Until Ronin clears his throat, making her laugh as she moves to close the distance between them.
I lose track of time as we drink, dance, and wind each other up.
“Enough,” Ronin barks after a while, grabbing her off the dance floor and throwing her over his shoulder.
All around us, the crowd jeers and cheers, and then they swoon when I pull off my shirt to cover her butt. It’s that, or I start a fucking war with any male in the place who dares look her way.
We get past the crowd, Santiago in tow.
Chapter Five
TALLY
I’m quite literally screwed. Hopefully, if things keep going the way I want them to, I’m about to be fucked too. Can’t say I mind one bit that we’re all drunk as skunks, sharing thatwithout a care in the worldconnection that binds strangers together.
It’s them, well not Santiago—he doesn’t do it for me—but the other two? Yeah, nothing is stopping us from happening. All night, I’ve been lost in their endless touches, and holy hell, the scents are something I need in my lungs, on my tongue, over my skin.
“Where are we going?” I manage, talking around the thumb of the Alpha walking beside me and his friend, who is still hauling me over his shoulder.
“Our room,” he answers, his eyes locked on my lips as he watches me suck his thumb.
We haven’t gotten around to introductions. We should. I mean, I can’t call the Alpha carrying me over his shoulderdark chocolateorhusbandforever. Or maybe I can.
Although I’m sure I heard the other Alpha’s name before, he has obliterated my ability to remember anything, aside from his touch and presence. His kisses are as intoxicating as his sugary cinnamon scent, adding to the giddy high of the alcohol.
If I didn’t feel safe with them, there’s no way this would be happening. Now it is, it’s going to take a global catastrophe to stop us.
“Suck again. Harder,” My second fake husband barks. He is as bossy and dominant as my first.
By God, that works for me.
I comply with his demand, but he switches his thumb for two of his fingers. And we both make obscene noises at our shared connection.
The speed at which I’m being carried slows. I’m vaguely aware of the crowd, and some part of me registers the party is still in full swing.
Some of that festivity drops, like the temperature on a cool night. Especially from the Alpha carrying me.
There’s a standoff happening, and though I can’t see it for myself, I definitely feel it.
“Santiago, you’re not coming up with us,” the Alpha carrying me says, an edge to his voice.
I look up, still sucking on the fingers halfway down my throat, watching Santiago. He’s got a wicked glint in his eyes but a stubborn set to his shoulders. “What? I found her for you.”
“And I’m thankful you did. Now, fuck off,” the Alpha under me snaps. His voice rumbles from deep in his chest, vibrating from his body to mine.
A little moan escapes me, making his body coil tighter than a spring.
Santiago’s entire focus locks on me. There's an obvious question, lots of double-checking. The moment I met him, I knew he’d watch over me, and that’s all he’s doing now.
“Thanks from me too. We’re good,” I manage, despite the fingers in my mouth. I wave at Santiago with one hand, while digging my other hand into my new “husband’s” jeans and squeezing his arse.
Santiago shakes his head, laughing, relaxing in an instant. If I was in his shoes, I’d do the same. Triple-check everyone is safe, doing what they want.
He throws a hand up. “Fine. I’m coming for breakfast, though. The buffet here is perfection.”
“Yep,” my second husband agrees quickly, pumping his fingers slower, taking my focus from Santiago back to us.
Then we’re off again, and anticipation makes my mouth dry, my pussy wet. Perhaps wetter would be more accurate. The combination of these two Alphas has had me turned on since the moment I saw them.
