The music played out into the theater; a dark, rich-sounding piece featuring a few string instruments. As soon as Preston moved, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Then, when Ivy responded, I let out a gasp before I could even stop myself. It was clear right away that Isaac hadpushed them to tap into their crazed scent-matched lust to play out Preston’s dominance over Ivy.
The movements were so sensual, but nothing went too far. It suggested, it hinted, it teased a lot, but it never surrendered. Preston’s hands moved about Ivy’s body, but never went too far.
There were several seductive lifts that had her wrapped around his body, showcasing her phenomenal lines. Isaac had transformed Ivy into a beautiful doll, ripe for Preston to mold as he pleased, conquering her gently with his hands as he took control.
How Isaac got them to go this far without snapping was beyond me. I swore I caught a slight scent of arousal—but it vanished almost as quickly as it came. I was completely awestruck by what the three of them had created here. This was exactly the kind of piece only a scent-matched team could pull off.
The last notes rang out over the theater as the piece finished with Preston standing over Ivy. She grasped onto his leg as her chest worked to catch her breath, the lights slowly fading out to leave them in the darkness.
There was no clapping this time, merely stunned faces. The silence stretched for a moment more before Evan Stornwalker broke out into a loud, thunderous applause while shouting, “Bravo!”
Soon, everyone was on their feet, cheering for Ivy and Preston, myself included. As the lights turned back on, they gave us a brief bow before joining me, all while trying to catch their breath through smiles.
“You all are officially the first to see our omega pair and the complete artistic pack that will support their rise. We have very exciting plans, and we’d love to include you. The Arco pack will be answering questions now. Please don’t hesitate to ask!”
Ivy, Preston, Isaac, and Lukas did their part, and they did it well. Now it was my turn.
***
Lukas
“Tonight was a huge success,” I spoke softly in the passenger’s seat of the car as Dem drove us home. In the back seat, Ivy had fallen asleep on Isaac’s shoulder while a very tired Preston rested his head on her lap.
“Indeed it was,” Dem agreed. “There’s already so much excitement about what we can do with them. Evan pledged funds for an Executive Director. The state arts council wants to create a whole travel guide and campaign around tourists visiting for our shows. A few other funders were talking about supporting international tours.”
“Absolutely remarkable,” I shook my head in amazement. “And only two months ago, we were scraping funds together to balance the budget.”
“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mention you in my speech tonight. You were the only pack member not introduced.”
“Dem, I wrote your speech. What are you talking about?”
“Just because you wrote it, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have reviewed it and taken the time to ensure you were included. I want you to know I appreciate everything you do for us just as much as everyone else.”
“Well…thanks,” I said, a little softer than I meant to. The recognition warmed something in me I didn’t know I was waiting for.
“I can’t imagine the sensation of dancing with her…” I said, glancing at Ivy in the rearview mirror as she started to quietly snore. “Watching them tonight makes me want to dance again.”
“I know what you mean…you can if you want to. Could even use you in character roles,” Dem looked over to me briefly.
“Very tempting…” I smiled back.
Chapter twenty-seven
Adaptation
Ivy
Tuesday’s funders’ viewing was a huge success, and here we were on Thursday, ready to do it all over again. Preston and I had roughly thirty minutes to relax before we needed to perform, so we hung out backstage with Isaac, joking around and having fun.
“Do we want to practice anything?” I turned to Preston as he shook his arms out.
“Yeah, can we try that one lift in Isaac’s piece? My wrist is not happy with the way we’re doing it right now.” Preston gestured to me as he reached for my waist.
Preston supported me as I jumped. The lift made it about halfway up before I came back down on Preston’s chest.
“Damn it!” Preston cried out, gently setting me down before cradling his wrist.
My mind instantly flooded with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
