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I’m trapped.
Trapped, but it could be worse.
It’s warm here, they’re being nice, and I heard something about cheese fries.
I can stick this out. All I have to do is keep my perfume tucked in and pretend my inner omega isn’t already bent over and begging for them.
“Here.” The blonde slides a white box across the bar. “I’ll be right back with the drinks and food.”
Hunter pushes Finn out of the way and kneels between my knees.
My body short-circuits.
Some unspeakable part of me wants to spread my legs wide and see what happens. My self-protective instinct wins. I recoil, hugging my knees tight to my chest.
“Easy,” Hunter says, softly touching my ankle. “You need these taken care of.”
“You don’t have to—”
“But I’m going to.” Hunter draws down my foot, and I feel myself easing under his hands. “Relax.”
I do what he says, letting him take over.
Finn ignores the chaos of the sports bar from the flashing screens to the beautiful betas strutting past in clouds of manufactured pheromone perfume that makes me wrinkle my nose. Bass thumps, women laugh, and alphas growl. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve eaten, or maybe I finally pushed myself too hard, but everything’s swimmy and unreal.
Finn swivels back and forth in his chair, floating above the chaos while Hunter cleans my cuts, and it feels like the three of us are in our own bubble.
“It’ll hurt,” Hunter warns before dabbing on the disinfectant.
I clench my jaw and don’t let out a peep. I don’t need him thinking I’m any weaker, even though it stings like I’m wearing beehives for slippers.
“Shit. You ran on these?” He scrubs at the dirt, making my muscles clench in protest. “Sorry. There’s gravel we need to get out.”
“I lost my sneakers.” I’ll have to backtrack my steps tomorrow. My only other shoes are a pair of shower sandals held together by duct tape and prayer. “You don’t have to—”
“But I am,” Hunter insists.
By the time he’s dabbing on antibacterial ointment, making me squirm with every gentle touch, the bartender reappears, sliding over a basket of steaming fries and two tiny glasses of murky gold liquor. “Wings’ll be right up.”
“Here.” Finn holds out a fry slathered in cheese and bacon and who knows what else, but it looks outrageous. “Try.” He lifts it to my lips.
Lord help me, I take the bite.
Cheese and potato explode on my tongue, scalding hot, but too fucking delicious to do anything but moan. I’ve never tasted food this good.
“Babydoll.” Finn’s voice is so fucking husky it could pull a sled. “I’ll feed you all night if you keep making those sounds.”
I blush.
I need to stop, but Finn dips a second fry in ranch sauce, and I’m only flesh and blood. I open for him.
He feeds me the fry, fingers lingering on my lips.
When I lick the sauce, my tongue catches a sweet taste of oranges.
I moan, covering my mouth.
So good.
