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“You were right. This dress really is soft,” Kincaid murmurs, turning me in his hold. He’s definitely squatting a little because the front of his jeans grinds perfectly between my ass cheeks. He teases his fingers along the outside of my thighs, and I wait for him to cup my stomach like he was doing before. His hands are so large that they cover the entire front of my legs.

My head falls back against his shoulder. Yeah, he must really be bending his knees because normally my head would land on his chest.

Kincaid pulls my hair away from my face, getting close to my ear. “I love seeing you in something I bought.” His tongue flicks down my sweat-slicked neck, and he stifles a growl. “It’s even better knowing you’re going to smell like me after all the grinding we’ve been doing.”

My nipples bead under the thin material of my dress as he teases his hand up my thigh.

These men.

Riser drove me crazy during their performance, followed by a pretty heavy make-out session in the greenroom. Malcolm made it his personal mission to destroy my panties as we danced, and it seems Kincaid has taken up the mantle.

You can torment them too, you know.

I most certainly can.

Shoving my hips back, I grind against Kincaid’s zipper, stretching my hand around to dig into his thigh. It gives me leverage to pull him even closer, and he chuckles darkly.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” Kincaid says. “Especially when all I can smell is your slick cunt.”

His crass words only make me needier, and I’m desperate to see what happens when he snaps.

He sucks on my neck, flicking his tongue over my skin.

The music is dark and seductive, and I swear I can feel the bass echo in my veins.

Spinning without warning, I find his face close to mine. It’s easy to wrap my hand around his neck when he’s this low, and I do exactly that as I capture his lower lip.

Kincaid buries a hand in my hair and the other lands on my ass. He growls, fighting my tongue for dominance. It’s sexy as hell, and I give in, letting him take control. His hazelnut scent is all I pick up as I gasp for air between tantalizing kisses.

I thought I got what they meant when betas said they got a light high from smelling compatible alphas, but I clearly wasn’t getting the full effect from Theo.

Maybe that means I’m more compatible with Kincaid, Malcolm, and Riser than I was with my ex?

That must be it, right?

Because holy shit.

My head is a hazy mess, and my skin buzzes with the need to be as close to him as possible. I won’t even get into the fact that I’m physically hotter when I’m close to him, like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Jesus, Lumen,” Kincaid growls as he pulls back. “We gotta get out of here. You smell too fucking sweet, and my instincts are hanging on by a razor’s edge. If anyone gets too close to you, I will snap.” His arm tucks under my ass, and he lifts me, hiking me up his front.

I bite my cheek to keep from groaning as my soaked panties rub against his jeans.

Yeah, going somewhere private might not be a bad call.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Lumen

My back slams against the wall just inside the greenroom.

We passed Parish and Wren in the hallway, which indicates we got lucky with the timing.

Kincaid’s mouth seals to mine, and his beard tickles my skin as he devours me.

I love how I can give into the experience rather than having to take the lead. He uses the wall as leverage to hold me up but also pokes his thighs out to give me extra support. Reaching between us, he pulls my panties to the side and brushes the backs of his tattooed fingers down my soaked lower lips.

“You good with this, sweetheart?”