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“You’ll cook, huh?” Rian said from his reclined position on the couch, the annoying smile still plastered on his face.
“Yes, I’ll cook,” I said from the doorway.
“You don’t just want to take her, I don’t know,Chez Valentin?”
He knew me too well. Ididjust want to take her toChez Valentin. The restaurant was private, and expensive, and the wine there was unsurpassed: the perfect place to take a date who you wanted to impress, and then get naked, in quick succession. I had many fond memories of evenings ensconced in the semi-privacy of a table there with Rian, in fact.
“That would scare her off,” I conceded. “She’s not used to…” I gestured around to us, our house.
“I think so, yes,” he said, nodding. “For now, at least. But I think she might surprise you. Us. I suspect under that tough beta shell she has there’s an omega justbeggingto be… hmm…released?” He stroked himself through his pants once again, my eyes leaving his face for his bulge.
“You’re so subtle, you know that?” I said.
“You need me to make it a little bit more obvious?” he responded, and I smiled.
“Yeah, baby. I need you to tell me exactly what you want,” I said, but Rian was already walking toward the door, his lower lip pink where he bit it between his white teeth.
“You, me,” he said. “Bedroom? Now?”
I didn’t take orders from my beta.
But in this case… I would make an exception.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Madison
I wasn’tsure what to expect, as Gray pulled up outside my apartment building in a black car that looked like just the insurance on it cost more than my rent. It smelled expensive too, when I sank into the passenger seat, like leather and polish and, of course, the rich scent of Gray himself: coffee, dark and deep, and that musky scent that only alphas had, the one that sent a flutter of excitement up and down my spine and made my heart beat fast behind my ribs.
This was a bad idea,I thought, watching his hands grip the steering wheel and navigate deftly through the city streets. I looked away from his hands, to his profile: his jaw was strong and sharp, his nose straight. His lips were on the thin side, not like Rian’s, which had that sexy pout built-in. None of that mattered, though, when he turned to glance at me; it was his gaze that made him so attractive, almost mesmerizing.
“Thanks for agreeing to dinner tonight, Madison,” he said in a low murmur that made me want to lean closer. “You look beautiful.”
It would have sounded trite from someone else, but from him–with his scent of coffee in my nose and hands running across the leather of the steering wheel as he turned onto a wider street–it made my heart race. I had tried to dress up a little, wearing a short-ish black skirt and a nice-ish sweater. I thought I looked a little flirty, but not like I was trying too hard. After all, I had made a point of telling them all that this was specifically not a date, that I didn’t need–or want–to be romanced, but… I wanted them to like me, obviously. I wanted them towantme.
They wouldn’thaveto want me, if I kept this up. I could feel my body reacting to the alpha’s presence, slick pooling somewhere inside me, my perfume sweetening with arousal. They’d be practically drooling for an omega, any omega, to stick their dicks into, before long, if I kept smelling likethis.
That’s the point,I reminded myself.That’s the whole reason you’re doing this, going to eat dinner at a pack’s house, and, presumably, have…dessert, too.I had even worn my sexiest underwear on purpose–a lacy pink thong and a matching bra that I had bought for a Valentine’s Day with Brent years ago. It had been a while since I’d worn them, and the bra was a little small now–maybe my boobs had grown after my presentation, or maybe I had just gained weight and curves, I didn’t know. I knew what I was doing. Sort of, at least–I was getting woozy in the close confines of the car, unable to tear my eyes away from Gray’s hands on the steering wheel or my thoughts from how he would feel against me, inside me. Warmth was building in my stomach and between my legs, and I could feel the flush rising from my chest to my cheeks. His coffee scent permeated the vehicle, and I was drowning in it, my breathing shallow. I shouldn’t have worn a sweater–it was warm in the car. Gray must have had seat heaters. I squirmed in my seat, and he glanced over at me.
“You okay, baby?” he asked.
“Mmhmm,” I said, but it came out as a whine. I tried again. “Yeah,” I breathed.
He looked over at me again, this time, his eyes searching before he looked back at the road. “When’s your heat supposed to be?”
I couldn’t remember–it was hard to remember, with Gray so close to me, with his scent in my nose, with his cock right there, right under that zipper, so–
“Hey,” he said. A cool breeze blew across my face, and I realized I’d been staring at his lap. He’d rolled down the windows. “Madison. When’s your heat supposed to be?”
I tried to do the math through the fog in my head. “Next week. I think.”
“You think?”
“Yeah–Yeah, I’m pretty sure. But, they said it could come early, or late, since… Because it’s only my second one.” I watched as his hands tightened on the wheel, unable to stop the sigh that escaped me. Fuck, he was sexy. Why were his hands so sexy? Rian’s hands were sexy, too, the way they had tangled in my hair. I tried to think of Lucas’s hands, but couldn’t remember noticing them, until I recalled the way he had adjusted his cock in his shorts the other day. I leaned back in my seat, my knees falling open slightly, letting myself luxuriate in the feeling of blood pounding through my veins, making my clit throb. Lucas would feel so good–he was so big, I could tell, and Rian had told me so. Would Gray notice if I just touched myself, just for a moment? He was driving. I peeked over. His eyes were fixed firmly on the road. His profile was so gorgeous, and he was so… competent. Alpha. I slid my hand over my skirt from my thigh, down into the space between my legs.
“Madison–”
I whined. “I like it when you call me baby. Rian likes it, too, he told me, he told me you–”
