Chapter Twenty-nine
Remington
R iding in a private jet is amazing. It’s not the first time I’ve been on Emilia’s company jet, but it’s the first time she’s not with me.
Honestly, I’m not sure I’d survive on a commercial flight after being spoiled.
There are eight plush leather seats that face the front of the plane, plus two L-shaped leather couches that can each sit another ten people each. There are two bathrooms available for anyone to use, and there’s a bedroom at the back of the plane with its own bathroom with a shower. It’s insane.
If I ever travel overseas, I’m definitely going to be hitting up my sister to use her plane.
“Not too much longer.” Milo is practically bouncing beside me on the couch, turned so he can stare out the window.
Camila is pressed against his side, peering out the same window. “I’ve never been to the East Coast,” she admits.
I snort. “I prefer not to—especially during winter, but here we are. Fates, I hate the cold.”
“You will be fine,” Nikolai assures me. “You have many people to keep you warm.”
“Also, it’s not winter. It’s spring.” Victoria pats my leg.
Neither of them is wrong, but I already know I’m going to be freezing. I wonder where we’ll be staying. Maybe the omega suite will have a fireplace. That would definitely make it worth traveling to NYC in April. I know they keep talking about how it’s not that cold, but I know for a fact that their lows are still in the forties, which is nearly freezing for someone who grew up in Southern California.
“This is your captain speaking. We’re approaching New York City now and will begin our final descent in just a moment. Please return to your seat and buckle your seat belts.”
The eleven of us are spread out along the couches, so it takes a few moments for us to adjust enough that we can pull a lap belt over ourselves.
Thirty minutes later, we’re exiting the plane at the private airport. I pulled on my heavy coat before leaving the plane, and I shiver as soon as the cool air hits me.
“So fucking cold,” I whine.
Eric wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me against him. “We just have to make it to the SUVs.”
I frown because they look so far away, but I know they’re only a hundred feet from us.
“I hate the cold.”
“Don’t worry,” Milo says drolly. “We can’t tell at all.”
Camila nods. “You look completely comfortable.”
“Don’t start with me, Milo and Mila. I never should’ve let you both in the pack. You’re trouble.”
Laughter surrounds me as I lean into Eric, but I don’t care. All I care about is getting into the warm SUV.
I’m still shivering when I settle into the back row of seats, Aubrey and Milo sitting on either side of me. It’s not until the doors all close and heat surrounds me that I let out a sigh of relief. “So much better. I could never live on the East Coast or up north anywhere.”
My pack are all in the car with me, as are Mike and Lucas. The other SUV has my five remaining suitors and Tessa. Bree brought three of her men with her—Emmett, Roman, and Onyx—plus her two children, so they’re in a third SUV.
“Lucas, what hotel are we staying at?” I call up. “I should’ve asked Bree or Tessa, but I forgot.”
“The Luxe Pack Oasis. We have both penthouse suites booked, plus the floor of suites below that. They’re the only hotel that specializes in pack suites. It’s the only place Reginald will stay when we’re in the city.” He grins as he turns in his seat to face us. “But my mate is bougie as hell.”
I laugh. “I’m going to tell him you said that.”
He shrugs. “That’s fine. I already reminded him of it on the plane ride this morning.”
Well, that takes the wind out of my sails.
Traffic in New York City is terrible, so it takes us an hour to reach the hotel. Luckily, we’re already checked in. Bree’s pack takes the kids to the forty-ninth floor while the rest of us continue to the fiftieth floor. When the doors open, a long hallway is revealed with only two doors.
“This is where the eleven of you will be staying. Remy, you and your pack will be staying in Penthouse 1 as it has the omega suite. Suitors, you’ll be in Penthouse 2. Both suites have three bedrooms. The omega suite has a small nest and a bed that takes up most of the massive room. It also has an amazing pack bathroom. The other two rooms share a bathroom and each room has one bed. Both suites have a sitting area, a dining table, and a half bath not attached to any of the rooms.” Bree hands me and my pack one key each before moving to the suitors and doing the same. “There are three bedrooms in your suite as well, but each room has its own private bath and two beds each. Cameras have already been set up throughout the suites.”
Tessa claps her hands together to get our attention as murmurs break out. “Once again, you’ll each be given a walkie-talkie so you’ll be able to reach us when needed. The crew will all be staying on the floor beneath you. For dinner tonight, order room service. We ask that you all remain at the hotel tonight. There’s a conference room on the floor we’re staying on. We’ll meet you there at nine for breakfast and to give you the itinerary for the week. While we want to allow you to enjoy the city while we’re here, there are a lot of security risks. We’ll be giving you options each day for things you can do, but we’re going to have to ask you to choose from them only.”
