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The softest kiss on my neck made me shudder, and when I looked at the other Alphas, they watched with an intensity that bordered on feral. It wasn’t Logan who answered. It was Brooks. “Why not you?”
I tried to find a snappy response. Something witty. Something that would deflect and make them laugh, like every other conversation I had. But there were no words in my head. Not when I was held like this.
There was something truly blissful about the quiet in my head.
“A beautiful and submissive Omega we can play with is a temptation none of us can resist.”
Submissive? Hardly. I might enjoy this, but I wasn’t one to lie down and roll over at someone’s command. My body was trying very hard to make me a liar, though. Because listening to their commands didn’t sound so bad.
Who was I kidding? I wanted it so badly that admitting it to myself was painful because Ididn’thave it.
Logan pulled his lips from my skin but kept me close, guiding my gaze to his. “You still haven’t answered the question.”
“Do I want you to make me come?”
“That’s the one.”
Fear rolled through me. Like the fear of something new, or the fear of falling. Of skydiving. A fear of something that had the potential to change everything, but also a fear of never knowing what it felt like.
My eyes dropped to his lips before I looked up at him once more. “Yes.”
CHAPTER FIVE
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TRINITY
Brooks stood as soon as I said yes. “I’ll find Amber.”
Sparkling nerves flowed through me. I was doing this. I was really doing this, and I wasn’t used to the twisted combination of fear and excitement tangled in my gut.
“You’re sure?” Logan asked as he slid my legs off his and lifted me to my feet. “Your scent says nervous.”
“Yes, I’m sure. And yes, I am nervous.”
“Good,” Theo said. “Nerves mean you’re paying attention. But if it becomes more than that, tell us.”
Logan’s hand remained around my waist, and I found myself leaning into him more. That intangible cinnamon and sugar was so good and so sweet. All of their scents were incredible.
A starburst of loneliness exploded in my chest. How many times had I wished that I had a pack like my friends? My beautiful, lucky,scent matchedfriends. Not for something quick in a club. I might never see these Alphas again.
I shoved the thoughts out of my head and prepared to enjoy everything as much as I could, no matter the outcome. It’s what I encouraged my friends to do, and if I didn’t do the same, I would be an absolute hypocrite.
Brooks came back with Amber in tow. She smiled at me. “All negotiated?”
“Yes.”
She glanced down at her tablet. “The schedule is pretty packed today, but the industrial room is open now.”
No one hesitated. Logan—arm still firmly around my body—guided me toward the elevator. Amber tapped on her tablet as we waited, and I needed to get my fucking heart under control because it was about to beat out of my chest.
The industrial room was on the third floor, which was quieter, though the music of the club still thumped through the walls and floor. Cement floor and walls made of steel mixed with exposed brick and metal beams. It looked like the back of a loading dock.
Or the sets of some of the rougher porn I watched. Andfuckdid that make this real.
“Perfect,” Brooks said.
I followed where he looked and saw the large metal crate on the other side of the room. At a height where bending over it would have me exactly where they needed me.
