Two more kisses with a bit more tongue.
“You have a knack for sending me right to the edge with everything you do.”
My hands were racing up and down her arms as I leaned in to rub my cheek against hers. If we were kissing, she’d probably accept me scent-marking her more.
She softly giggled as I talked and rubbed against her. I could tell she wanted to kiss me again, but was now holding back. I pulled her into me for another passionate kiss, trying to capture the taste, the touch, the sounds of her soft moans. I’m sure she felt my growing arousal as I pressed up against her body. The sweet, subtle scent of her arousal was becoming apparent, too, as we held each other tightly, her hands bracing my head while my tongue stroked farther into her mouth.
Of all the things I imagined happening today, this wasn’t it. The feel of her lips against mine, her body pressing against me, and the fact that I was her first…
I paused, pulling back, as my heart pounded in my chest.
“Now I’m at the edge…where’s that cold water?”
I reached behind me blindly, grabbed the cup of water, and poured a bit into my hand before splashing some on my face. This cup was not big enough for me.
***
Ivy
The memory of kissing Preston earlier lingered while I sat in the passenger's seat next to Demetrius. After Preston and I had finished in the studio, I’d sadly gathered my things and prepared to head home.
Preston’s reaction to our kiss played over and over again in my mind. His surprised expression and stammering made me giggle. And those kisses—wow. There was so much passion in him, and I wanted to explore it thoroughly.
One thought kept tugging at me—balance. Didn’t I need to find a balance between the four to create harmony in the pack? Wasn’t that what omegas did?
Preston had seemed larger than life when I first met him, but now, being comfortable with him was growing easierevery day; our language was dance, and the passion between us spun out of control quickly.
Lukas had such a fun, playful side. I wanted to spend more time alone with him to get to know him better. He was so smart, always calculating, and quite hilarious. Something told me he’d find a way to kiss me soon.
Isaac was chaos and creativity incarnated into a sexy body. I felt more like I was being stalked by a predator than needing to get to know him better. I had no doubt our chemistry would bloom when the time was right.
Demetrius, on the other hand…he continued to baffle me, and still seemed the most reserved, though he was beginning to soften. Being with him felt like navigating a maze—I kept looking for the right turn to bring us closer. We also had the widest age gap between us, almost ten years. While I was comfortable with it, maybe he wasn’t.
We were currently alone in the car together, but this didn’t seem like the right time for any deep conversations.
“Any ideas on where you’d want to go dress shopping on Tuesday?” he asked me while shifting lanes.
“I’m still getting familiar with the area, so I’m not really sure. How formal is this event?”
“It’s listed as semi-formal, but some people go all out.” Demetrius paused for a moment before continuing. “I think I know a place we can go.”
“What is this event for?” I asked curiously.
“It’s a fundraiser for the State Arts Society Council. With our company being one of the main benefactors of their funding, we must make a great public appearance.”
“Do you enjoy attending these events?”
He laughed softly to himself, his low voice humming through me. “I used to hate them. I felt very out of place, like I didn’t belong, especially when I first founded the company. Now, I’d say it’s more like a skill one needs to understand and master—socializing and fundraising. I use these events to perfect that skill for the benefit of our dancers.”
“That makes sense,” I replied. “You’re always putting everyone else’s needs above your own. It’s very selfless and caring towards those you’re in charge of. I admire that.”
He drove in silence for a brief moment before replying. “Thank you, I’m pleased that’s how you see me.”
Our eyes connected for a split second before he looked back on the road.
“Ivy, I feel we’ve not really had a chance to connect deeper yet. I hope you know that’s not a lack of interest on my part. I just want to make sure the pack’s taken care of.”
“I get it,” I said, then added. “But won’t taking care of the pack be my job eventually? Will I be in your way?”