“I don’t even know if I want to leave the hotel outside of the dates,” I admit. “There are too many damn people in this city.”
Aubrey shakes his head. “Like LA doesn’t?”
“Not like this.”
Bree sends me a soft smile. “And that’s okay, if that’s what you decide. There are plenty of things to do within the hotel as well. We’ll cover all of that with you tomorrow morning. I know the three-hour time difference is going to mess with us, so we’ve booked massages and a sleep therapist to come to your suites in two hours. That should give you plenty of time to settle in and eat. Your walkie-talkies are already in your rooms, so if you need anything, just call one of us. Enjoy your night.”
“I’m starving,” I admit, already moving toward our suite door. “And I can’t wait to see our rooms. We’ll see the rest of you in the morning.”
Eric opens the door for us, and I head straight for the omega suite. How do I know which one it is? The wide-open double doors leading to it reveal the massive bed that I can’t wait to dive into.
Maybe our time in the city won’t be too bad after all.
As Carter leads us to our private box seats, I can barely contain my excitement. It’s Monday night, and I’m on my first solo date for the week.
I hung around the hotel today, not wanting to venture out into the city. My pack offered to stay with me, but I wasn’t having any of that. I knew they wanted to see the city. Nikolai, Riley, and Quinn all decided to remain at the hotel, so I dragged them to the spa with me for the day. Nikolai kept complaining, but by the end of the day, he was happy with the results. He even smiled at people as we walked through the lobby.
Honestly, it was a little unnerving.
Emilia chose some amazing dates for me this week, although I’m going to give her a piece of my mind when I see her next. Every single date requires me to dress up. I’m so tired of ties, I’ve decided to rebel and not wear one all week—at least until Quinn’s premiere. I refuse to embarrass him. I’ll wear the damn tuxedo Evangeline designed especially for me.
Carter and I had dinner at this amazing Brazilian steakhouse before heading here for the ballet. I haven’t been to the ballet in years. I’m even more excited because it’s Sasha Rostova’s final performance.
“It’s so cool that you know Sasha,” I say as I settle into my seat.
Carter shrugs. “I wouldn’t say I know him. Sure, we were on the show together, but that was a tough time for Riley and me. I don’t feel like we really got to know any of the other suitors overly well.”
“But you’ve met him. You’ve spoken to him. That’s so amazing. I would kill to meet him.” I stare at the stage, wondering how long until the show starts. “How much longer?”
Carter chuckles. “You’re very impatient today. It should start in about fifteen minutes.”
I stick my tongue out but bite back my smart-ass response. He’s right. I am a lot more impatient than usual today.
I won’t admit it out loud, but it takes a lot of effort not to squirm in my seat while waiting for the show to start. When the lights go down, I want to cheer but bite it back.
As soon as the female lead steps onto the stage, followed moments later by Sasha and three other male dancers, I’m enthralled. It’s a beautiful story that reminds me of Emilia. The female character is an omega who loses her entire pack and doesn’t want to live without them. She doesn’t know how to survive without them. They’re watching over her as she breaks, trying to lift her up and will her to keep living.
By the end, tears are streaming down my face as I burst to my feet, clapping as loudly as I can. It hits a little close to home which is probably why I can’t seem to stop crying, but it was so poignant. I wonder if Emilia knew what the ballet was about when she picked it.
“Should I assume that your tears mean you enjoyed it?” Carter asks hesitantly.
I nod as I turn to face him. “It was beautiful.”
He grins. “It truly was. I was a little worried since it’s so similar to your sister’s story…”
“It is, but I think that’s part of its beauty. And the way they moved—the way their bodies told the story. I felt it here.” I tap my chest before swiping away my tears. “We should probably head out if we’re going to head to The Gilded Cage.”
He winces. “Is it just me, or does that sound like a strip club?”
I snort. “It totally sounds like one, but I don’t think Emilia would send us to a strip club. Hell, maybe she would. We won’t know until we check it out, will we?”
“You don’t care if it is?” he asks, his hand slipping to my lower back as he leads me out of the box to where Lucas and Mike are waiting for us.
“No, I don’t care. I’ve been to them before. They can be fun, and if that’s what she wants me to do, then who am I to say no?” I grin at our security. “Did the two of you watch the show at least?”
