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“Must be the company.”
Dom’s grip digs into my hip. “My brother used to compliment you. Now that I see the real thing, I understand why they’re replacing you with that spitfire.”
Am I that easy to read? I grit through a jaw rigid as rebar. “An addition. Not a replacement.”
“She’d make a lovely addition to my own pack. Not that a piece of pussy can replace my brother, no matter how sweet.”
That same strange growl rises inside me, fierce and protective. “Don’t even think about—”
“I’m going to enjoy taking revenge from your flesh.” He claws into my hip. “And from hers.”
A soft, female voice cuts through Dom’s threats. “May I have this dance?”
I turn to find the dancefloor still exists. Lilah stands with Atlas and a security team at her back, offering me a hand. Tearing away from Dom’s clinging fingers, I pull her against my chest, letting her warmth, and the true neutral of her scent wash off the feeling of being squeezed by a boa.
She hugs my waist while shooting Dom the fiercest glare I’ve ever seen on an omega.
“We have to ask you to leave, sir,” says the alpha in charge of security.
Dom lifts his hands. “Just having a talk with new friends.”
“Get the fuck out,” Atlas growls.
“See you soon, omegas.” Dom smiles razor blades before sauntering off, looking like he’s escorting security instead of the other way around.
“Stay together,” Atlas bites out. “Hunter’s watching. We’ll sweep to make sure Dom and his guys are all gone.”
“That guy gives me the fucking creeps,” Lilah says, starting to pull back.
“Dance?” I ask, not letting her slip too far away. Something settles inside me when I have her in my arms, looking up at me in concern instead of the hatred she owes me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She sniffs, testing my scent, which is probably a fucking wreck. “We can just sway at the edge of the floor.”
“I’ll feel better if we move.” I swing her into my arms. The music is some kind of uppity waltz. Most of the couples swirling are older pairs, alpha and omega.
But when Lilah moves against me, flowing like water to the music, I don’t feel mismatched. We fit like dovetails.
I’m not the greatest dancer. Scorpio made the guys and me take lessons in grooming us to take over the business, and I just memorized the steps so I wouldn’t get my ass kicked.
Lilah follows my lead so naturally, I feel like an old-timey movie star.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe, finally clearing my head of Dom’s scaly fucking nightmare scent.
“How did you learn ballroom?” Lilah asks, a satisfying ring of pleasure in her voice as she twirls like my old Hollywood costar.
“Too many lessons. These schmooze parties are par for the fucking course.” We mostly stopped making the rounds after my awakening. Now with Lilah in the mix, Scorpio’s finally setting us up to take over Wyvern House.
I thought I’d hate the added pressure, but with Lilah, nothing feels out of place. The always-there tension bleeds out of me, and instead of leaning back in the right ballroom posture, I lean into her. Lilah presses a soft cheek to my neck, her ear tickling Atlas’s mate mark in a melting kind of perfection.
Finn and Hunter watch from the edge of the floor, following our whirling path, and their coiled stillness says they’re not looking because they want to keep us safe. They’re looking because they’re caught.
Because they can’t turn away.
Maybe from Lilah. Maybe from the sight of us together.
My dick perks up.
The pack would get off so hard watching us together for real. Watching me peel off Lilah’s dress in the pack bed and taste every inch of her.
