"I'm here because it's my birthday and I've made a lot of questionable decisions today already," I said. "What's one more?"
Kellan's laugh came from inside the room. "I like her."
"So do I," Rowan said quietly.
He held my gaze for another heartbeat, then stepped back fully, making space. I could still leave. Could turn around and walk away and pretend this never happened. Instead, I stepped inside. The door closed behind me with a soft click. And just like that, everything changed.
ROWAN
The moment she walked through the door, I knew we were fucked. Not just interested or intrigued. Fucked.
Her scent was warm and sweet with an undertone of something I couldn't quite identify. Blockers, probably. Most Omegas wore them in public spaces, especially in clubs like this. But even through the blockers, there was something about her that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. I’d hate to smell her full on because whatever I could smell was so right it hardened my dick like steel. Earlier, I’d wanted to lay her on the bar and lick her from head to toe. Now, all I needed was her clothes off and I didn’t care what surface she was on. I wanted to mark her with my tongue, lips, dick, cum, and even my brother. Kellan felt this shit too. I could see it in the way his posture had shifted, the way his eyes tracked her every movement. The way he had to plant his feet so that he didn’t trample her to the ground.
"Drink?" I asked, moving to the bar we kept stocked in the corner.
"Tonic," she said.
Not what I'd expected. Most Omegas ordered wine or cocktails. Something sweet. I poured her a generous serving and handed it to her. She took it without hesitation and drank.
"Rough day?" Kellan asked, settling onto the couch.
"Rough year." She finished the drink and set the glass down. "But that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here?" I asked.
She looked between us, and I watched her cycle through several possible answers before settling on honesty.
"Because I'm tired of being careful. Tired of controlling everything. Tired of…" She broke off. "It's my birthday. I'm thirty. I've never done anything impulsive in my entire life. And you two are offering me something I've never let myself want."
"Which is?" Kellan prompted.
"Permission to stop thinking. For someone else to take the reigns."
The words hung in the air between us.
Kellan's eyes darkened. "What exactly are you asking for?"
"One night." Her voice was steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "One night where I don't have to be in control. Where someone else makes the decisions. Where I can just…" She swallowed. "Feel."
My wolf was howling.
"You understand what you're asking?" I said carefully.
"I think so."
"This isn't just sex," Kellan said. "If you're asking us to take control, we will. Completely. We'll push you. Test your limits. Make you feel things you've never felt."
"I know."
"And you're okay with that?"
"I'm here, aren't I?"
I exchanged a look with Kellan. We'd shared partners before. Knew how to read each other, how to coordinate, how to give someone an experience they'd never forget. But this felt different.Shefelt different.
"Rules," I said. "If we do this, there are rules."
She nodded.
