“I’m pretty sure I won’t ever get those toxic fumes out of my shop if they see you,” she said, rolling her eyes. I just smiled and twirled again. I was getting more used to Jewel’s prickly exterior, but she couldn’t hide her inner sweetness.
But now, uncertainty seeped in. Was the front too revealing? Were my boobs sagging? The tiny straps did nothing to hide my arms, my scar prominently displayed. When I asked Jewel if she had any long-sleeved dresses, she scoffed.
“Wear your scars proudly, omega. They’re the proof you survived.” I didn’t argue with her after that.
I started at the knock on the bathroom door.
“You okay in there, precious? It’s almost time to go,” Ben said.
Well, if they thought I was hideous in this dress, it was too late to do anything about it. I opened the door, and my brain stuttered as I took in Ben’s black tux. The suit fit him perfectly, clinging to his muscular arms and thighs. My eyes slowly raked over his body, stopping at the tightness in his crotch. A burst of slick trickled into my underwear, and I had to reign in the urge to throw myself at him.
Ben cleared his throat and adjusted himself.
“You look… wow. I mean… so hot.”
My cheeks pinkened. “You like it?” I asked, my voice soft.
He cleared his throat again, his eyes landing on my cleavage. “Understatement, precious.”
“We’ve got to go,” Theo said, looking at his watch as he stalked into the room. He did a double-take when he saw me. Theo’s suit was also black, but the jacket was freaking velvet. I wanted to rub myself on it like a kitten before I pushed him down to the floor. Maybe I could lie on top of the jacket while he fucked me. Then he would never be able to get the scent out, and everyone would know he was mine.
Ben’s laughter jolted me out of my fantasy, and I realized Theo and I had been staring at each other in silence for an awkwardly long amount of time.
Theo ran his hand through his hair and choked out a laugh. “Fuck, angel. Just… fuck.”
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs before Cam stormed into the room.
“What is taking so long?” he growled. His gaze landed on me, hot and heavy, as he raked his eyes down my body.
“What are you wearing?” he gritted out, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “That’s not one you showed us in the shop.”
“Jewel said I should keep it a surprise. Don’t you like it?” I bit my lip, my earlier insecurity coming back in full force with his almost angry reaction.
“What? No, I hate it. You look too fucking hot in that. Take it off,” he said, prowling towards me.
It took my brain a minute to catch up to what he’d said.
“I look… too hot?” I asked.
“Too. Fucking. Hot,” he gritted out. “We need to get something that covers you.” He looked around as if searching for a parka to materialize.
I closed the small gap between us and ran my hands down Cam’s chest. He was dressed the most casually, wearing a black jacket over a white button-down shirt. The first few buttons were open so I could see the beginnings of his chest tattoos.
I leaned forward and licked them.
Cam choked, a purr roaring through his chest.
“Did you just lick me?” he asked, grasping my chin.
“No, I would never,” I said, keeping a straight face.
Cam growled, pulling me flush to his body. His hardness pressed against me, and I whimpered as more slick gushed into my underwear.
“Sorry you hate the dress,” I murmured as I scent-marked his neck.
“I fucking hate it so much,” he whispered back, his breath hot on my ear.
I smiled, extricating myself from his grasp. “I need one more minute, and I’ll be ready.”
