17. Luna #3
“Maybe we should go back to that expensive as shite hotel room,” Ezra says. I swear his accent is thicker from drinking.
“I thought the Irish were supposed to be able to handle their liquor,” Ian says.
“Aye.”
We’re all laughing, and if this is what our pack could be like, filled with so much fun and lightness, I can’t help but to yearn for it. Ezra continues touching my thigh, my hair, and kissing along my neck until we get to Blaze.
The building is not what I expected. I thought it would be modern and lux like Lavender Moon, but honestly, it looks more like every other club in the area.
James parks, and Ezra gets out, holding his hand out for me, which I take easily.
He holds my hand as Ian holds on to James’ shoulder.
We’re immediately ushered in when the hostess recognizes Ian.
The beat is loud, and the club space is dark with colored lights flashing from the ceiling.
Ezra’s hands are all over me as he follows Ian and James to a VIP section.
I realize we won’t be bumping elbows with everyone else on the dance floor, and I’m happy for it.
The only people I want touching us are each other.
I have to shake myself for a moment. How did I end up here? A few days ago I was dancing in a cage that, unbeknownst to me, was owned by my stepbrother, whom I’m now living with, lost my virginity to, and am currently grinding on his best friend and pack mate.
I won’t lie, I didn’t think Ezra would have moves. Maybe it’s the song or that he’s been drinking, but he can dance. His hips move in the same rhythm of mine, and his hands wander very liberally around my waist, collarbone, and arms. The man can’t seem to figure out what he wants to touch more.
While him touching me feels amazing, I can’t help but be distracted as I watch James and Ian dance together. I’ve wondered about their bond; I’ve only gotten small glimpses. Both of them hold such mystery. But as I watch the way they move together, it’s clear they have their own language.
Ian and James are facing each other, Ian’s white button up showing off just the right amount of chest. James looks at him the same way I do.
Like Ian is the fucking end all be all. Maybe I should be jealous as I watch, but all I want is to be in their orbit.
For all of us to be together. I truly think this can work.
Ezra leans in, his one hand on my hem and the other around my waist. “Do you want to dance with our pack, love?”
I squeeze his hand before turning in his hold. “Why did you drink tonight?” I ask him, genuinely curious. Ezra doesn’t seem like the type to drink like this.
He clears his throat and gives me a shy smile. “It’s nothing,” he says and shakes his head. I cup his chin, the short ginger hairs feel slightly prickly under my finger tips.
“It’s not nothing.”
“I didn’t mean to drink so much, truly. But sometimes when I feel James down the bond, it’s too much.”
My brows pinch together as I look at him. “James told me to go to the event.”
He grabs my wrists and shakes his head. “No, nothing to do with that. I think he’s just worried that this isn’t going to work. I know James is hard to read. Trust me, I’m thankful everyday that I at least have the bond to get an idea of what he’s thinking.”
“So you could feel what?”
“He felt confused and a little hopeless. So I drank, he found me and wanted to cheer me up and well, said we should do this, and now we’re all here.”
I lean forward and slide my hands behind his neck, bringing his lips to mine. Ezra’s kisses are so soft and safe. I feel comfortable with this Alpha who has been so open and honest with me. I just know I’ll be safe with him.
His hands start on my face but quickly head south, squeezing my ass. He kneads the flesh, and I moan into his mouth before separating our kiss.
“Shall we show him how much of a pack we’re going to be?”
He smirks, leans forward, and kisses me one more time before I find myself sandwiched between James and Ezra. Ian continues dancing behind James. Both Alphas make sure to touch both of us as they dance.
But the true shock is just how much James touches me.
I notice he hasn’t had a single drink, so I know this is him.
He grips my hips and puts a leg between my thighs.
His eyes are dark as he takes me in as we dance.
Our lips are so close I swear he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.
At one point there’s a slight brush of his lips against my temple, but other than that, it’s just the dancing.
It feels far more intimate than it should, but I soak up every second that I have this attention.
Ezra fists my hair and kisses my neck, and James watches.
I expect jealousy, but all I see is hunger in his eyes as he watches with devoted attention. I’m so fucking wet, and I didn’t think I would be ready to do something else tonight, but damn do I want someone to touch me.
“You need the edge off, love?” Ezra says behind me.
I make eye contact with James, and he nods his head and licks his lips.
I rest my head against Ezra’s shoulder and nod and take a deep breath as his hands head south.
They start at my waist as he continues dancing behind me and pushing me closer to James.
James grabs my hips again, moving me closer to him, and Ezra squeezes my thigh. His left hand slides under my dress, facing away from the crowd. I notice that James shifts himself and Ian, so no one can see what we’re doing.
Ezra’s fingertips play with the edge of my panties, a tease and a promise to what he’s about to do to me.
I watch James as he looks down and watches in appreciation to what his Alpha is about to do to me.
Then he leans in, his breath fanning against my cheek.
“He’s going to make you feel so good. I want to watch you come. ”
Oh, holy hell.
I’m not sure when I became this kind of girl, but I can’t deny that I love it.
Ian finally catches on to what we’re doing, and he seems more intrigued than anything as he squeezes James closer to his chest. His hand wraps around James’ throat but keeps his attention on me, not that James needs any other motivation.
Ezra’s scent is thick around me, even in this crowded club. I’m extremely thankful that we have our private area. The idea of others scenting him pisses me off.
In a bold move, my hand covers his, and he groans, finally giving me what I want. His fingers slide over my clit, rubbing gentle circles over the bud. I’m still sensitive from earlier with Ian, and I’m thankful he doesn’t put his fingers inside of me, but it’s clear he doesn’t have to.
Ezra places wet kisses down the column of my throat as he plays with my pussy. Ian and James shield us from the crowd and watch like it’s the best thing they’ve ever seen.
“Come on my fingers, love. I fucking need it,” Ezra says low against the shell of my ear. He redoubles his efforts, strumming my clit like his life depends on it and sucking on the side of my neck so hard I know he’s going to leave a mark.
I want to close my eyes, but I don’t. I hold eye contact with James the whole time. No jealousy between us, just a hunger that’s becoming so intense I don’t know how we can fight this any longer.
When Ezra’s teeth drag along my neck and he circles my clit again, I lose it.
My orgasm is rocking through me. I bite my lip to stop any moans from escaping.
Ezra supports most of my weight as I ride out the euphoria.
I feel like a limp noodle when I come down from my high.
He continues to hold me with one hand. But when he brings up my slick covered fingers to James’ mouth, who happily sucks them in between his perfect lips, I nearly perish on the spot.
“Let’s go home,” I say with a pant, not sure how I’m still standing or have any brain cells left.
James licks his lips and nods. I want to lean forward and take his lips in mine. But I need him to come to me, I need to know that he’s okay with this.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ian says behind James, and we all nod. Our two Alphas bracket us as we leave the club.
If life can be like this, dirty, fun, and never boring, I’d be an idiot to run away from this. I’m all in, and I’m ready for all of these men to know it.