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I don't move away from Finn. If anything, I stay closer, keeping my words just under the music so he has to stay where he is to hear me. My hand slides back and finds Leith's thigh without looking. He goes still under my palm.

"I love this song," I say, eyes still on Finn. “Do you dance?”

Finn’s eyes cut to Leith. Only for a second, but I catch the look. There’s the faintest trace of panic there. The look of a man suddenly aware of how far he’s stepped from his comfort zone. But his scent tells a different story. It’s deep and rich and currently threatening to drown everyone at the table.

Leith holds his gaze for exactly one second, then he cuts it to me. Without a word, he stands and offers both hands, one to me, one to Finn. He steers us to the dancefloor—one large hand at my back, the other at Finn’s shoulder.

The dance floor is packed, hot, and perfect. There’s just enough space for me to slip between the two of them. Leith takes a step back, crosses his arms, and watches. He doesn’t care that he’s taking up too much space in an area that has none to give.

Finn and I face each other in the strobing lights. He looks like a fever dream. All sharp angles and pale skin and those blue eyes that don't quite know where to land. The music is deep and insistent, and the crowd presses us closer together by default. I don’t fight it.

I step into his space, finding the rhythm, letting my body do what it wants to, which is move closer. His rain-soaked scent wraps around me instantly.

He goes still for one heartbeat. Then he moves. Careful at first. His hands hover awkwardly until I reach back, take both, and place them exactly where I want them: left on my hip, right lower, at the curve of my ass.

He tenses hard. Every muscle in him goes tight for one suspended second. Then he settles, pulling me tighter. His scent thickens and floods the tiny space between us.

I slide my hands up his chest, pull his head down until my mouth grazes his cheek, my breath hot against his ear. “Just let the music take you,” I say.

He misses two full beats of the song. His hard cock is obvious against my belly now, and his grip on my ass tightens, pulling me in so I’m grinding slow and deliberate against his length. He’s shy, but he’s not pulling away. Not even close.

I glance over my shoulder. Leith is no longer standing back and watching. I feel him before I see him. There’s nothing, and then suddenly there’s a wall of warmth at my back, woodsmoke cutting through the beta spray and the crowd-heat and everything else. His hands find my hips from behind. He doesn't ease into it. He arrives, body pressed tight to mine. I am exactly where I have thought about being since the elevator. Finn at my front. Leith at my back.

The music moves through all three of us like a current. Finn’s forehead drops to mine. His breath is ragged, eyes half-closed, scent pouring off him in waves. Leith’s chest is firm against my shoulders, his hips rolling slow and steady against my ass, letting me feel exactly how interested he is.

We stay like that through two more songs. Maybe three. Time is not really doing normal things right now. Then Leith dips his head. His mouth finds my ear, warm breath cutting through the noise of everything. He pulls Finn in with one hand so we're all close, close, close. "Let's go to your place, Twenty-A."

I tip my head back against his shoulder, looking up at him, then at Finn. Those pale blue eyes are dark now, pupils blown wide with want and that delicious shyness that makes me want to ruin him.

Instead of answering with words, I slide one hand up Finn’s chest, fist his shirt, and pull his mouth down to mine. It’s not a gentle kiss. I lick into his mouth like I’ve been starving for it, tongue sliding hot and wet against his. He makes a shocked little sound that vibrates straight down to my clit, then opens for me, letting me take what I want. His taste is rain and green things and pure alpha, and I moan into his mouth because, fuck, it’s even better than I imagined.

Finn kisses me back like he’s drowning. His hands grip my ass harder, yanking me flush against the thick line of his cock. I grind down on him shamelessly, rolling my hips in time with the beat, feeling every inch of how hard he is for me.

I bite his lower lip just hard enough to make him gasp, then dive back in deeper, messier. Our mouths are slick, tongues tangled, and I can feel the way his breath stutters every time I rock against his erection. He’s trying so hard to stay controlled, but his scent is going wild and it’s making my omega preen and slick like a fucking faucet.

Leith’s low chuckle rumbles against my back, one thick hand sliding up my side possessively while the other stays anchored on my hip, holding me right where they both want me. He doesn’t interrupt. He just watches us devour each other, his cock a hard, steady pressure against my ass.

When I finally pull back, Finn’s lips are swollen and shiny, his chest heaving. He looks like he’d let me do anything I wanted to him right here on the dance floor. But there are too many people here, and only my omega gets to see him when he loses control.

At least for tonight.

I lick my lips slowly, tasting him. “Yes.” The word comes out rough. “My place. Now.”

ten

Finn

“Make yourself comfortable.” Cammie steps out of her heels and tosses her purse on a table.

Her apartment is in Grant Towers. The building is upscale and sleek on the outside. Inside, however, is pure Cammie. Bright colors everywhere. Bold abstract art on the walls, a bright orange velvet couch that I would never consider on my own, and shelves crammed with books and little quirky statues. There are at least ten pairs of earrings scattered like she took them off and forgot where she put them. My eyes don’t know where to land first. It feels loud in a way that somehow comforts me instead of scaring me away. Exactly like the omega currently kicking off her shoes and tossing her keys onto a glittering tray.

Leith moves like he’s been here before, which, to my knowledge, he has not. His cousin Lucy lives somewhere in this building. That’s how he ran into Cammie the first time, in the elevator. I still remember the night he came home two weeks ago smelling like vanilla and lavender, thick and sweet and warm all over his clothes and skin. I’d barely let him get the door shut before I had my hands on him, burying my face in his neck, licking the scent off his throat like a starving man. He’d laughed that low, quiet laugh of his and let me rut against his thigh until I came in my jeans like a teenager.

Tonight that same vanilla-lavender scent is even stronger. My cock has been half-hard since the dance floor and it’s only getting worse.

I hover inside the doorway, trying not to look as out of place as I feel. This apartment is nothing like our quiet, minimalist place. Everything here screams fun and confident and take-no-prisoners. Just like her.

Leith and I are part of a pack of four alphas, but only the two of us have ever been more than that to each other. Beck and Piers are like brothers to me. Leith is… more. We’re the same, in a lot of ways. Both too quiet for our own good; me because opening my mouth usually feels like stepping off a cliff, and him because he simply doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. Finding an omega who fits has always felt impossible. Until tonight.