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“You’ll come wherever I want?”
“I mean…” He bites the corner of his lip. “I’m not offering anything I won’t follow through on. Whatever pack you choose for your heat, I’ll be there. To participate. To chaperone. Anything you want or need, I’m yours.”
I try to breathe through the sudden hitch in my throat. “Just don’t scare away my offers.”
“Your offers are creaming themselves.” Orion presses so close his breath feathers my throat. “See?”
Alphas give us their growliest attention, and packs huddle, whispering and watching our every move.
Wyvern Pack is the worst.
Hunter keeps barking at Finn to focus and put away his knives while Jett hits me with a black hole stare.
Not sure if he wants to devour me, or let me devour him.
Atlas is torqued, gaze flicking from alpha pack to alpha pack, seeking threats, but every time he lands on me and the omega glued to my side, his jaw does that satisfying, tooth-cracking clench.
I smile into my champagne. “Love watching them squirm.”
“Right?” Orion grins sunshine and mischief. I’ve never seen him so light. So unbothered.
Losing his bond really was for the best.
Now Orion’s a billboard for why I never want to mate.
Free and easy is so much more fun than bound and neglected.
Drawn in by my dancing or Orion’s continued touches that I never ask him to stop, more packs rotate through my table. They heap me with flowers and gifts until Orion has a side-hustle taking care of the pile.
Hope the Wyverns are taking notes.
I chat and give my best smiles, but with each pack, the stares and scents are more overwhelming.
My body warms, wondering why we aren’t sampling the menu now that we finally found our way to the buffet.
I try to pace my breathing, and find myself gripping Orion’s arm to stay grounded. Having him at my side keeps me from giving in to proudly slutty stray thoughts like how would Hunter’s tattoos taste?
Like smoke?
Or more honey?
The most calming are the verbal heat offers.
Almost every pack that sits claims they’ll be in touch to schedule a private date or toss in a bid.
I finally, finally have options, and thanks to the Wyvern-supplied funds in my account, I have a real, honest choice.
Orion’s tempting me with chocolate-covered strawberries, and I’m fighting the urge to tease his fingers with my tongue when a familiar voice calls my name.
“Lilah.”
Rhett Sorensen’s pack steps into the hot seat. His eyes tighten behind his glasses, and his cherry scent spikes more almond with lust when Orion pulls a half-bitten strawberry from my lips.
I lick leftover chocolate.
Jason, Kipp, and Cale zero in on my tongue flick.
“For you.” Suddenly breathy, Jason offers a lace-wrapped bouquet of red roses and a bakery box for my growing present pile.
