“Contracts.” He cracks his neck. “I signed stupid shit that I didn’t understand when I was too young to know better. Over the years, I guess I just accepted that I was stuck.” He looks off into the distance. “The fans like the three of us together. I don’t think they’d support me alone.”
“Bullshit!” Tae cough. “Don’t you remember how packed Club Knotty was? They were all there for you.”
“Club Knotty is a little different to a stadium tour,” Jagger points out. “Everyone just wanted to see the celebrity student.”
“But your music is amazing,” I tell him. “The lyrics you’ve shared with me are unbelievably good.”
Jagger fidgets with the cap of the lube. “Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll leave them.”
“Hopefully sooner rather than later,” Nash mutters.
Jagger spins again, and it stops on Nash. “Your turn, big guy.”
“Dare.”
“Okay, I’ve got one!” Tae claps his hand. “Paint your nails pink.”
“Not happening.” Nash pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled chest with a dusting of blond hair.
“That’s only one piece of clothing,” I point out.
He smirks as he pulls off a sock and flings it in Tae’s direction. “Happy now, omega?”
“No one wants to see your hairy toes!” Tae cries. “Next!”
“Truth,” I decide this time when it lands on me.
“Which of us is the hottest?” Tae rubs his hands together mischievously.
I don’t answer. Instead, I reach for the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head. Tae’s breath hitches, Nash’s Adam’s apple bobs hard, and Jagger bites his lip in that sexy way that makes me want to kiss him again.
“Wow.” Jagger’s heated gaze skims over me. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“That’s only one piece of clothing,” Nash calls me on it like I just did him.
I roll my eyes and peel off my tights, taking my time as I unveil my curvy thighs.
The alpha pheromones are making me positively dizzy, and I can smell my own perfume, cloying in the air. The promise of what’s to come hanging between us. “Happy now,alpha?”
Nash’s jaw clenches before he licks his lips. A shiver of desire settles in my core at the look on his face that makes me feel like I’ve been cornered by a wolf ready to devour its prey in the best possible way.
“Whose turn is it next?” I manage to ask.
“Wh—” Realization dawns on Jagger’s face. “Right. Back to the game.”
Nash spins the bottle, though I don’t need to be psychic to know it’s the last thing on any of our minds.
The bottle lands on Jagger. “Dare.”
“I dare you to make Delilah feel good,” Tae announces with a wicked grin. “Using only your mouth.”
“Challenge accepted,” Jagger agrees, before hesitating, head swiveling to me. “If you’re okay with it?”
I nod as he takes my ankle in his hand and kisses it before slowly making his way up my calf. He caresses my leg with his mouth then peppers kisses up my inner thighs. My breathing quickens, watching his head settle between my legs. I moan when his hot breath tickles my pussy through my panties, causing my hips to jerk, demanding more. His mouth settles over the top of the fabric, kissing the wetness and nuzzling his face against me.
“You can’t use your hands,” Tae reminds him.
“But I can.” I slide my panties off and drop the wet lace in front of Nash, who lets out a groan as I part my legs wider.
