Page 123 of Just Wait

Several couples and single women dance to the techno the club put on after Liminal’s performance.

I’m still buzzing from that whole ordeal. At first, it really was terrifying, but it was also a lot of fun after I got over the fear that I would get in Riser’s way.

The man in question stands next to one of the high-top tables, drinking a bottle of water and talking to a small group of guys.

“You really like him,” Malcolm says against my ear, and it doesn’t sound like a question. He pulls my ass back into his erection using his hold on my hips.

“I do,” I admit. “And I like you just as much.”

“That’s a good thing,” Mal says, spinning me to face him.

Those hoops in his nose and the dimples that appear in his cheeks as he grins only make my knees weaker.

The makeup lady knew exactly what she was doing when she did his eyeliner. It’s dark and smoky, a little smudged from how badly he was sweating on stage, but it only enhances his sex appeal.

“I meant it’s a good thing that you’re into Riser,” Mal says, sliding his knee between mine. “Like really into him. He had a horrible breakup with his ex, which you know. He always takes care of the rest of us, and I think he needs someone to choose him, not just accept him. Does that make sense?” His hands tease down my ass, cupping my cheeks before pulling me apart and bringing me back together. “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone who was using Ry to get to me and K.”

“I’m not an omega,” I say, my head tilting as a terrible thought occurs to me. “You know that, right?”

“I never said you were.” Malcolm’s eyebrows rise as his forehead wrinkles. “I mean, I wondered at first. I’ve never seen you take suppressants or use scent blockers, so I figured you must be a beta. That doesn’t matter to me.” He pulls me even closer, grinding my panties over his knee. “I like you. We have so much in common. You smell better than any omega I’ve ever scented. I get hints of roses and pears, but there are these electric, stormy undertones that I’m obsessed with.”

My jaw falls, and I try to find my voice, but no words come out.

He smells the same way to me.

“I always thought only alphas and omegas could be scent matches,” Malcolm says, staring straight into my eyes. “But you’re mine. I’m sure of it. Maybe more than a scent match. I’m addicted to the way you smell, but I like you even more now that I know you as a person. Hell, I followed you around for days, trying to get you to notice me.”

My stomach twists uncomfortably.

Malcolm is so earnest that I want to believe him, but I also understand how the world works for alphas and omegas. And I especially know how things go for betas who break the rules and fall for them.

“I like you too,” I choke out. “A lot.”

A dazzling smile breaks out on his face, and he slams his lips to mine. His hands flex on my ass, and my dress rides up as he digs his fingers in. It makes my core ache, and a cool breeze tickles my ass cheeks.

The man knows how to distract me by wrecking my self-control. He grinds me over his knee, kissing me far too sensually when we’re located in a club full of people, but it’s also easy to get lost in the moment.

These men are going to destroy me before all of this is over, but I’m already far too addicted to walk away.

“Can I cut in?” Kincaid asks in his low, gravelly tone. “You’ve been monopolizing all of Lumen’s time, and you’ve got a line of women desperate to ask for your autograph and a selfie.”

A dangerous growl rattles out of Malcolm’s chest, and I jolt as he pulls his tongue from my mouth.

I’m not scared of him.

It was just shocking.

“Hey, don’t growl at me,” Kincaid says. “You picked this job. We’ve done our best to keep the fans busy, but some of them clearly want to leave, and you’re the only signature they’re missing.”

“I would be one of those people ruthlessly waiting to get your signature,” I admit, patting Malcolm’s forearm as his fingers dig into my hip. “Don’t disappoint the fans. It won’t take too long.”

“Man, I want a real vacation after this tour.” Mal sighs, rolling his eyes. He leans in close, pecking a kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry. K will take good care of you while I’m busy. Won’t you, Kincaid?”

Kincaid smirks. “Definitely.”

If Malcolm is playful and enthusiastic, Kincaid is intense and downright sinful. Malcolm would not stop massaging my ass, but Kincaid seems to be a big fan of my hips and thighs. Not to mention that roll of softness on my lower stomach that this dress hides perfectly.

While my ass is to K, he continually cups my belly, pulling my back to his chest. When I’m facing him, he teases his hands up the outside of my thighs before sliding the backs of his fingers dangerously close to my pussy and back down again.