A guy from the security team approved by Thor to cover VIP tonight places a tall glass of ice water in front of me, and I squint.
“From Thor, he said you’d need it.”
They’re meeting my needs before I even know what my need even is.
“Oh. My. Fuck.” Tatum’s shock only makes me more nervous, but I'm too thirsty to pretend I didn't need the drink. “They’re all obsessed…”
“They’re just helpful,” I grumble, ignoring the intensity of their stares on every inch of my body.
“Nah. They’re acting like my guys did before we knew we were a scent match. WAIT! Oh, holy fuck!” Her eyes go so wide as she points at Thor, jaw on the floor.
It seems Easton has had enough space, because he’s slipped free from Kodiak and is sliding in behind Tatum. Or maybe he’s just nosey, because he’s instantly locked in on the conversation.
“What happened? Come on babe, you know I’m naturally curious…”Nosey it is.
“East,” she hisses. “Don’t be rude! Keep your hands where I can see them,” Tatum scolds. I suck my lips between my teeth to hide my cringe as Easton does exactly what she says and cups two handfuls of boob.
I can’t tell if she’s impressed by his ability to follow her rule while also misbehaving, or if his audacity is what’s got her frozen for three blinks.
“Can I get some help over here?” she huffs, irritated. Not because of Easton’s behavior. Seems more like she’s annoyed with herself for being entertained by his antics.
Easton pulls out knives in protest. Kodiak pulls out a bark.In rock paper scissors, the big bad bark beats knife.
“Come sit in my lap, Omega. Make me purr for you.” Kodiak’s command is strong, but Tatum told me Easton’s been resisting barks most of his life.
If he goes, it’s voluntary. With a bite, then a kiss, Easton pulls away from Tatum so he can climb into Kodiak’s lap.
“We have, like, maybe five minutes before he becomes a problem again.”
“It’s okay. It’s like I can feel how close Beau is to biting Thor so he can get to me.” The face Tatum makes at the name Thor reminds me he’s still known as Trev here. “Oh, right. Trev’s name is Hawthorne. Thor for short.”
“Ah. Got it. Continue.” She nods, rolling with it.
“Well, I thought Apollo would be a problem, given the stalking. He’s doing fucking amazing over there next to Hudson. He’s not trying to stab anyone…well, not to kill them, anyway,” I say as I watch the easy way he smiles, twirling his blade between his fingers.
“You’re magical.” Tatum smiles so sweetly, making my heart melt.
“Shut up,” I pout, real tears stinging my eyes as I hug the fuck out of her. “Seriously though. Beau was all sadness and rain clouds when we met. Now he’s…” I trail off as we turn to look at the Omega. “Now he looks fucking feral.”
“He’s looking at you the way Easton looks at me right before pinning me to the nearest surface so he can fuck me into oblivion. No fucks to give about who might be watching.” She pats my thigh with a chuckle. “Congrats.”
“I kissed him once in the limo on the way here. Which was amazing, but now he’s looking at me like we bonded or something. He's been licking his lips ever since,” I mutter, breathless.
“I was hoping you and Thor would bond on this job. I know you like him, and I want to see you happy. Looks like you’ve got yourself the makings of a whole pack, though.”
“Do I? It feels right, but… I’ve been trying not to overdo it, you know? I know my touchy-feely affection can be too much, but now Beau seems like he wants to live inside my skin…”
“I know the feeling.” Tatum chuckles, glancing at her pack.
“I wasn’t even sure Thor was interested until the car ride here. His scent slammed me like a linebacker, and only because I was kissing Beau. Even he’s looking at me differently tonight. Is it this dress?”
“The dress is helping, that's for sure, but it’s not the dress. It’s you, Dream. Why can’t you see how wonderful you are? Of course they’re obsessed with you. Only an idiot would miss that. You deserve to be happy, and if they make you happy…” She shrugs.
“I’ve known them for, like, thirty seconds.” I groan, taking her hand in mine and squeezing, trying to settle my anxiety.
“Easton started plotting ways to knock me up before we ever even kissed.” The lovey-dovey sigh she lets out is so cute. “Honestly, everything got so much better once I gave in.”
“Is that your advice, then? Give in?” I nibble my lip, unsure. My instincts are screaming at me to give in, but I’m a lover girl at heart. I might be diving headfirst into the shallow end.
