He didn’t hesitate to comply. He caught Destiny’s heated gaze before giving her a slow, lazy smile and unbuttoning his pants. When she licked her lips again, he could practically feel her pretty pink tongue circling his cock. He dropped his trousers and watched her take in the hard swell straining against his boxer briefs. Her lips parted in a little sigh that made his cock jump as he imagined the way she’d gasp when he thrust into her.
On Xander’s other side, Hunter dropped his jeans in a much grouchier heap. Destiny’s eyes snapped to him, then dropped to the bulge in his briefs. Her mouth dropped open further. Her arousal had become a palpable thing, so strong that Greyson could practically taste it.
Destiny whined, and the three alphas stiffened, the bond going taut and electric. Greyson had never wanted a woman more than he wanted Destiny Duvalle at that moment. Eyes wide, she slapped her hands over her mouth in a gesture that would’ve been comical if his pack weren’t fighting the urge to rut her over the fucking pool table. She tried to step back but only managed to bump the table and send a few balls scattering.
“Well, you’re all paid up. I’m satisfied,” Destiny said shakily.
“I don’t know about that,” Greyson replied, his teeth gritted with the effort of remaining still. “I think you could be a lot more satisfied.”
Hunter growled in agreement, and Greyson watched Destiny squirm in response. For a moment, they all stared at one another, waiting for the next move. Xander stayed on his knees, but his blue eyes were bright and fixed on the omega.
Finally, Destiny pulled herself into a rigid posture, chin lifted defiantly. Carefully, she moved around them, picking up every article of their discarded clothing and folding them into a neat stack. To Greyson’s dismay, she pulled on Xander’s shirt. With the top buttons undone, he could still see the swell of her incredible breasts, but the shirt swamped her, falling to her mid-thigh and hiding her luscious curves.
“Don’t worry boys, I can take care of myself,” she said, backing toward the stairs, her arms full of their clothes. “See you tomorrow.”
With that, she disappeared down the stairs. A moment later, they heard the door closing behind her. No one moved.
Greyson felt absolutely gutted, her absence a tangible, terrible thing. When they first met, he’d thought that Destiny was the kind of woman who could become a man’s north star. He hadn’t realized then how apt the metaphor would turn out to be. Greyson already missed her light and had to resist an irrational urge to follow her.
He released a loud breath. “Bloody hell.”
“Yeah,” Hunter agreed.
“Fuck,” Xander added. He started to rise, but Hunter grabbed a handful of his hair and glared down at him.
“You stay on your fucking knees,” he growled. Xander obeyed.
Sighing, Greyson crossed to the wet bar and fixed himself a drink. It was going to be a long, wild night indeed.
The next morning, Greyson woke up with a raging hard-on and an idea.
Despite their best efforts to take care of themselves after Destiny left, Greyson was far from satiated. Between his vivid memory of her domme behavior and the way her scent lingered in the air, Greyson knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had her. Maybe not even then. He couldn’t imagine ever having enough of her.
Because there was something special about Destiny Duvalle. Something that made her irresistible and confounding and entrancing andright. Greyson didn’t want to think too hard about it. He was afraid of what he might discover if he did.
Instead, he decided to take advantage of the popstar’s extended stay and enjoy her company as much as possible, which is how he found himself heading toward her room, carrying hot chocolate and pastries, and hoping it wasn’t too early for a breakfast visit. To his surprise, when he stepped into the corridor leading to her room, he saw that it wasn’t empty. Hunter was approaching from the other direction, carrying a covered tray.
“I knew I smelled your famous steamed buns this morning!” Greyson hissed. “I thought I was dreaming. How early did you get up to make them?”
Hunter smirked, cocking an eyebrow at Greyson’s tray. “Earlier than you got up to raid the kitchens.”
Greyson grinned. “I hope she’s hungry. And that she wants to see us.”
In unison, they turned toward Destiny’s door. Greyson felt better already, just knowing he was near her, about to see her. He could already distinguish her scent in the air, as if he’d grown attuned to it. He gave Hunter a sidelong glance.
“When did you realize she’s our mate?” Greyson asked quietly. As he’d expected, Hunter didn’t look at all surprised by the question. He always saw the things others missed.
“The night she arrived,” Hunter admitted. “It’s another reason I was so furious at Xander. What about you?”
“Last night, when she took the piss out of Xander and handled us all so expertly.” Greyson sighed. “That nitwit certainly hasn’t realized yet.”
Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself off abruptly, his attention snapping back to Destiny’s door. Greyson had heard it too. It sounded like…a moan.
A moment later, the sound came again, and it was unmistakable. A distinct moan of pleasure. Without thinking, he stepped closer to the door, Hunter right beside him. Now that he was focusing, Greyson could hear a low hum as well.
His cock went rigid for the second time that morning. He’d taken a nice long shower and wanked vigorously to thoughts of the alluring woman who was now making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard on the other side of that door. Was she thinking about him and his packmates while she got herself off? Had last night left her as wrecked as it had them?
“We shouldn’t listen,” Hunter whispered. But he didn’t move.
