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She gives me a high I haven’t felt since I raced my first Ducati or discovered wingsuits. Feeding her, sneaking brushes at her mouth, I can’t even sense the void.
She’s starlight, soft and bright.
Plus Hunter’s fucking face.
He never says shit, but I can read the asshole’s inner workings. Stop touching her, Finn. Don’t get so close. She’s not ours.
I know all this.
But I said from moment one that I wanted to play with her, and that’s what I’m going to fucking do.
If she’d showed up flirting, shaking her tail and trying to pry us away from Orion, then I would’ve just fucked with her.
Lilah’s innocent.
Which—who knew—is even more fun.
She’s hesitant, almost afraid, but why do I love it when she leans into my touch? When she relaxes, accepting the food from my hand with those sweet, sparkling eyes.
“Have another shot.” I push her the glass I didn’t down. I’m still banned from drinking. The pack claims I start too many fights.
Like I won’t start shit sober?
Lilah knocks back the mezcal with an adorable shudder, wrinkling her nose and everything.
“Slow down.” Hunter takes away the empty glass, shooting me the back off glare.
So much fun.
I offer her another wing, but she finally shakes her head. “Too full.”
“Want to dance it off?” Hunter and I were supposed to be cruising for a beta to share, but I’m not letting go of Lilah for some quick bathroom fuck.
“Dance?” Her eyes light like glittering grey stars. “Where?”
“Upstairs. Come on.” I grab her hand, but Hunter grabs my wrist.
“Feet,” he says like a fucking mama duck.
He’s so much more fun when he’s playing with me instead of against me. Tonight, I’m team Lilah.
I scoop her into a princess hold and carry her to the coatroom while Hunter mutters and settles our tab.
“Hey,” I call to the coatroom beta. “You have any lost shoes in a size...”
“Five?” Lilah asks hopefully.
“Just a sec.” She disappears under the counter, then quickly reappears with a tiny pair of silver heels. “Princess shoes for the princess.”
Lilah makes an adorable snort, eyeing the heels so hard it deepens the wrinkles in her nose.
“Let me.” I set her on the counter and step between her legs.
Her pupils dilate and her pulse speeds up. Any second, she’ll wrap her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist, pressing her tight little body all up against mine…
Only she doesn’t.
Weird.