Lucas nods. “We watched from the back of your box. We only stepped out to make sure the hallway was clear. We’re going out through the backstage area to avoid the crowds. The car is already waiting for us.”
He leads us in the opposite direction of the others leaving their boxes, with Mike trailing us until we reach an employees-only door. He knocks, and it pops open to reveal a woman. She offers us a smile before leading us into an elevator that lets us out into a long hallway.
“This is what our backstage area looks like. There is an extra backstage for the dancers, but this is where everything else happens. The exit you’ll be using is at the end of the hall, but I’ve been instructed to make one stop on our way there,” the woman tells us as she starts down the hallway.
“A stop? Where?”
She glances over her shoulder and flashes me another smile. “That’s a surprise. Though, I’m told it’s one you’ll enjoy.”
I jump from foot to foot, wondering what it could be. I don’t want to wait. I want to know now, but that’s just my impatience rearing its ugly head once more. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me today.
Five minutes later, we stop outside of a door that the woman knocks on. When it opens, Sasha Rostova is standing there.
“Oh my gods, you’re Sasha Rostova!” I squeal as if he doesn’t know who he is. “You danced beautifully tonight. It was such an honor to be able to see you dance in your last show.”
Sasha chuckles. “I am glad you enjoyed. You must be omega. Remington, I believe? Carter, it is good seeing you again.”
Holy crap, his Russian accent is so much like the twins’, but theirs are a little more pronounced than his.
“Yes. I’m Remington. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Carter chuckles as he leans over to shake Sasha’s hand. “It’s good to see you, too, Sasha. Are you really retiring?”
“I am. It is time. I am glad to see you and Riley trying to find your omega once more.” Sasha offers him a smile before turning back to me. “I have sent basket of goodies to your hotel. Bree says she will be sure you receive it.”
“That’s so amazing. Thank you so much.” I feel like I’m a babbling idiot right now. “Wait. Would you take a picture with us? Shit, I don’t have a phone.”
Lucas shakes his head. “I got you, Remy. As long as Sasha is okay with it.”
“Oh, yes. Please take picture.” Sasha waves us over until Carter and I are surrounding him. I didn’t realize how short he was until right now. He’s at least two inches shorter than me. His presence is so big on stage that I figured he’d be taller than me. Weird.
I grin like an idiot as Lucas snaps a few photos before stepping away. “Thank you again for meeting us. You’ve made my night.”
“That is good. I hear you are almost done choosing your pack. I am happy for you.” Sasha waves as we start back down the hallway, and I wait until I hear his door shut before I squeal again.
“Oh my gods, I met Sasha Rostova. I can’t wait to tell Emilia. She’ll be so jealous.”
When the woman swings the door open, we step outside to find the car waiting right there. How convenient.
It takes us another twenty minutes to make it to The Gilded Cage, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s a bad idea. It’s already eleven, and I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Maybe we should’ve gone back to the hotel.
But I’m also not ready for my night with Carter to end. I’ve spent a little bit of time with just him, but usually, it’s him and Riley. Riley tends to overshadow his beta—not on purpose, I don’t think. He just has so much presence, and I think Carter prefers to fade into the background. I’m glad I decided to take each of the remaining five suitors out individually this week.
I’ve always liked Carter, but I’m getting to know him better without Riley. His personality shines through more when he’s on his own.
He’s also sexy as fuck.
I shift in my seat as my cock hardens, eyes going wide. I wasn’t even thinking anything dirty.
The car comes to a stop moments later, and Lucas ducks out while Mike waits with us. As soon as we have our all clear signal, I adjust myself as discreetly as I can while climbing out. I’m going to need my dick to calm the fuck down.
Lucas holds the door open for us, and when we step inside, I find we’re in an almost pitch-black hallway. There are strips of lights on the floor leading to a booth that lights up as we near.
“Good evening, gentlemen. You’re in luck. The next show is set to start in five minutes, so we can show you straight to your seats. Everything is taken care of on our side. If you’ll proceed to the door, one of our wait staff will direct you where to go from there.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, glancing at Lucas and Mike. “Will you be sitting with us?”
Mike snorts. “No way. No one is allowed inside unless they have seats. All security is required to wait outside.”
I wrinkle my nose. That’s weird, but if Bree and Tessa approved of it, then it must be okay.
Lucas leads us to the door, pushing it open to reveal another hallway. This one glows red with low, sultry music playing. A man is waiting for us wearing a mask and a barely-there pair of boxer briefs.
Shit. Did my sister send us to a strip club?
