Sable
With just a week until Halloween, the town is buzzing with energy every night. Something I’ve always loved about living here. We thrive around the holiday season, and I can’t deny that the joy is infectious. Even though it’s going to be a hard year without Grams, I have Plum and Bee.
And maybe I’ll even have Taron, Rhian, and Colter now.
The only downside is that the entire town is preparing for the big day. So as I walk into the restaurant that Taron picked, I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable with some of the stares I get. Tonight’s the town dance, so I expected it to be a little less crowded.
I’ve been here before, considering this restaurant is as old as the town. The brick faced building is two stories with an upper balcony and bayed windows in the front that look out on the street.
Well, sort of. It’s a family-owned location, and the original would be two hundred years old at this point.
It’s been rebuilt and updated every twenty years or so, according to Grams. I was five when it got its last update, and all I remember is Grams bitching about the lack of pie so much that the owners eventually added it back to the menu.
I can’t help but feel like everyone’s eyes are going to be on me. Ugh, no. That’s so self-centered. But in this town, is it really that crazy to think I’ll get stares when Colter, Taron, and Rhian meet me here for dinner? I get stares just for talking to them in public.
I don’t have to wait long for an answer, at least, because as soon as I approach the hostess, the three men are already waiting for me at a nearby table. They got the good seat.
The corner table of Bolster’s is the coveted spot for a reason. It's a window spot, with twinkling fairy lights draped across the wall. The view of the town's center gazebo as it’s decorated for Halloween reflects off the glass, creating a haunting picture.
I freeze in place, unable to move as I look at the three men who are my dinner dates. Are they matching? Did they plan this? When Rhian asked what I was wearing, I thought he was just trying to gauge whether he should dress up. But they are all in black slacks, with a black button-up silk shirt.
Colter is wearing his rolled at the sleeves, his slutty little watch on display once again. His brown curling hair looks wet still, and I can’t believe how sexy that looks.
Rhian has his sleeves down to the wrists, his blond hair styled neatly back, and his face is clean-shaven. Sweet mother-of-pearl… His blue eyes are even more striking in the light.
Then there’s Taron. The top few buttons of the shirt are undone, showing off his tattoos. His black hair is a bit out of control, but that’s just this alpha’s mode.
When they notice me, they all stand at once, making me giggle. Colter moves slowly, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of me in my dress. Taron stands so fast I worry his chair might fall, but I can’t resist a smile when he freaking whistles.
Rhian stands, his smile lighting up his face, as he moves around his seat and heads over to me.
“You look very beautiful, Sable,” Rhian says, making me blush.
I take his offered hand and follow him to the table, where Colter pulls my chair out for me.
I wore a deep purple dress that forms to my curves with a slit up to my hip.
I had to wear a very thin g-string under this dress, deciding against a bra.
The fabric is ruffled at the bust with a built-in boning to keep the girls in place.
My green hair is down in curly waves that frame my face just the way I like.
I spent a lot of time perfecting my cat eyeliner, and of course, I wore a matching purple lipstick.
My black satin platform heels don’t even bring me to Rhian’s height.
“Thank you, Rhian. You look really good tonight,” I murmur as I take my seat, glancing between the three men.
Fuck my life, they all smell so fucking incredible.
Did they use a cologne to boost their pheromones?
That’s diabolical. I would know, because I did the same thing.
That seems like something Taron would plot.
“You look fucking stunning,” the alpha in question says, leaning over to take my hand in his. I watch as he slowly lifts it, pressing a feather-soft kiss to my skin as his own hand trembles in mine. Is he nervous too?
“Thank you, Taron. You look very handsome as well,” I say as Rhian takes his seat across from me, followed by Colter to my right.
“You’re truly breathtaking,” Colter murmurs as he leans over and presses a kiss to my shoulder. Something that sends goosebumps racing across my skin.
“You flatter me, Colter. Thank you. You look incredible yourself,” I say, my voice starting to tremble. The table is round and not terribly large, so we’re all touching knees under the black tablecloth.
Something I’m grateful for as a cool chill runs down my spine, making me shiver.
“I have a cover for you in my truck, if you want it,” Colter offers, but I shake my head. I have a feeling I won’t be cold for long with these men so close.
