Graham ducks his head slightly, clearly pleased.
Glasses clink. I take a sip of champagne. Bubbles race across my tongue. This is nice.
Then Graham sets his glass down. “We never finished discussing your heat boundaries.”
Champagne goes down the wrong pipe and I cough violently.
Across the table Saint mutters, “Fuck, Graham.”
I wipe my mouth with my napkin, eyes watering. “Are we really doing this now? In a restaurant?”
Graham blinks at me. “Well, yes. We’re all together. It seems like a logical time.”
Of course he would think that.
Silas leans back in his chair, completely unbothered. “Graham said your heat will likely come sooner rather than later.”
“It’s always been like clockwork. I still have four weeks.”
My stomach twists. Four weeks sounds like a long time. It isn’t.
Silas cups my cheek with his thick hand. “Maybe so. But we should still know your boundaries. What you like, what you don’t. Before it’s too late.”
I stare at the tablecloth, heat creeping up my neck. Boardrooms I command, but sex… Outside of heats with my friend’s pack, my sexual experiences have been pretty slim. Graham’s the most regular partner I’ve ever had. There was one vanilla boyfriend in college. Aside from that… Boundaries? I haven’t mapped them yet.
“I mean, I’m sure it’s all fine. It’s not like I’ll know what’s happening, anyway.”
“We will,” Silas says gently.
My gaze lifts to his.
He leans forward and whispers so only I can hear. “Daddy won’t let anything happen you don’t consent to.”
Ridiculous omega that I am, I perfume. Right there in the middle of Pascal’s. I’ve really got to get a hold on this daddy fetish.
Three different scents answer immediately. Whiskey, chocolate, ginger. All of them. Even Saint.
Several heads turn my way, and all three of my alphas growl until no one even dares to dart their eyes in my direction.
Once he’s calmer, Silas turns back to me. “We’re waiting, Lark.”
I swallow. “I don’t think I will like pain,” I finally admit.
“So no spanking?” The words leave Saint’s mouth quick. Then he freezes in obvious mortification.
I blink at him. Saint just voluntarily entered a conversation about my heat preferences. I’m going to need a second.
“Well… maybe light spanking,” I say carefully. “Just nothing that would bruise or hurt too much.”
“But have you even been spanked?” Graham asks a little too loudly, causing a few brave heads to turn.
“Jesus, Graham,” Saint hisses. “Keep your voice down.” He glances around the room like he’s assessing exits.
Silas hides a small smile behind his glass. “What else?” he asks. “Will you be okay with bondage?”
I think about that. I liked when Silas tied me to the bed. A lot. “I would like to try it,” I finally say. “If that’s your thing.”
Silas purrs in satisfaction. “Sometimes.”