“Good evening. My name is Silas, and I’ll be your server tonight. If you want anything to drink, please let me know now so I can place the order. They’ll have it ready by the time we step into the main room. Once the show begins, no drinks will be served. You must remain in your seat until the show is over. They last between thirty and forty-five minutes with a thirty-minute intermission in between.”
I feel like those are weird rules, but what do I know? It’s not like I even know what the hell we’re in for.
“I’ll take a club soda,” I tell him, glancing at Carter.
“I’ll have the same. Thank you, Silas.”
Silas presses something into the tablet he’s holding before gesturing for us to follow him. “I believe both of you are new to The Gilded Cage?”
I nod. “We are. My sister set this up for us. We have no idea what we’re in for.”
“Oh?” Silas chuckles. “Well, if she didn’t tell you what to expect, then I’ll leave it as a surprise. I can tell you that you’re in for a real treat. Your security will remain outside the room. We have a comfortable lounge set up for them.”
He stops in front of a set of gilded gold double doors, nodding his head to an open doorway. “That’s the lounge for security. As promised, they will be safe in our main room. Are you ready?”
Looking up at Carter, I shrug, and he laughs. “As ready as we’ll ever be.”
“Excellent.” Silas swings open the door, and all we can see are drapes of fabric as we step inside. As soon as the door shuts behind us, he pushes open the curtains to reveal the room beyond.
I blink in surprise. This isn’t at all what I was expecting.
Like the hallway we just exited, the room is lit with red lights. There’s a long bar spanning the length of the wall to our left and beneath us is what I assume are the seats. They’re laid back at more than a forty-five degree angle, but they’re not flat against the floor. I can’t see into any of them as they almost seem to be closed in. There are only about twenty of them, some larger than others.
The stage is at the front of the room, but it’s not on the floor. Instead, it’s above the room and tilted at an angle. Standing where we are, I can’t see the full stage, and not just because the lights are off. It looks like it’s perfectly angled for those in seats to see the show.
“Here are your club sodas,” Silas says as he hands them to us. “Let’s get you down to your seats.”
“What the hell is this place?” Carter asks quietly, and I shake my head.
I have no fucking clue.
What did my sister sign us up for?
We follow Silas down the stairs, and he leads us to an area in the front. Now, I can see that while the seats aren’t fully enclosed, they mostly are. There seems to be a cutout in the front so the viewers can see the show, but no one can see inside unless they’re standing in front of it.
Silas pulls on the handle and the front opens to reveal a small table big enough for drinks, and a couch-like area just big enough for two. “Climb on in. As a reminder, no one will be able to see into your capsule. They are cleaned and descented between client uses. There’s a button under the lip of the table. This is only to be used if there is an emergency during the show. Once the show is over, the door will open automatically, and you’ll be able to walk around, use the bathroom, refill your drink, or head home. Do you have any questions?”
“I don’t think so?”
“Excellent. Climb on in and enjoy the show.”
Carter steps in first, helping me in after taking my drink and setting it on the table beside his. It’s weird because it has these weird half steps down and then we kind of just fall into the seats. As soon as we’re seated, Silas closes the door and the lights flash outside our capsule.
“This is weird as fuck, right?” I ask, reaching out to take his hand. There are low lights in the capsule, but it’s just enough to make out the shape of one another as the lights dim outside.
He nods. “Yeah, I have no idea what to expect now. I don’t think it’s a strip club, but did your sister send us to a sex show?”
Sexy, sultry music starts up, flowing into the capsule from speakers behind our heads. And maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s what’s going on here.
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
The stage lights up, and I settle in to watch the show. There are three women dressed in corsets with short skirts and garter belts. They’re all gorgeous as they begin to move to the music, and I realize exactly what kind of club we’re at.
“It’s a burlesque club,” I hiss. “I don’t know what’s with the capsules or whatever, but I’ve been to a few of them before. They’re usually pretty damn good shows.”
Carter nods. “Okay, that makes me feel better.”
I relax into the seat, my side pressing into Carter’s as I watch the woman on stage. Burlesque is so fucking sexy. I bet Camila and Victoria would look amazing in those outfits. I wonder if I can convince them to wear them for me?
“Uhhh…Remy, is everything okay?”
I glance at Carter, frowning. “Yes. Why?”
“Well, you’re perfuming—a lot.” Carter looks like he’s trying to hold his breath.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I was just thinking about how sexy Camila and Victoria would look in those outfits…” I trail off as my eyes find the stage once more. “Well, that’s not how burlesque shows usually go.”
