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“Just say it Sade.”
She sets down her drink and considers for a second. “Okay, you can’t get mad at me, because you’re making me say this… but. Maybe you want to stay in town because they’re here. Maybe some little part of you is still hoping that they’ll come to their senses and break their bond with the she-devil we never mention and maybe, just maybe, you’re sticking around to finally get your happy ending.”
I don’t think I could be more surprised than if she’d slapped me. My face flushes hot with… mortification, I think. Embarrassed to be found out so easily. I’ve spent so long being angry, upset, railing against Pack Werth and all the pain they caused me, that I convinced myself that there is no way they would want me, that I want them… not anymore…
But I’ve been lying to myself for years.
“You absolute bitch. How dare you call me on my bullshit like that? I thought we were friends.”
Sadie gives me a look that’s not quite pitying, but darn close, as she pats my hand. “Sorry. I just had to say it like it is. You know, that’s the only way I roll.”
She swallows the rest of her drink in one gulp and then hops off the stool, dragging me with her. “Come on. I did my duty as your friend to point out your flaws. Let’s go dance.”
I let her pull me off of my stool and out of the VIP area to the dance floor below. I don’t miss that she tosses a look over her shoulder at the two men still in the booth, before we get out of sight.
With my hand clasped in hers, we weave through the sweating, writhing masses until we’re nearly in the center. The club is full of alphas and betas. I’m sure there are omegas too, but they’re probably using suppressants like I am, or they’re mated and all the unmated alphas know to stay away.
Once we’ve reached what she deems as the perfect spot, she spins toward me and tugs me into her body, wiggling against me, trying to get me to loosen up until I laugh and do just that, tossing my hands up and flipping my head around. She whoops and grins, grabbing my hips and making me shimmy with her.
I have no idea how long we’ve been dancing song after song. Sweat drips down my brow and soaks into my shirt and I’m so glad that Sadie made me check my coat and my purse at the door.
When a Liam Cordova song comes on, I screech in delight and look for Sadie, expecting her to be right there with me, but she’s a few feet away, the two men from upstairs on either side of her. I blink at the way their bodies move together. Jesus, they might as well be fucking right here on the dance floor.
My friend glances up and catches my eye, giving me a little what can I do about it? wink, before she trails her lips over the beta’s jaw, while the alpha behind her nuzzles into her neck. I spin away, not particularly wanting to watch my friend be the center of a sex sandwich in public and keep dancing by myself, mouthing along to the lyrics, tossing my hair wildly.
Strong hands grip my hips, pulling me back into a hard body. Sadie, still in front of me though sandwiched between the alpha and the beta from upstairs, meets my eyes, ready to step in if I need her to. I give a slight shake of my head. I recognize the hands, the faint whiff of apples and cinnamon, battling through the descenter that drenches the club.
Lips touch my ear, hot air gusting over my temple. “Angel,” Asher rasps.
A shiver works over my body, peaking my nipples and igniting heat between my legs. Thank god for the chemicals in the air, or Asher would know exactly what he’s doing to me. I press into him farther, grinding my ass against his lap and the hard length there.
It’s a mistake. I know it. But the alcohol in my blood is making me feel loose, carefree. It’s making me feel brave and… desperate. Desperate to grab on to whatever part of them they’ll let me have.
They were mine once. He was mine once and I deserve this.
More than that, I need it.
I know it’s not going to last. It can’t. He has a complete pack, and as much as my body and my omega might think I need this pack to live, I don’t. I’ve survived without them, and I’ll survive when they’re gone again. I just… have to remember to keep my emotional distance, to not read too much into anything.
I’m just… so damn lonely.
And the only ones who can make me feel not lonely are the five men who broke my heart.
I spin in his arms, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. His dark eyes cascade over me, hot and hungry. We’re so close I can feel his cock digging into my stomach and I’m sure he can feel the hard pebbles of my nipples against his chest.
I deserve this, I think, mind hazy with alcohol and heat and the writhing bodies around us. I deserve one more kiss from him.
His hands flex on my hips, slide to my ass to steady me as I push up to my toes, using my grip on his neck to pull him down. His eyes widen in surprise when he realizes what I’m about to do and maybe that should have been my clue that this is a bad idea.
But I don’t stop, don’t slow down. I just press a greedy kiss to his plush lips, letting out a groan at the contact. It feels so good. So fucking right. My omega is sitting up and shouting and clapping and, honestly, spreading her legs in anticipation of his knot, so it takes me a while to realize… he’s not kissing me back.
Rule 13: If she kisses you, kiss her back… idiot
I pause for too long. I realize it as soon as Vee makes a pained noise and pulls away from me, hurt and tears shimmering in her eyes. But then they melt and they’re replaced with disgust. With me? With herself? I have no fucking clue.
She shakes her head, her fingers coming up to press against her mouth, rubbing her lips like she’s trying to rid herself of any vestiges of me.
“I’m sorry.” She chokes the words, emotion clogging her throat. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean… Fuck. I have to go.”
