I stared at him as he climbed out of the nest to acquire the bottle. Excitement bubbled up through the bond, and I couldn’t help noticing the little spring in his step as he went about his quest.
Madison grinned. “So fucking cute.”
“I didn’t know Alve would be jazzed to play,” Nathan commented, staring after him with us. “Guess these lips are getting some exercise tonight.”
Our omega laughed and climbed out of the nest. She was wearing the tiniest pajama set known to man, the bottoms short enough I could see the curve of her ass cheeks as she scampered down the hall after Alve.
The rest of us ventured to follow, finding Alve moving the coffee table so we would have room. His enthusiasm was bright in the bond.
Poppy and Pepper came to inspect what was going on, sniffing all over the coffee table before bolting down the hall, presumably to the recently vacated nest, so they could snuggle into the remnants of our body heat. I sat on the plush carpet next to Madison. Alve set down a tray in front of us with the vodka bottle. Nathan and Jude sat across from me, and Alve took up his spot next to me.
“Are there rules?” Alve asked.
“Not really for the game itself,” Nathan explained. “We just go in a circle, but we should lay down some ground rules. Anyone can chicken out at any time with no consequences. If the bottle lands on someone and you’re not sure you want to proceed, you don’t have to. Whoever the bottle points to gets kissed by the spinner. Who wants to go first?”
Madison and Alve were both delighted in the bond. My curiosity and excitement blended so heavily with my nerves, I wasn’t sure which was stronger. I had started the conversation, so I might as well kick this off, too.
“I can.” I laid the vodka on its side, giving it an experimental twist to see how it glided. Holding my breath, I spun it, the bottle twirling and my heart picking up speed, until it paused on Alve.
The look in his eyes when I turned to him halted the breath in my lungs. A sense of power in his gaze I couldn’t describe held me motionless with anticipation as he leaned in. Madison was a rumbling storm of desire next to us. Alve cupped my chin, hisstrength held perfectly in check in a way that had a craving for him sliding down my spine like lava.
A whimper slipped out a half second before his lips brushed mine. Each sweep drew me deeper. It was only supposed to be one kiss, but when I melted, he took the invitation, preening in the bond at my surrender. My cock stirred to life at the cloud of his scent—lingonberry sweetness and red wine as intoxicating as the drink itself.
“Holy shit,” Nathan whispered. “I need something to fan myself with.”
When I finally pulled away, I was a little boat on the sea, suddenly without my anchor. Alve looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Madison took my hand, offering herself as a new anchor, and I accepted it gratefully, simply trying to regulate the flush of sensation and emotion.
Alve spun the bottle and it landed on Jude. He fell under the same spell as me. My whole body throbbed as I watched Alve wield whatever magic he possessed. I swallowed hard, my throat dry watching them. When Jude settled back in his seat, he looked as awestruck as I felt.
“Alve, you’re a sneaky bitch,” Nathan said with a laugh.
“How so?”
“I know a dom when I see one. Granted, it took me a while to figure out, but in fairness, you weren’t really the one I was focusing on during previous encounters.”
“What does that mean, though?” I asked. “If he’s a dom, does that mean we’re subs?”
Nathan shrugged. “I think it’s a spectrum. Some people are more or less, but Alve has those repressed daddy dom vibes going on.”
I glanced at Alve from the corner of my eye. Knowledge of the lifestyle hadn’t been a thorough part of my sexual education, but what little I did know fit with what Nathan’s assessment was.
Nathan whipped the vodka bottle around and I froze like a deer in headlights when it pointed to me. He and Alve had radically different energy, though no less intense. Nathan crawled across the short distance between us and straight into my lap, parking his knees on each side of my hips. My fingers locked in on instinct, holding tight to the loose pants he wore.
“Hello there,” I managed to croak out.
“Do you need to chicken out?”
I got half a head shake out before his hands were on my cheeks and his mouth was on mine. Where Alve had been a slow burn, Nathan was liquor down my throat, a searing heat that hit you all at once. I white-knuckled my grip, almost coming out of my skin when he rocked his hips, brushing against my tented cock.
Balsam and blueberry saturated every breath, Madison’s raspberry competing for which could drag me to the edge faster. Nathan sprinted right past one kiss. The couch was soft against me as I relaxed into what he offered.
At this rate, I was going to spill as soon as Jude touched me when his inevitable turn came around. I cursed against Nathan’s mouth, a surge of pleasure through the bond making me dizzy.
A moan had Nathan and I pulling apart, turning to see Madison in Jude’s lap, his fingers beneath her waistband.
“I see we went straight past fanning ourselves.” Nathan grinned at her. “Is Jude taking good care of you, sweetheart?”
