Chapter Points #2
“How much have you had to drink, Babygirl?” His voice was the epitome of calm, but there was a note of danger that made my thighs clench.
Kade’s hand slid from my neck down to my waist, pulling me against him until the hard line of his thigh was between mine. His tongue lathered the sensitive claiming spot on my neck. He was scenting me, even as Dane’s growl vibrated in my ear.
“Not much,” I fibbed, my breath hitching as Kade’s hand moved higher, his palm flat against my stomach.
“Are you lying to Daddy?” Dane growled, calling my bullshit. Kade’s teeth left my throat, but he didn’t pull away. He’d heard the word Daddy from the other side. He stiffened for a heartbeat, then relaxed.
“Mm…” I hummed, caught between two Alphas—one on the line, and the other in front of me.
“Babygirl…” Dane warned, and my inner Omega brat preened.
“I’ve lost count of how many jello shots, but I stopped counting at 12… and I’m definitely too fucked to drive to you,” I said cheekily as Kade sucked on my neck.
“Send me the address,” Dane ordered. I blinked at the dead screen, the ‘Call Ended’ notification mocking me. He didn’t wait for an answer; he assumed I’d obey. Kade didn’t give me time to process it. He leaned down.
“You heard the man, Lumberjack,” he murmured against my ear, his hand sliding from my stomach down to the apex of my thighs.
His thumb was so close, a silent challenge.
“Tell him where you are. Tell him to come watch.” I inhaled sharply, and the impossible happened.
A flicker of something sweet and dark cut through the static of my senses.
It was faint, a ghost of a smell, chocolate and cherries. It was mischief.
I gasped, my eyes flying open. But that couldn’t be right. I can’t smell.
“Who was that?” he whispered, his grip tightening. “Because you sound like you belong to him, but you feel like you belong to me.”
Before I could answer, my phone dinged. A Snarl notification from Dane.
Dane: Address, Babygirl.
The words on the screen were a command, not a request. My fingers trembled slightly against the glass as I typed back.
Me: What do you need it for?
Dane: You’re too intoxicated to come to me, so I’m coming to you.
My stomach churned with a mix of excitement and terror. Before I could process it, another line popped up.
Dane: You know I don’t like waiting.
Me: I don’t know it. Give me a second.
I pushed off the wall, leaving the heat of Kade’s body, and moved toward Hunter to get the address. Kade didn’t move from his spot, but his gaze followed me, cutting through the kitchen noise. He watched as I ignored Paul’s suspicious glare.
“Who is it?” Hunter asked.
“A friend,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
“A man friend?” he asked, his brow arched with a look that felt suspiciously like judgment.
“Yes,” I laughed, the jello shots making me bold. Kade materialized by my side, his energy shifted, sharper, darker. He rested his arm on my shoulder, claiming me in front of the group. He typed in the address and I sent it.
“He’s hot,” Hunter said approvingly.
“Is he hung?” Paul added with a provocative wink.
I ignored the prickle of jealousy, but Kade picked up on it. He buried his nose in my hair, inhaling deep enough that I felt the heat of it against my scalp. Dane was mine.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” I teased, looking at the door.
Kade led me into the living room, where the air was a thick, humid haze of sweat and expensive perfume. The music was a physical heartbeat, thumping hard as he grabbed the hem of my plaid shirt. He pulled me until my body was flushed against his. His hands slid down my hips, gripping my waist.
He didn’t just dance; he claimed the space. Kade moved with that same dangerous, lazy grace, his hands sliding from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his hard torso. As he moved against me, it hit me. He didn’t care about the beat. He was setting his own.
“Are you still thinking about him?” Kade whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending a jolt straight to my core.
When I didn’t answer, he spun me around, my back hitting his chest, his arms winding around my waist like a vice.
“The one on the phone, who thinks he owns the air you breathe.”
“I’m not.” It was the truth. My breath hitched as he dipped his head, his nose dragged along my neck, his hands roamed up my belly, close to my breasts like he owned my body.
“Do you like being shared, Omega?” he growled.
Even with my dead senses, that phantom flicker sparked again—that ghostly trail of burnt sweetness that seemed to bypass my nose and go straight to my brain.
It was intoxicating. Kade nipped at the junction of my shoulder, his teeth sharp and playful, marking me with every rhythmic sway of his hips.
I leaned back into him as I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck.
The room blurred. The dancing bodies around us were nothing more than shadows. It was just the heat of him, the hardness at my back, and the way his fingers ghosted beneath the hem of my oversized shirt, trailing up my thigh.
“Do you like my hands on you?” he chuckled, his voice a gravelly vibration against my skin.
“Yes,” I rasped. He turned me again, his hands caging my face as he stared down at me with those eyes. For a second, everything froze as they lowered to my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me.
But then, the air changed.
The heavy, fermented pressure of a drunk Alpha crowded our space, breaking the spell. I couldn’t smell the alcohol, but I could taste it, felt the humidity of it—a cloying pressure that triggered the sting of glass on my knee. A memory that made my stomach churn. His hands were on me.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he groaned.
All at once, the pressure, and his hands, vanished.
A growl cut through the music, and the space between me and the drunk was suddenly occupied by Kade’s back.
He was nose-to-nose with a stranger in a silent, predatory challenge.
When the Alpha went for a drunken hook, Kade dropped, sweeping the man’s feet out from under him with a precision that made the crowd gasp.
Then, the front door opened, and it felt like the house breathed in.
Dane appeared, and the room seemed to tilt toward him.
He didn’t just demand attention, he seized it.
He stepped forward, and the collective catch of breath from the women nearby filled the sudden silence.
I blinked, and he was there, his expensive shoe pressing down on the fallen Alpha’s face, grinding his cheek into the floor with a calm, terrifying authority.
Dane was far more beautiful than I thought he could be.
The vein in his temple pulsed, his jaw muscle flexed, and his thick lips begged to be sucked.
A delicious shiver ran up my spine as chilling gray eyes darted to me.
He was upset, but I didn’t care. He was here.
Greedily, I stared at this perfect nose and slicked back hair.
It was thick and dark. I wanted to grab a handful.
Kade looked up, his smirk wide and manic as he met Dane’s eyes. For a heartbeat, they exchanged a look. Did they know each other? Then Kade moved, stomping on the Alpha’s ribs while Dane maintained a crushing pressure on his head. Dane’s gaze remained on me until Kade was done.
Dane removed his foot and stepped toward me. I dragged my eyes from the floor, tracing a muscular chest up to a tatted neck. Knots. He was more beautiful than any Snarl could capture.
“Hi—ah!” I cried out as he grabbed my hand.
His palm was hot and calloused. He turned without another word.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea. I looked back at Kade; his face was splattered with blood.
He was leaning against the counter, adjusting his suspenders and watching us with that wide-eyed grin.
He just winked. A part of me knew I should say something—get a name, a number, anything—but then Dane’s fingers tightened on my wrist, and Kade became a blur.
“Wait. Can you give me a minute? I need to tell my cousin I’m leaving,” I said from behind him.
Dane pulled me out of the house and across the street toward a sleek black car.
He didn’t slow down, his long strides causing me to stumble.
When we reached the passenger door, he released me.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and refused to budge.
He huffed, a sound of pure, dominant impatience.
He opened the door. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he picked me up and threw me in.