“That’s a fun piece,” I exclaimed, reviewing all the hand passes and grabs.
Preston chuckled softly. “I hated this piece last year. Told Dem I never wanted to do it again.”
“Why? It’s a lot of fun,” I looked at him, confused.
“I danced with two different partners last season, and neither could quite get the hand sequence down or execute at the speed needed.”
He sighed, looking over at me. “I suspect past performances will become insignificant to me very soon. Anyways,” he stood, adding a little stretch and giving my shoulders a small squeeze. “I have a photoshoot with Lukas in ten minutes. I’ll let Isaac know we’ve finished early.”
“Sounds good,” I stretched out my neck, excited to work with Isaac next. I knew his chaos would bring forth something amazing, and I was eager for his energy.
***
Isaac
I entered the second studio, and Ivy’s scent hit me like a solar flare. She’d clearly been rehearsing in this studio earlier.
Standing in the corner, she had one leg propped on top of the barre and was folding over it, stretching. I’d seen a thousand different girls do that stretch, but seeing my mate fold like that ignited a need inside me. She looked over to me as I approached, shooting me a smile and releasing her leg from the barre.
“Hey!” she greeted me with her chipper expression. Sweat clung to her leotard, along with a bit of Preston’s scent.
“Ivy, how was your first rehearsal?” I asked, trying to maintain my composure. Her scent slowly coiled its way inside me, stirring up every raw nerve I had. I didn’t know whether to kiss her or throw something. My god, was I going to be able to handle this courting crap?
“It was good! I know the choreography, I just need to rehearse a bit more,” she answered casually, not even aware of the effect she was having on me.
“That’s good,” I said, looking over the sweat on her body again. Fine, I’ll admit I was really just looking at her body. “Ivy, I need something from you.”
“Sure, what’s up?” She tilted her head curiously, those green eyes of hers looking at me so innocently.
I shouldn’t—this wouldn’t help—but god, I needed her.
I picked her up and placed her on top of the ballet barre, wrapping my arms around her waist and stepping close to her body. Her eyes grew wide at me as she gasped slightly.
“Your scent is driving me crazy. It’s all over this room. I need…something. Can you slap me or throw water on me or something?” My eyes locked with hers as a playful smile spread across her face.
“How’s this?” She reached for the back of my head and pulled my lips down on top of hers. An explosion of lust hit me hard. Oh god, would this make me more agitated?
Our tongues connected as she pulled me closer. Soft little moans escaped from her mouth, so captivating. I felt the rush from taking in her kiss; a million different thoughts exploded in my mind before peace settled over me.
Finally, she kissed me, and I could kiss her back now. With each new milestone we reached, the craving to be with her grew stronger and stronger.
It wasn’t just this kiss, though. I was beginning to care about Ivy—a lot—and that scared me. All four of us had avoided serious relationships these past few years. I didn’t want to be entangled with a woman if my omega showed up.
Now that my omega was here, I was completely drawn to her, and I struggled with how to handle it—physically and mentally. Everyone agreed to take this slowly, but there was an aching need for her to complete me.
I released our kiss, satisfied as hell. Finally, I could focus clearly again.
“Feeling better?” she smirked as she brushed some lipstick off my lips.
“Much better…at least for now,” I sighed, lifting her off the barre and back on the floor. “You have to take care of me, you know? I require lots of kisses and attention. I’m very high maintenance.”
“Should I be taking notes?” she joked, grabbing my arm as we walked to the center of the studio.
“Possibly, I’ll let you know what else I require as we get there.” I winked at her. “Let’s get started.” My mind was quickly picturing the way her body moved against mine. Yeah, I had some new ideas here.
***
Ivy
