Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
Enzo
I didn’t dance. That was Ax’s wheelhouse. But when my sweet beta and the delicious omega begged and dragged me onto the floor…how the fuck could I say no?
Cyrus had disappeared into his office to take a call, so I was currently swaying to the thump of bass with Issa sandwiched between my body and Amir’s. More than once, the two of us would lock eyes over my beta’s head and an intoxicating cloud of chocolate covered strawberries would rise, stronger than the scent filtration system could control.
I swore my dick had been hard since I’d heard the telltale sounds of Issa being fucked by Ax. And yeah, I probably should have charged into that room so I could feel our beta’s cunt wrapped around my cock, but I’d sat on the edge of my bed, my fist around my shaft, and fucked my hand until I shot ribbons of cum over my hand to dribble on the floor. At least we had hardwood floors; it was a lot easier to mop up messes that way .
My boner had instantly returned after seeing the way Issa was dressed tonight, watching her on stage with Ax, and now having both her and the omega so fucking close, their scents drilling into my very being and coating my tongue.
By the third song, I had to beg for mercy. It was too fucking hot out here with all these bodies pressed together. Or maybe it was the way I was struggling to stop myself from pulling Issa’s skirt over her ass and taking her right here in the club in front of over a hundred people.
“Let’s get a drink,” I called over the music.
She nodded and smiled, sliding her hand into mine while reaching back for Amir.
She’d changed so much in the past few months, even more so since the night she’d met Amir. I loved watching her grow, loved watching the way she refused to cower even when alphas crowded around us.
Loved the way she trusted me to keep her safe from any possible threat.
Raising my hand, I got the bartender’s attention and put in an order for the three of us. Issa had grown more adventurous and moved from only wine to various mixed drinks and even shots. Like the night she’d gotten a little drunk and dragged Amir to the office for a quick fuck.
Had he been anyone else, that might have pissed me off, scared the shit out of me, and yeah…made me jealous as fuck.
Luckily for all parties involved, she’d just happened to be drawn to the very person we were interested in integrating into the pack.
I might not have had to pay for the drinks at my own club, but no fucking way would I not tip my staff. Slapping down a twenty for Aryn, the bartender tonight, I took the drinks with a nod and passed them to Issa and Amir.
“Can we do shots? When Ax and Cyrus come back?” Issa yelled.
“You sure?” I asked. She was small. She had put on a little more weight during her time with us, but she was still nearly as petite as most omegas .
“We’re celebrating!” She lifted her dirty martini and waited for Amir and me to do the same.
“What are we celebrating?” Amir yelled.
“I have a real pack and a job!” She tilted her drink back and gulped it down instead of sipping on it.
I couldn’t help the frown that crossed my face or the anger that built in my system at her statement.
It took her a second to notice I hadn’t taken a drink or that I was currently scowling at her.
“What?”
“You had a fucking pack, Issa. Just because none of us had bitten you until last night meant fuck all. We’ve been yours the whole time, you little brat.”
The anger that had bloomed hot in my veins changed to a different kind of heat when her confused and mildly concerned look turned playful.
“Did you just call me a brat? Because I have absolutely no problem living up to that title.”
“Holy shit, Issa!” Amir said with a burst of surprised laughter. “How do you get hotter by the second?”
She lifted her drink to take another sip before remembering it was empty. Raising her brows to me, she gave me a flirty smile until I motioned for Aryn to make her another.
I liked this side of her. I liked watching the stunning butterfly emerge from her cocoon. We’d done what we could for her, but all three of us alphas knew it was Amir’s influence that had finally held a mirror up to her face.
“Slower this time,” I warned her half-heartedly as I passed over her new martini.
Ax finally joined us, dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He was probably still burning up after that performance. I’d only danced with my beta and – hopefully – future omega and was sweating my ass off.
“That was so cool!” Issa squealed. “But maybe a little warning next time. ”
“Nah. I liked the surprise on your face. Glad you made it,” Ax said to Amir, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the omega’s.
Between Ax’s natural tendency toward wanting to fuck any hole he could find, Amir’s natural omega sex appeal, and Issa’s newfound confidence, I was going to end up having to buy new pants when my dick ripped through its fabric prison.
“Text Cyrus and tell him to get his ass out here. I want to do shots!”
Ax’s brows shot up his forehead and he turned wide eyes on me. “The fuck happened since I went backstage?”
“She wants to celebrate,” I answered with a shrug.
He looked at Issa, Amir, then back at me. “Okay. But since when is she so…” He waved his hand up and down toward Issa. “Bubbly?”
“Because my whole pack is in one place, I have good alphas, I finally told you how I felt…well, one of you.” Her eyes dropped for a second and a bright pink blush darkened her olive cheeks. “And I’m finally ready to start working. Oh, and you were awesome up there. Shots!” she yelled again.
“Is she drunk?” Ax asked with a chuckle.
“She’s only had that one drink.”
