Chapter 17
The guys’ pampering had me relaxed and feeling like a damn queen. After our outfits were chosen, they took me over to a spa that gave me a massage, including a scalp massage. The girls there washed and styled my hair, then did my makeup.
I looked as good as I felt and that was enough to chase off any unease from the earlier fans.
Dinner was delicious, and much fancier than I was used to. Griff didn’t mind ordering for me and did a damn good job. They even gave me a bite off their plates. Though, feeding me had them all looking ready to lay me on the table next.
I just wanted to be home with my pack, but they were too excited to take me to The Oasis.
What I expected to be some kind of night club, was anything but. We fit right in with our fancier clothes. Everyone was dressed to perfection. There was music, but it was more sensual than a pulsing beat.
The mood was sexy and relaxed, and I loved it.
Cy paid the cover and led us further into the building. I tried not to gape at the giant chandelier and dark walls. The red velvet and crimson accents gave it a speakeasy feel over just a simple bar.
Between that and the vintage decor I was in love.
“What kind of drink do you prefer, gorgeous?” Griff asked as he pulled me closer, his nose burying in my neck, not bothering to hide the fact he was breathing me in.
“Anything fruity,” I said, my voice coming out in a breathless rush. “Not too strong. I want my head about me when we leave.”
“Oh?” Cy teased. “For what?”
Jackson leaned in. “She wants her wits about her so when we break her in the best ways tonight, she remembers every damn detail.”
“Plus, we all know you’re too much of a gentlemen to fuck me drunk. Therefore, I won’t be,” I said with a laugh. “I fully intend for our night to be long and fulfilling.”
They shrugged, not the least bit offended by my assessment.
“We need to build a little tension, first,” I said as Cy handed over my drink.
I took a sip, humming happily at the fruity burst of flavor.
Then I downed it in one go, giving them a wink as I handed the glass to the bartender and sauntered out to the dance floor, my hips swaying a little extra just for them.
“You better hurry. She’ll be snapped up in a second,” the bartender called out. The guys growled, tossing back their own drinks instead of savoring them and rushing after me.
Knowing they would come, I closed my eyes, letting the beat lead the way. My hips moved, hands sliding down my body as I swayed.
After today, I had no insecurities lingering. My men had effectively chased off every single one. They wanted me so much I could feel it. Their eyes had never swayed and even I could see the mask they wore for fans paled in comparison to the attention and smiles they gave to me.
Griff was the first to reach me. His apple, cedar, and spice scent wrapping around me just like his arms, creating a bubble that was just ours.
Then Jackson moved in front of me, eyes sliding down my body as his hand found my hip, resting there as he leaned in, running his cheek over mine to scent-mark me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasped out as his body started to move with mine, pressing himself against my front so Griff’s scent was now expertly woven with Jackson’s, the mountain air, sandalwood, and cypress a perfect blend with the fresh and masculine scent of my other alpha.
Then Cy joined, pressing into my side, his nose resting on my temple as he leaned in. They all moved as one, making room for each other and not bothering to worry about anything but me and the way I moved.
Now the scent cloud lingering around us included ours. My peach and honey and Cy’s rain, bergamot, and sage adding a fresh, sweet, and earthy scent that made my head spin.
I never realized just how perfectly our scents complemented each other until now. It went beyond that. We weren’t just compatible in scent and attraction. Their personalities were a mix of sweet, outgoing, possessive, gruff, and kind. My own independence and sass rounded it out.
They gave me the chance to be softer, to not always have to hold myself up. To depend on someone.
The realization that I was already falling in love with them hit me square in the chest. My breath caught and tears burned in my eyes. Jackson gave me a soft smile, like he knew exactly what was going through my head. His lips ghosted over my forehead as they each squeezed me.
Now, all I could think about was getting home. Or at least, back to their apartment that was much closer than Willow Lake.
“I need you,” I husked out, my need pulsing and overwhelming me. Fire licked at my skin, my pussy aching for my alphas. Slick flooded my panties.
This couldn’t be normal.
“Fuck, peach. You smell even sweeter. I think you’re in a heat spike,” he husked. “We have to go. Now.”
Griff was already leading me off the floor. His low, warning growls had the crowd parting easily so we could slide through.
We should have known it couldn’t be that easy. Someone was always trying to interrupt our peace.
