Sabin hops back away from me with a wide grin, and I glare at him. Ryker watches the exchange and laughs.
“What’s wrong, Squeaks? We thought group sex freaked you out?” he asks innocently, but the amused twinkle in his eyes gives him away.
“We were just looking out for you, Witch,” Torrez teases, and somewhere behind us music starts up.
“Mi Gente” by J Balvin and Willy William starts up, and Torrez’s eyes flash with excitement.
“That’s my jam,” he declares and reaches for my hand. “Come grind on me, Witch,” he tells me and starts pulling me toward the area that’s slowly gathering dancers.
“Don’t worry, Vinna,” Knox calls out to me. “We have big plans to ravage you as a groupafterthe party!”
My tummy flip flops inside of me, and my vagina and clit high-five each other. My hips start working it to the rhythm of the music, and Torrez gives me an appreciative growl. I spot Tok and Marn talking with a few of Knox’s dads. I just catch Trace asking Tok if he is team Edward or Team Jacob as Torrez and I pass by, and I lose it.
I shout out, “Team Jacob,” and then throw my head back and howl. Once again all the shifters and a good number of the casters join me, and I point to the rising howls in the air as proof that Knox’s dad’s love for sparkly vampires is misplaced.
He points at me and gives an outraged laugh. “How can you still claim Team Jacob when you have a lamia for a mate also?” he questions.
I look over at Siah and give him a wink. “My lamia could kick your Edward’s ass any day of the week,” I challenge playfully.
Trace gasps and presses his palm to his chest like he’s clutching his pearls in indignant shock. “Sumo!” he demands, and I laugh even harder.
“If you think I’m letting my mate cover that gorgeous dress and body up with a sumo suit, you’re crazier than Edward Cullen was for leaving Bella,” Knox scolds his dad as he sweeps in and rescues me.
“My hero,” I coo to him as both he and Torrez pull me closer to the dance floor.
“That fool probably has those suits in the trunk of his car. Just wait, somebody’s going to be sumo-ing by the end of the night,” Knox declares, and I laugh hard because he’s probably right.
“Ooooh, let’s make Elder Cleary sumo someone,” I announce, and Valen fist bumps me.
“Vinna!” Mave calls out to me. I look around and find her holding up a shot glass. “Moonshine!” she shouts out, and I chuckle and make my fingers anX.
“Oh hell no! I learned my lesson last time,” I shout back, and she laughs.
“Here’s to my future harem,” she toasts, and when she goes to bring the shot glass to her lips, Pebble comes out of nowhere and plucks it from her hand. He downs the shot and then throws Mave over his shoulder. She laughs and looks up from his back.
“This is not the last you’ve seen of me,” she declares like some B movie villain.
Pebble slaps her ass and carries her out of view. I laugh and shake my head and continue to move toward the dance floor, ready to get my grind on. I spot Aydin’s big ass moving through the crowd, and I shout for him to come join us. He has a phone in his hand and a serious look on his face that instantly makes me pause. Our eyes connect, and I see relief and…guilt?
Why do I see guilt?
“What’s wrong?” I ask him as he and Evrin make their way over to us.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Vinna, but I just got a call from an Alpha Vorenno. He heads a large pack over in Montana, and he’s had several females go missing in the last couple months,” Aydin tells us, shouting over the loud music and the partying going on all around us.
“He just had another female go missing, and he’s called us to see if we can help figure out what’s going on,” Aydin finishes, and shock surges through me.
“He called us...as in Sentinel us?” I ask, needing to wrap my mind around what he’s saying.
“Yes,” Evrin shouts out so he can be heard over all the noise.
“I’m really sorry, Vinna, I know this is all of your big night, but he sounded desperate. This will be the fifth female that’s gone missing from his pack. He’s not getting any cooperation from the other packs, and his relationship with the casters in the area is not good,” Aydin tells me.
I turn to the guys, excitement and shock on my face. “Holy shit, we have a job, guys.”
They all beam back at me, the same surprised excitement written all over their faces.
I pat Aydin’s shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, someone is asking us for help; that’s a good fucking thing,” I reassure him.