“I had one while I was waiting for Amir, too. But no, I’m not drunk. I’m happy. For once in my life, I’m so happy. And you’re horny,” she said, pointing at Ax. She was yelling to be heard over the music, so when the sound dropped right as those last three words fell from her mouth and anyone close enough could hear her, that old shy Issa returned for a second as she turned and buried her face against Amir’s chest.
“Is everyone staring at me?” she asked with a giggle.
“Not every one,” Amir said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and rubbing his chin along the top of her head to scent mark her.
Ax threw his head back and laughed loudly as I chuckled and shook my head. I’d thought I had my hands full being pack lead over someone like Ax. Now, Amir and Ax were rubbing off on Issa.
“What makes you think I’m horny?” Ax asked as he signaled for Aryn to grab him a beer and five shots of American Honey .
“I can feel you, remember?” she said, turning her head to peek at him.
The way she’d looked when we’d entered the office, her lipstick smeared from kissing Ax, the way her tits rose and fell with each deep breath…
Nope. No way could I last all night without burying my cock in someone, preferably Issa. Or Amir. Or both.
Cyrus finally returned from the office, tucking his phone into his back pocket. I couldn’t gauge anything from his expression or body language as to what kind of call he’d had to rush to take, but since he didn’t look pissed or motion for me to join him, I figured it was business or personal.
Just because we were a pack didn’t mean we had to know every single thing about each other or how we filled every minute of our day. Although, every minute of my day was filled with work or Issa…or thinking about Issa.
And now Amir.
“We’re celebrating!” Issa repeated to Cyrus when he sidled up to the bar and leaned one hip on a bar stool.
“What are we celebrating?” he asked with an amused quirk of the brow.
“Don’t ask. It’ll piss you off,” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“Lots of things,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. Grabbing a shot glass, she raised it high and yelled, “To a full pack.”
Just before she put it to her lips, she hesitated, turning to look at Amir with wide eyes.
“Um…I don’t think I was supposed to do that.”
“Do what?” he asked.
I frowned at Ax and Cyrus, wondering if they had any clue as to what she was talking about. Ax had a direct link to her emotions but couldn’t exactly read her thoughts through their bond. He shrugged. Cyrus shook his head.
“I called you pack,” she said to Amir. “But I’m not your alpha. I’m not…I’m just a beta.”
Amir wrapped an arm around her shoulders, careful not to spill his still full shot, and kissed the top of her head. “You’re my beta. And I’m your omega.” And then he lifted his eyes to Ax, Cyrus, and me, waiting for confirmation as to whether he was our omega, as well.
“As long as you continue to make her smile like that,” Ax said, gesturing toward Issa with his shot glass, “you are absolutely pack.”
“Um…aren’t you supposed to claim him?” she asked, a wide grin bisecting her beautiful face.
“We’re not biting him in the middle of the bar, baby girl,” Ax said.
But fuck me if the mere thought of claiming him then fucking them both where everyone would see and know exactly who these two belonged to didn’t make my dick hard as granite.
“So…to pack?” Issa asked with raised brows and the sweetest, widest grin.
“To pack!” Ax yelled, lifting his drink high.
All five of us tossed back the shot, four of us chuckling at the face Issa made as the whiskey hit her tongue then burned its way down her throat.
Her nose was still wrinkled as she started collecting our shot glasses and setting them on the bar. “I’m practicing for my first day,” she said with a shrug when I raised my brows in question.
“You realize you can’t drink on the job, right?” Cyrus teased.
“Duh.” She threw her arms over her head and yelled, “Another shot!”
Tonight would only go a few ways if she kept drinking. She would either end up drunk and horny, drunk and puking, or drunk and passed out.
I was totally down for option one but didn’t want drunk Issa to make any decisions sober Issa would regret in the morning.
And one of us had to stay sober to get the rest of the pack home.
She’d declared Amir pack without technically asking us, but I wouldn’t deny my girl a damn thing. If he was willing, I was more than ready to move him into the omega wing tomorrow if for no other reason than to see how much more he could pull her further out of her shell.
“Why don’t we take this party home, instead,” I offered. “That way, we won’t have to keep yelling over the music and one of us won’t have to be the parent of the group.”
Cyrus smiled softly and shook his head. Because he knew he would end up the parent of the group. I might have been pack lead, but Cyrus was the one who always made sure we were all taken care of, made sure there was always enough food in the house, even before Issa had joined us. He was gentle and caring yet would rip someone to pieces for fucking with his family. Just like a momma bear.
Or…poppa bear. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate being compared to a female bear.
I almost laughed aloud at my own rambling thoughts. I wasn’t drunk; far from it. But the realization that Issa had publicly declared Amir as our omega, the fact he’d agreed, and the fact we were all heading back to the house together…
I was fucking nervous.
I didn’t get nervous. Why the fuck would I? I didn’t get on stage like Ax. And I’d yet to meet a single person who intimidated me. With the way Bain and I had grown up, with the people who’d been in our life, it was hard to find much to be afraid of…short of losing someone I loved.
It seemed that tiny circle was growing by the day. I might not be in love with Amir – yet – but I loved him for how good he was to and for Issa. Because I was crazy in love with my beta.