We want to hear it.
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As I make my way over to the table at our lane, I see Taylor and Jac giggling over something that I can only imagine is driving Monty crazy, based on the exasperated look on his face.
Luke is sitting there observing with a small grin on his face as our Omega reaches her hand over to brush his as she speaks.
He has one muscled arm draped over the back of the chair, wrapped around Taylor’s chair.
I study how his biceps rival both Monty and mine.
For a Beta, he’s built so much like an Alpha it has me wondering if he’s like an Alpha in every way…
“So, for our game!” Taylor chirps, clapping once to get all our attention.
“For every spare one of us gets, you get to kiss Jac. For every strike one of us gets, we get to pick one of the pack to kiss. Anyone of us. Of course, with consent.” Taylor says, looking over to Jac to get her reaction to being a prize for our game.
The blush that covers her skin has me in a trance, add the heady scent of cinnamon coming from my Runaway, and I would bet she’s all on board with being the prize here. I wrap my arm around her tugging her into my side, sniffing her hair and letting my purr rumble.
“I think we need to hear some words, Sugar. We want to hear it.” Monty growls at Jac, his hand sliding to the back of her chair as he moves in closer, his campfire scent slowly filling up the space around us.
I watch Jac as he moves in, her eyes dilating and her perfume slowly seeping out a bit more.
“Yes Alpha, or Alphas? Yes pack?” She rambles with a knowing grin on her face telling us everything.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, only I don’t think she realizes that Monty is one of the best bowlers around.
She might think she’s got the upper hand by having worked here for a few months, but she will be mistaken.
Monty chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of our Omega’s head as he moves the approach area of the lane.
I slip into the seat next to Jac as he grabs his ball—yes his own personal ball because this fucker has everything personalized.
It’s sleek and black with two finger holes but no thumb hole, meaning when he uses it in his league, it’s legal.
Monty taught me a few things about bowling during college, and one was that if the ball has three holes you have to use all three.
Dirty. He moves into position as he sets up for his throw, and I watch as he takes a deep inhale, getting in his zone.
Then he sends it. His ball rockets down the lane, almost dropping into the gutter on the left side before curving.
Monty being a lefty means his arc follows to the left of the head pin where his ball careens into the pins, sending every single one up in the air.
He turns around and looks directly at our Omega.
Her jaw couldn’t be closer to the floor, she had no idea what she was getting into.
“You said I could kiss whomever Tay? Right?” Monty says as he stands at the end of the table.
“Sure did boss. So who’s it gonna be?” All of us on edge to see who he selects since he just bowled a strike on his first throw.
“Jac, you’re up to bowl. Luke. You’re mine this time.” Monty says, staring down at the Beta with clear intention. Luke squirms in his seat and Jac lingers. Her eyes wide and bouncing between the two men across the table from her.
The Alpha pushes Luke’s chair back, making him spin around to face him, his campfire scent is just strong enough for all of us to smell it.
Luke studies Monty moving closer without thinking.
Monty leans down, his face just hovering over Luke’s.
Their noses bump against each other. There’s a moment of hesitation before they’re kissing.
The two lose awareness of everything around them.
Monty releases a growl, breathless and turned on, as he pulls himself away.
The growl sends my own cock and brain into overdrive.
Jac still hasn’t gotten up from the chair where I sit next to her, so I take the opportunity to nibble on her neck lightly, as she delays her own bowling for the show going on in front of us.
“Holy shit.” She whispers, her cinnamon scent filling the air around us.
“Jac,” Taylor says, “you ready to roll, Wildfire?”