Her words say "naughty boy," but her smile says she thinks he’s cute no matter how naughty he is.
“You look like you’re stirring up trouble,” Hayden says as he and his brothers join us.
Apollo senses the shift in Beau before he even sits down.
“What’s wrong?”
“My hormone-suppressing injection is due in ten days, but I’m burning through it because of all the delicious pheromones. My first heat might be really bad. Long, with a pre-heat from hell, according to those two.” Beau gulps, squeezing me tighter as he goes pale.
“I’ve been looking into that,” Thor says, his scent and dominance settling in like a comforting hug. “Because of the chemical injections and long-term suppression, it’s going to affect your heat differently than oral suppressants.”
“Let’s give them space.” Tatum disentangles herself from her own octopus-Omega and presses a kiss to my forehead. The growls that surround us are honestly insane. “She was mine first, and I will kiss her forehead if I damn well want to,” she tells the men around me, before pointing a finger at her men. “And you four. If I want to kiss Dream, you will not be telling me I can’t.”
“Can we tell you not to steal Apollo’s rings?” Kodiak’s grin is filled with dirty intentions, and I wrinkle my nose. At least his scent hasn’t reached this far.
“No, you may not,” Tatum snaps before handing the hijacked ring back to Apollo. “I would've eventually returned it. I would apologize, but I think we should just pretend this never happened.” She turns to me, and I can’t hold back my giggle when she blushes pink. “Dream, I love you. We will be in a room if you need anything. What’s mine is yours. If you need it, take it. Okay, bye.” She waves dramatically as her men carry her away.
“We’ll let you know when we know more.” Declan nods to Hudson and Thor before following his mate as she giggles.
“She’s fun.” Beau grins, watching her as they leave us alone in the VIP area. I frown.
What does he mean by "fun?"
“I like her,” Hudson agrees. Irrational Omega instincts that know better but don’t care take over. I’m growling and glaring before I catch myself, jealousy burning a hole through me.
“Well, follow her then, if you like her so much,” I hiss at Hudson, glaring daggers into his head. He looks like he's seeing a ghost when he snaps his head my way.
“What? No, I meant that I like that she’s your friend. She seems to care about you a lot. She… I—I don’tlikeher…” Hudson scrambles, apple-coated fear and panic wash over us as he reaches for me, but I swat his hand away.
“Beau? Am I keeping you from havingfun?” I snarl, sounding like a feral Omega, ignoring the panicking Alpha.
“Kind of.” His grin is all teeth as he leans in. I’m about to snapmyteeth into his throat when he purrs. “I’d be having a lot morefunif you were naked, riding me like that first day in the hotel, but for real this time.”
Oooh, he’s good.
If he wants to play, I’m game.
Throwing my thigh over his legs, I grip his shoulders as I straddle him.
“The cameras in this area are cut,” Apollo grunts. “But if you start perfuming up here, we’ll have to kill some people on the way out. Can’t have them scenting what isn’t theirs.”
“Mmm, possessive, my favorite flavor,” I purr, eyes locked on the Omega between my thighs. "There are scent blockers built into the filtration system. No one will get a sniff of me, even if I slick all over Beau right now.”
“This is the hardest I’ve ever been, and this fucking strap is trying to squeeze my cock to death,” Beau hisses, making me giggle. “How are you three so chill right now? You’re not uncomfortable?”
“I have other methods of hiding my erections,” Hudson grunts.
“The straps are too…” Thor trails off, catching himself, then blushing. “For me.”
“Are they? How fun.” I wink, his blush deepening. His leather and clove musk has me shivering when it hits me. He might have hidden his desire before, but he’s not hiding it anymore.
“It’s not hard to keep my dick under control when Kodiak smells like gasoline, and Easton’s perfume kept smothering Tatum. Very unpleasant,” Apollo grumbles, shaking his head.
“They’re gone,” Beau points out, and we both glance down at his lap. “Linen pants were not made to hide fat Alpha knots…”
“Nope.”
“You two are trouble.” Apollo’s grin says he likes it. If Beau wasn’t wearing that strap… Guess I’ll have to behave for now. I climb off Beau’s lap, sitting beside him instead. The night is still young.
