Her nose wrinkles. “Maybe some kinds, but not Almond Joy or Butterfinger, can you say the worst two chocolate bars? Nobody likes coconut.”
He presses his lips together in a withheld smile and nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, it seems Reese’s is the clear winner in that category.”
“I like all three,” I say, glancing at Miles. Blair gives me a look that screams she couldn’t care less before she rolls her eyes. All while I want to drag those words out of the air and shove them so deep inside of me they can never see the light again. What the fuck? Did I bump my head? I need to get it under control.
“The only time chocolate is good is right before a heat,” Blair replies.
Hailey approaches, her gaze going to the cart. She huffs out a laugh. “Is this a test, Miles? Butterfinger?” She picks one up and tosses a look back at Rafe. “Let me guess, the other two are you and Elliott?”
The color drains from Blair’s face, and I almost laugh. She did that to herself. And the petty bitch that lives inside of me loves it.
Miles shrugs, a smile spreading across his face. Ben pulls himself away from the vision of Rafe and Elliott dancing and comes over. He eyes the cart silently. “Want a candy bar, Ben?” Miles asks.
Ben shakes his head. “I’m allergic to chocolate actually.”
“That’s terrible,” I say. “Are you okay with it out in the open here?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s just eating it. It causes my throat to itch and my body to just have a bad reaction.”
“Well, I guess we know who’s going home next,” Hailey says, her eyes widening slightly as she takes a bite of the butterfinger, her attention fixated on Ben.
“Being allergic to chocolate doesn’t get omegas sent home,” Miles replies.
She laughs. “Okay,” she says slowly. “Can you imagine Rafe getting head and Ben clearing his throat because he’s allergic to chocolate? Or his airways swelling up?”
Ben flushes with embarrassment and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Rafe has a chocolate musk?”
“Butterfinger to be exact,” Hailey replies, snapping off another bite and chewing before adding, “And I’m guessing…Almond Joy’s Elliott? Reese’s is Miles? Or maybe one of them is a chocolate-covered strawberry.” She tosses her head back with a laugh.
“Or maybe it’s just the chocolate they like—” I say. “Or do you think they smell like Twizzlers too?”
She shrugs. “It’s possible, but packs normally blend, which means all of them are chocolate in some way. Because RafeisButterfinger.”
I want to snag the chocolate bar from her fingers before she can take another bite and act like she’s savoring thememory of him on her tongue. Hell, when Blair picks up a peanut butter cup and pops it into her mouth, a purr rumbling from her, I want to throw myself over the rest of the chocolate bars before they can taste any more. I am losing my fucking mind.
CHAPTER 29
Elliott
Club goers surroundRafe and me as we are let out of the dance cages. He easily maneuvers over to me and tugs me out of the crowd. This is his element. He loves to dance and forget himself.
Although, tonight, I’m pretty sure he’s looking for a do over with Lilah. One that doesn’t end with her puking on him. And he insisted that production give her the blue dress. It’s like his own dream fulfillment.
Of course, I encouraged it. I want him to want her. I need him to be as head over heels for Lilah as I am. Even with it being crystal clear we all have feelings for her, I know he has walls because of Hailey, and he could shut them down at any second.
I take the steps two at a time, following Rafe to the VIP room. He leads the way, pushing into the private room to find Miles surrounded by all of the omegas and a cart with the chocolate bars. Moving closer, I see each of our musks in candy bar form and chuckle. Miles said from the beginning he wanted to see the reaction to our musks without the omegas knowing them.
Although, Lilah does know them, and I’m sure this presentation’s all for her. Because he does not care about the others in this room. Although, she's currently snacking on a Twizzler. The red liquorices gets smaller and smaller as she nibbles on it, her eyes flowing between Miles and the other three.
She looks like she’s ready to pounce on Blair and snatch the open candy bar package from her fingers. Jealousy. She’s jealous. The knowledge makes my heart jump, and my stomach clench. The need to soothe her is so strong that I don’t think twice about closing the distance and tugging her back into my front. A squeak of surprise comes out of her, but she allows my arms to wrap around her waist.
A low purr rumbles from my chest into her back, and I can feel her relax. Things might be awkward and tense between us at the moment, but she’s still my omega, and every part of her knows it too. I inhale at the crook of her neck, wanting to scent her, but there’s nothing but a soft lavender that fills my senses. Still, I press a kiss to her skin, forgetting myself in the moment. A quick inhale lifts her chest, and I gather her closer.
“Eli—” The warning in Rafe’s tone pulls me away from Lilah. I loosen my hold, turning to tell him to stuff it. She slips away immediately, her neck and face bright with embarrassment. And I send a glare in Rafe’s direction. He offers me a tight smile in response.
“Excuse me, I’ll be back,” Lilah murmurs.
I watch her leave for less than a second before I’m following her out the door. “Lilah, wait?—”