Lights flashed in our eyes as we stepped through the front doors. They were waiting just beyond the bouncers who were shouting nearly as loud as the guys.
The bright lights and crush of people had anxiety mixing with my heat spike. I froze, a soft whimper escaping, before burying my face in Griff’s back as he tried and failed to push through.
“Let us through or I swear I’ll make you. You don’t corner my fucking omega!” Jackson yelled out, voice firm and full of promise. It was something I would expect from Griff, not him.
Apparently, that worked, at least for now. I peeked my head out to see where we were going. Of course, the moment I was looking ahead, the photographers were at it again. Fresh flashes had me cringing back, cursing while I blinked away the white spots dancing in my eyes now.
“Holy hell, does it have to be so bright?” I groaned.
“Is this your omega?” someone shouted.
“Are you pack? Is she just a placeholder?”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Cy growled. “Even if she wasn’t a scent-match, that wouldn’t make her less. Treat people with respect.”
“So, she is your omega?” someone else called out. “What’s her name?”
“None of your business. I won’t ask you again to move before we use force,” Cy warned.
“Move along!” This new barked voice was louder, booming, and not one of my guys. The bouncers had called in reinforcement and security was pushing themselves between us and the photographers.
“Go!” one shouted at us and the guys were already moving, whisking me toward the car which we could actually see now that the crowd was being tamed.
I liked this club even more now. This was insane. The night had definitely taken a turn.
We were breathless and shaken by the time we climbed into the SUV. Cy was behind the wheel, his grip so tight his knuckles were white. Jackson slid in next to us, taking the seat Griff was pulling me out of as he placed me in his lap, legs draped over Jackson.
“Are you alright?”
“It was just pictures,” I said, trying to make light of it.
“No, it wasn’t. Between the fans, then the press, it was a look at how going out as a pack will look. At least, in the city,” Griff said, not letting me deflect or hide from this.
“Is it always that bad? I was a bit scared there for a second when they got in our face,” I admitted.
Jackson sighed. “No. That was them when they spot fresh meat.”
Griff pressed a kiss to my temple, his hand sliding up and down my back in a soothing pattern. Jackson massaged my calves before pulling off my shoes and including my feet. Just like that I was putty in their arms.
“I don’t think it would have been so bad if not for the spike. It always makes bright lights painful and I felt cornered, which didn’t help,” I said on a groan as Jackson found a sore spot.
“Thanks for being honest,” Griff said. “Good job, omega.”
My omega melted at the praise and he chuckled.
“Now, do you still want us to take you home and make you ours? Or do you need something softer. There’s no wrong answer.”
I scoffed. “If you don’t take me home and fuck me senseless, I might cry.”
Jackson’s laugh was light now. “We don’t want that, do we, guys?”
“Absolutely not,” Cy agreed. “Why don’t you get her nice and worked up while I drive us home.”
“Too late,” I grumbled. Griff’s fingers moved to my cheek, turning me to face him and claiming my mouth. His fingers teased over the silk covering my chest, my nipples standing at attention now. He swallowed my moans with his kiss, letting me fall apart as he held me up.
“Your scent is going to be the death of me, sweets,” Jackson groaned.
His massage moved higher, sliding over my overly sensitive skin and sending a shudder through me.
The space was tight but my legs fell open enough for his fingers to tease over the lace I’d already soaked through with slick. “She’s so wet for us.”
Griff kissed me harder as Jackson pushed aside my panties. His fingers stroked through my slick, teasing over my clit before pushing inside my core. My body clenched around him, demanding more, but he was taking his time.
Each movement was slow and steady, working me up but not giving me enough. My chest was heaving, body wound tight, but there was no relief in sight.
They were content to tease me. Stroking my skin with soft touches and kissing me until I was begging, but not give me relief.
“I have regrets,” Cy complained from the front. “I’ve never driven while this fucking hard. I get first dibs.”
“That’s fine,” Jackson said as he pushed two fingers into me. Griff had broken the kiss to nibble at my ear, so there was no buffer to my moans this time. More curses echoed from the driver’s seat.
I let out a breathless laugh, barely able to believe this was happening right now.
“Oh, laugh it up, peach. You’ll be screaming for me soon enough,” he shot back, voice full of gravel.