“Guys, this is ahairconvention. Not a United Nations meeting,” I whisper as we quickly approach the entrance, and two guards dressed in impeccable black suits immediately lock onto my pack.
I clear my throat, and one of them finally looks down at me. “Hi.” I smile, pulling out my lanyard—
“Qui est en charge de la sécurité sur ce site?”
Is he… Is Sylvan speaking French?
I grab Luc’s hand, tugging until he leans down. “Sylvan can speak French?!”
He grins. “All of us can, cariño.”
I blink up at him. “You’re joking.”
“Non.”
That one word is enough to make my stomach swoon. But my gaze falls back to Sylvan as he continues speaking to the guard, already deep in fluent conversation.
Then Val steps forward, adding something low and precise, also in heart-fluttering French.
I stare at them, lips parted. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
But when Kaiden moves to join, his French is sharp, his expression turning stern, and the guards instinctively step back.
At this rate, we’ll either be banned or never make it inside.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say loud enough for all the smooth French speaking to stop.
I hold my pass above my head as I wedge in between my alphas, still gripping Luc’s hand, and flash the French guards an apologetic smile. “Merci.”
Then, as the instigator, I grab Sylvan’s shirt and pull him with me too.
Once again, showing his intelligence, Sylvan makes the right decision to allow me to drag him away.
After a few steps down the hallway, he takes my hand to entwine our fingers together.
“Sorry. Are you mad?” Sylvan asks, his soft voice already pulling at my heart—
“Nah, Syl. Our omega was justreallyenjoying your French.”
I stop walking, turning to glare at Luc, but he just winks. I pull in my lips to stop my smile.
“I was stopping any… escalation,” I say.
Sylvan lifts my hand suddenly, pressing his lips lightly against my knuckles. “Tu aimes quand je parle français, chérie?”
My stomach flips, but I narrow my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Sylvan Vale.” He smiles against my hand. Clearly, my scowl has failed. “But I’m about to be usingverysharp shears on stage. Don’t make me a safety risk.”
“¿Te gusta, sí?” Luc’s breath ghosts my ear, sounding far too pleased with himself as he closes in until my back is against the nearest wall. “¿Sigo?”
Then he leans down and kisses me, pressing against my front, making it very clear of his intent when he grinds his hardening cock against me.
Sylvan joins in almost as fast, his mouth against my jaw, grazing my cheek as he lands on my ear and nips the lobe.
“Not here.”
I open my eyes to Valentin’s grumble. Luc laughs in response but stops, licking his lips as he stares at my mouth.
When Val holds out his hand, I take the escape, but as he pulls me out from between Luciano and Sylvan, he inhales, and those hazel eyes twist with blackening desire.