Three men have joined the woman on stage—all completely naked as they sit in the chairs the women just vacated. Then the women start dancing on them.
Wait, no. That’s totally not what’s happening.
One of the women drops to the floor, dancing in front of the chair before lowering her mouth over the man’s thick cock. They’re kind of far away, but I’m fairly certain I see a knot forming at the base of him. I can’t see the others anymore because the other two women are now dancing and riding their dicks.
“It might be a burlesque show, but it’s also definitely a sex show.” Carter lets out a shaky breath.
Taking in a deep lungful of air, I scent his arousal, just barely noticeable with my perfume hanging in the air.
Feeling brave, I trail my hand up his thigh until I can cup him through his pants. He’s so fucking hard.
“I want to suck your cock, Carter. Please, can I suck your cock?”
Carter gasps, his hips jerking toward me. “We really shouldn’t. We’re in public. Is that what you want?”
“So, so much,” I tell him, already unbuckling his pants and tugging his cock out, stroking him as I bite my lip. “Please, can I?”
“Fuck. How am I supposed to say no to that?” His eyes find the stage once more, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the cock I want shoved down my throat. “Fates above, this is torture. Yes, suck me, Remy.”
I don’t need to be told twice. It takes me a few seconds to figure out how I can kneel on the floor, but as soon as I figure it out, I close my lips around his head and suck him down. I take him as deep as I can and swallow before backing off and licking along his length.
I undo my own pants and take out my cock, stroking my length as I swallow him down again. I hum as pre-cum hits my tongue. Carter pants and curses above me.
My entire focus has come down to two things—the cock in my mouth and the one in my hand. At this rate, I’m going to come before Carter.
I love sucking cock. I love pussies too, but I am a cock whore.
I still my hand, squeezing at the base of my dick as I double down on the blowjob I’m giving. Carter is trying really hard to sit still, but I moan around him when he pushes his cock further down my throat. I gag, my hand unable to sit still.
I need to come.
I need Carter to come so I can swallow him down.
“Fuck, Remy. Your mouth is too fucking good. I’m so close.”
Thank fuck.
I take him as deep as I can, holding him there as I swallow once, twice, three times.
If my mouth wasn’t full, I would grin as Carter groans out my name when he spills into my mouth.
The moment his cum hits my tongue, I explode all over my hand and the floor.
Carter pulls me off him, drags me onto his lap, and kisses the hell out of me. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It sure was.” I lift my cum-covered hands to my lips and lick. “Want a taste?”
Instead of answering out loud, he leans forward and sucks my finger into his mouth. He continues on each of my fingers until they’re all clean.
Now, I really want him to fuck me.
Fates above, I just came. Why the hell am I so damn horny?
“Thank you, Remy,” Carter murmurs against my lips as he kisses me again before tucking both of us away and pulling me into his side. It looks like the show is almost over, and it’s probably best if we head out after this.
But damn, what a great fucking date.
Running a hand over my face, I try to hide my yawn. I’m so fucking tired.
After my date with Carter last night, I’d gone back to my suite and fucked my pack for hours before passing out. I didn’t wake up until early afternoon. Even after all that sleep, I’m still exhausted.
I would’ve been happy to stay in my suite all night, but I don’t have that option this week. Not with a date every night.
“Are you okay, Remy?” Nikolai asks, leaning close.
I nod. “I’m a little tired tonight, but it’s okay. I’m really excited about our date. I promise.”
“I am not worried about that,” he says with a shake of his head. “I am worried about you.”
I wave off his concerns. “Shhh, it looks like they’re getting ready to start.”
Nikolai looks like he wants to say something else, but he snaps his mouth shut and turns his attention toward the stage.
We started our date with dinner at an amazing French restaurant. It was one of those fancy places where the menus are completely in French. I was surprised I was able to read it, considering it’s been years since I’ve read and spoken French. Even if I couldn’t have, it turns out Nikolai could.
Apparently, French is one of the five languages he’s fluent in. How did I not know this about him?
Oh, right. Because he usually doesn’t speak much.
Now we’re at a symphony. I love orchestra performances, and I can’t wait to hear them play. The program says they’ll be playing popular music from the last two hundred years. I’ve listened to this particular orchestra on occasion, but I’ve never seen them live.
While Emilia’s club choices might be questionable, it seems her choice of restaurants and activities is impeccable.
My eyes fall shut as they begin to play, and I’m immediately lost to the music. I’m sad when intermission comes around, impatient for the concert to continue.
