Page 37 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Lyric choked on her internal reply and avoided their gazes as she began moving to the beat. She refused to think about it as she swayed back and forth, and eventually, they matched her pace. Warmth caged her in on both sides, and she blinked her eyes open to Adra.

The low lighting did nothing to stop her from noticing how damned attractive he was. Eyes deep as cocoa were framed by long, dark lashes, and his lips were full and soft-looking. She bet they were velvety, perfect for sipping from like a sweet treat.

Dropping her gaze before he caught her stare, she noticed she was face-to-chest for the first time. Her head barely came to the top of his pecs, and he absolutely towered over her. In fact…

With a glance behind her, she confirmed Emerson was about the same height. If they were to kiss, they’d absolutely smother her between their chests.

Wouldn’t be the worst way to go…

Desperate to escape her thoughts, she glanced up, lips parted as she tried to come up with another question about… anything. But she stopped.

Where heat flickered to life in her veins like stray sparks of a match, Adra’s gaze was a dip into a lukewarm pond on a summer night. She barely registered his touch on her hips, he was holding her so lightly, so gently.

Emerson’s feet knocked into hers, and as he mumbled a curse, she giggled before he did it again and knocked her forward.

“Fuck, sorry,” he blurted, and Lyric burst into giggles.

“He really doesn’t dance,” Adra rumbled above her.

“I’m learning that,” she replied.

Adra’s grip was firmer now as he steadied her against his chest, and she pushed away with a smile to stare up at him.

He was staring down at her, bewildered, like she was some strange creature he hadn’t seen before.

“I’m not that scary, am I?” she asked.

“Not as scary as this damned dancing is,” Emerson answered behind her.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Emerson’s hands from behind and put them on her hips.

“I doubt you’d find anything scary, Emerson. Just sway with the beat, it’s not rocket science.”

“Yeah, says the musical genius,” he grumbled back.

“How can a musician be bad at dancing?” she asked Adra, completely ignoring Emerson.

Adra’s deep chuckle vibrated his body against hers, and for a split second, she was relieved all over again to learn that they weren’t totally out of her reach.

Which told her just how dangerous it was to get involved with these two.

“See? You’ve got the hang of it,” Adra murmured as Emerson finally stopped bumping into her, and instead started moving with her. She was still squished between them, their heat blanketing her from both sides, and arousal sparked to life.

Lyric tried to ignore it, tried to push it away and focus on the music, but her song faded from the sound system.

Much to her relief, an upbeat song replaced it, and Emerson jumped away from them.

“I don’t dance to this, princess” he said, and sank into his chair like he’d found land after a long excursion at sea.

Lyric grinned up at Adra, thankful for the distraction. “You’re welcome to join us,” she tempted him.

Backing away, she let his hands fall from her hips, but she still felt the ghost of his touch. He held her gaze until she bumped into Desi and Nohen, who pulled her into their dance shenanigans.

When she glanced back a few moments later, Adra was reseated beside Emerson.

One day you’re going to find a nice alpha, one who’ll write songs about you. You’ll join his pack and you’ll have a perfect life. You’ll be the most spoiled omega ever. Just wait.

As her mother’s words drifted through her mind, the soft cloud of the alcohol induced buzz she’d been floating on came crashing back to earth.