far more intimate than it should, but I soak up every second that I have this attention. Ezra fists my hair and kisses my neck, and James watches.
I expect jealousy, but all I see is hunger in his eyes as he watches with devoted attention. I’m so fucking wet, and I didn’t think I would be ready to do something else tonight, but damn do I want someone to touch me.
“You need the edge off, love?” Ezra says behind me. I make eye contact with James, and he nods his head and licks his lips. I rest my head against Ezra’s shoulder and nod and take a deep breath as his hands head south. They start at my waist as he continues dancing behind me and pushing me closer to James.
James grabs my hips again, moving me closer to him, and Ezra squeezes my thigh. His left hand slides under my dress, facing away from the crowd. I notice that James shifts himself and Ian, so no one can see what we’re doing.
Ezra’s fingertips play with the edge of my panties, a tease and a promise to what he’s about to do to me. I watch James as he looks down and watches in appreciation to what his Alpha is about to do to me. Then he leans in, his breath fanning against my cheek. “He’s going to make you feel so good. I want to watch you come.”
Oh, holy hell.
I’m not sure when I became this kind of girl, but I can’t deny that I love it.
Ian finally catches on to what we’re doing, and he seems more intrigued than anything as he squeezes James closer to his chest. His hand wraps around James’ throat but keeps his attention on me, not that James needs any other motivation.
Ezra’s scent is thick around me, even in this crowded club. I’m extremely thankful that we have our private area. The idea of others scenting him pisses me off.
In a bold move, my hand covers his, and he groans, finally giving me what I want. His fingers slide over my clit, rubbing gentle circles over the bud. I’m still sensitive from earlier with Ian, and I’m thankful he doesn’t put his fingers inside of me, but it’s clear he doesn’t have to.
Ezra places wet kisses down the column of my throat as he plays with my pussy. Ian and James shield us from the crowd and watch like it’s the best thing they’ve ever seen.
“Come on my fingers, love. I fucking need it,” Ezra says low against the shell of my ear. He redoubles his efforts, strumming my clit like his life depends on it and sucking on the side of my neck so hard I know he’s going to leave a mark.
I want to close my eyes, but I don’t. I hold eye contact with James the whole time. No jealousy between us, just a hunger that’s becoming so intense I don’t know how we can fight this any longer.
When Ezra’s teeth drag along my neck and he circles my clit again, I lose it. My orgasm is rocking through me. I bite my lip to stop any moans from escaping. Ezra supports most of my weight as I ride out the euphoria. I feel like a limp noodle when I come down from my high. He continues to hold me with one hand. But when he brings up my slick covered fingers to James’ mouth, who happily sucks them in between his perfect lips, I nearly perish on the spot.
“Let’s go home,” I say with a pant, not sure how I’m still standing or have any brain cells left.
James licks his lips and nods. I want to lean forward and take his lips in mine. But I need him to come to me, I need to know that he’s okay with this.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ian says behind James, and we all nod. Our two Alphas bracket us as we leave the club.
If life can be like this, dirty, fun, and never boring, I’d be an idiot to run away from this. I’m all in, and I’m ready for all of these men to know it.
Chapter 18
Ian
I’mnotsurewhywe’re all asleep on the couches instead of our beds. But when I wake up and look over at Luna’s head on James’ lap, I can’t help but smile. Last night went well; it was fucking everything. Luna and I went to the next level, and the time spent together out, as a pack, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I feel like last night solidified this for everyone. I was being genuine to Luna when I said I would have stayed at the hotel if that’s what she wanted. But it was hard when I felt James’ uncertainty and fear down the bond.
I wish he would just talk to us more and explain what he’s feeling. I’ve seen a change in him since Luna came to live with us, and I can’t help but feel like she’s everything and more that this pack needed to feel complete.
For the first time in a long time, I feel truly complete and whole. Not that I wasn’t always happy with James. I love him with my whole heart, but it always felt like there were things we couldn’t give each other, like our love languages weren’t in sync. But somehow this tiny Omega comes into our lives, and it feels like we’re learning how to communicate properly.
“Pancakes,” Ezra groans from the floor. “We need fucking pancakes.”
Luna’s head pops up from James’ lap. She gives him a soft smile, and he returns it. “I can make pancakes,” she says. She’s still wearing the dress from the club, and the one strap is loose on her shoulder.
I can’t help but think that we’re all going to be frantically fucking each other for the foreseeable future. I can’t get enough of Luna and James, and I never want to.
“Too fucking early,” James mutters, scrubbing his hair off his face.
“You go back to sleep,” Luna says and kisses his cheek like it’s second nature. I watch his cheeks heat, and he gives her a smile. He nods his head and stands up and heads upstairs. I watch as he shakes his head, trying to compute last night and this morning.
“I’m gonna shower, and I’ll make breakfast,” Luna says.