“We ordered drinks and a few appetizers that will come out one at a time,” Taron explains, as the waiter walks over to deliver said drinks. “I know you love pumpkin-flavored everything this time of year, so I got you a harvest cider. Pumpkin spice flavored.”
“Wow, that's really thoughtful, Taron,” I say as I take a sip of the slightly burnt orange bubbly drink. “Oh, that's dangerous,” I admit with a giggle, as I sip it a little more. I’m three sips in when I hear a gasp behind me, and wince. Maybe they’re not looking over here.
Maybe that gasp was for how delicious the food looks, but one glance at the men around me, and I know it’s just wishful thinking.
“Ignore them,” Rhian says softly. His scent shifts to soothe all of us. It works better on the alphas, since our pheromones target the dominance in them. When that doesn’t seem to relax Taron, Rhian reaches over and pats his thigh.
Before my jealous omega needs can come out and make me a whiny bitch, both Taron and Colter reach under the table to grip one thigh each.
Though Taron’s touch is a little riskier than Colter's, given he’s on the side with a slit to my hip, and takes the opportunity to explore the expanse of bare skin.
The tone at the table shifts when I suck in a tight lungful of air, and my scent does its own shifting, and the guys all moan in response. Oops. I shoot daggers at Taron with my eyes, but don’t reach down to stop him, which says a lot more to the naughty alpha than anything else.
“I think you like being watched in public places, don’t you, naughty girl.” Taron leans in and whispers in my ear, making me shiver. Before he can pull away, I reach up with my right hand and wrap my hand around his throat.
“Don’t tempt me, Taron, or you’ll find out who the better tease is.
Behave yourself in this restaurant, the whole town is watching.
” I growl, nibble his earlobe, then release him.
His scent slams through me as I inhale, nearly dizzy from the strength of his desire.
The look on Rhian’s face when I sit back in my seat might be the sexiest thing I’ve seen all night.
“Hot,” He mouths to me, and I shrug, feeling shy under his watchful attention. Colter leans in to whisper in my ear next.
“Just say the word, and I’ll put him in a headlock,” the more relaxed alpha offers, making me giggle. The smile he gives me in response tells me he’s only half joking.
I imagine if the four of us formed a pack, Colter would be our lead. Steady in a way that lets the rest of our mischief exist. I doubt Taron could give up his stalking long enough to be as effective.
The rest of dinner goes pretty smoothly, with every appetizer on the menu arriving one at a time just like they said, and by the time the sixth one is set in front of us, I’m full.
I might have overdone it on the cheese pretzels.
I have no regrets about that choice, until the three men stop eating too.
“That's okay, Sable. If you’re done, we can go,” Rhian offers, and I pout. I don’t want tonight to end already. After someone gasped, the rest of the night was uneventful. At least as far as I can tell, since the guys smartly faced my back toward the rest of the restaurant.
“Aren’t you three still hungry?” I ask, worried they’ll say no, and I’ll have to go home. I want to keep spending time with them.
“Oh, I’m fucking ravenous,” Taron growls quietly, making Rhian smirk, clearly understanding something I’m not.
“If you’re done eating, Sable, then we’re done. We have something else planned for tonight, and I think what Taron was trying to say is that he’s excited for that to start,” Colter explains. Even though these three men aren’t a pack, they seem to understand each other already.
“Oh,” I glance from Colter to Rhian, and then to Taron. All three of their scents are eager, and I nibble my lip before nodding.
“First, we’re going to the dance, while we wait for Taron’s bar to close for the night,” Rhian explains as Colter pays the dinner bill.
“It’s closing early, don’t worry.” Taron smirks, and my eyes go wide.
“But…but it’s all set up for the haunted house. Halloween is next week, you’ll lose money if you shut early,” I say, shaking my head.
“I would shut the bar down even earlier if it meant I could get you in there sooner, but we had to leave time for the dance.” Taron shrugs as Colter offers his hand to help me from my seat. I take it, smiling when he doesn’t let go and instead laces our fingers together.
This is when I realize exactly what dance they’re talking about, and I freeze in the middle of the parking lot. Colter jerks to a stop so he doesn’t yank me with him, and frowns.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, searching my body for injury.
“The community dance? Are you three nuts? The whole town goes to that! You think we got stares in there?” I ask, gesturing to the restaurant. “The dance will be ten times worse.”