We have all come so far in our communication and feelings for each other. I would never doubt James and Ezra’s passion for me now. I’m so deeply in love with all three of them. Maybe it’s biology, how long I’ve been pining for them. I don’t care how fast it’s moving. When you know, you know. And all I know is that I want their bond marks. I need our pack to be official.
I’m still not sure what’s going to happen with our family, or how people on the outside might judge us. But being bonded with them trumps those fears every time. I work hard every day to care less about what people think of us and just be happy for what we have together.
“Of all places to bond, though,” James says as our lips separate.
“It’s kinda what started it all, plus I will be in the cage with you. Don’t you want to see them panting over us? Being able to smell but not touch? It’s going to drive them crazy.”
“If you say so,” he replies as I take him backstage. Ezra helped me plan everything. It’s a Tuesday morning, and the club is closed, just for our use.
“Here’s your outfit.” I hand him the short leather shorts and leather harness. He scoffs but gets undressed, putting the clothes on. I let out an obnoxious whistle once he’s completely clothed. “You look fucking hot,” I say.
“What are you wearing?”
“Turn around,” I tell him, and he does. I quickly undress and hike up the black lace panties and put on the black bra that has a similar look to his harness. “Okay,” I whisper.
He turns around and beams a smile at me, his hands going right to my hips. “And how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?”
“That’s why you’re lucky. You are the only one who gets to touch—for now.” He places gentle kisses along my collarbone and then stands again, staring at me affectionately. I longingly admire his bond mark on his neck, excitement bubbling within me.Tonight’s the night.
I take his hand in mine, and we head to the main stage. I had Gina make sure the lights were low and one of my favorite songs, “Whole Lotta Money” by BIA, blasts through the speakers. James and I are both in the cage when I hear Ian’s loud voice.
“What the fuck are we do—” He looks up at me and James on the stage and stops speaking. He thought that we were just coming to maybe watch and then go to the private room, not that James and I would be dancing for him.
“Surprise! Now sit back and watch your Omegas. Tips are appreciated,” I say, winking at him and Ezra, who has a massive grin on his face and a stack of twenties in his hands.
I tangle my fingers into James’ hair, smelling his cinnamon scent. I can’t help it when I moan in his ear. He places his thigh between my legs, and I grind against him to the music.
He grips my hair and angles my head back as he licks up the column of my throat.
“Fuck, you smell so sweet, little moon.” Ian started the pet name, and it seems to have taken off.
James spins me, so my ass is grinding against his length, which is extremely hard at the moment. Our scents are overwhelming, and I can see the desire and want in our Alphas’ eyes. Ezra shamelessly has his cock out and is stroking himself slowly while Ian stares in awe with his legs spread apart.
James’ hand glides between my breasts, collecting sweat as we move together. I hold the nape of his neck while I let his body direct mine. His fingers roam over my panties, not directly rubbing my clit, but enough to make me moan. Just as soon as he touches me, he removes his hand, and I get frustrated. I spin in his arms to see a mischievous smile written over his face.
I grab him by the harness and bring his mouth against mine. He’s so eager to taste me, and our tongues tangle for dominance. His thigh returns to grinding in between my legs as he pushes me against the cage walls. I wince slightly when the cold bars hit my back but then smile as James grabs my ass to grind my pussy harder against his thigh.
A light pinch on my ass makes me squeak, and I look down into Ian’s hungry glare. He just pinched my ass.
“How much for the private room?” he asks.Oh, I like this game.
“Well, there are two of us. I’m not sure you can afford it,” I say, sliding down so I can speak to him clearly.
“I’m willing to pay anything,” he says, eyes sparkling with want.
“A pack vacation,” I reply, smiling.
“That’s a pretty steep price, little moon. I think I’m going to need some promises.”
“What’s that?”
“Your tight little ass,” he replies, giving me one of his panty dropping smiles. Ian has so many lucrative businesses because he is a brilliant negotiator. But truly, it’s me who is winning everything in this scenario.
“You have a deal,” I tell him as I stand up straight and grab James’ hand to open the cage.
“Luna, you know he already booked a vacation, right?” James whispers in my ear.
“Really?” I say excitedly.