“Are you sure everything is fine, Remy?” Nikolai asks again. “You are acting…strange.”
I frown. “What are you talking about? Of course, I’m fine. Just like I’ve told you the first ten times you asked me. I’m just excited to hear the rest of the concert. They’re amazing.”
Where I had been exhausted before the symphony started, the music really pumped me up. I feel like I could keep going all night long. I kind of feel like I drank a gallon of coffee. Maybe I’m a little jittery, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fine.
Nikolai nods. “Okay. I am worried about you is all. You are important to me.”
“You’re important to me too, Nikolai. Can I call you Nik? Your name is such a mouthful.”
“Sure, you can call me Nik. No one else, though. You make sure they all know this is only okay for you.” One side of Nikolai’s mouth turns up into a half smile as I nod.
“Yeah, okay. I can do that. Oh! Look! They’re getting ready to start again.”
I ignore the worried look Nikolai shoots me, focusing my attention on the stage. Once again, as the music begins to play, my eyes fall shut, and I forget the world around me.
“Remington?”
Blinking my eyes open, I find Nikolai’s worried face staring back at me. “What?”
“You went into some trance or something when music started. I have been trying to wake you since the music stopped.”
Frowning, I think back. I feel like even when he called my name, I was still hearing music. Weird.
“Maybe I fell asleep? I don’t know what to tell you, but I’m fine. Are you ready to go to Nightfall?”
Nikolai shakes his head. “I do not believe this is good choice. We should go back to hotel so you can be checked out.”
“I’m fine, Nik. I promise.” I grin at him as I stand. “I feel great. I guess I just needed a nap. I want to see what kind of place my sister picked out for tonight. Let’s hope it’s nothing like last night’s.”
He’s still frowning. “What was wrong with the place last night?”
I shake my head. “Nothing was wrong with it. I just don’t think it’s your kind of place. Come on.”
I skip into the hallway to find Lucas and Mike waiting for us.
“Didn’t you just love the music?” I ask them. “I assume we’re not going out the front door, so where are we going?”
Lucas frowns, his eyes finding Nikolai as he exits the box we enjoyed the symphony from. “Did you take something, Remy?”
“Take something? What are you talking about? Of course, I didn’t. I did fall asleep while listening to the concert, though. It’s put some pep in my step. Can we go now? I don’t really feel like standing still.”
“I told him we should go back to hotel, but he insists we should go to Nightfall. I do not think this is good plan.”
Lucas glances at Mike before shaking his head. “I think you’re right. I’m sorry, Remy. We’re going to need to bring you straight back to the hotel.”
“What? No!” I slap my hands against my legs. “I’m not ready to go back to the hotel. If you won’t take me, then I’ll find my own way there.”
Without waiting for a response, I start down the hallway, but Nikolai cuts me off.
“Nik! Why are you being such a spoiler sport? Are you not enjoying our date? I know I am.”
“I am enjoying this time with you, omega, but I believe something is wrong. Please, will you come back to hotel with us?”
I stamp my foot, frowning. “I don’t want to. You can’t make me.”
“Hey, Remy,” Lucas says, his tone cajoling. “There’s someone on the phone who wants to talk to you.”
“Oh! A phone call? I thought we couldn’t have those.” Spinning around, I snatch the phone from him. “Hello? Who’s this?”
“Remington, what’s going on?” Victoria’s voice rings through the phone, and all my anger washes away.
I wish I was with her.
“You can be, Remy,” she responds, and I guess I said that out loud. Oops. “Lucas, Mike, and Nikolai want to bring you back to me.”
“Oh, Nik! Wait, you can’t call him that. He has been a wonderful date tonight. I’m not ready for our date to end.”
“Remington.” While not an actual alpha bark, it’s close enough to one that my back straightens.
“Yes, alpha?”
“Please let them bring you back to the hotel. We can cuddle with the rest of the pack.”
“Oh, I like cuddles. Not as much as sex, but it’s close. Maybe we can fuck, too? I’m so horny.”
I can practically feel her frustration through the phone. I love how much she loves me.
“If that’s what you want, omega. Come home to me—to your pack.”
“Okay, alpha. I’ll let them bring me back to you. I love you.” I smile up at Lucas as I offer him his phone back. “I have the best alpha. She says she’ll fuck me when I get back.”
Lucas’s eyes are wide, his face red. I’m not sure if he’s embarrassed, angry, or trying not to laugh. Mike, who’s standing behind him, is definitely laughing. A glance over my shoulder reveals Nikolai is not.
“Ummm…okay. Let’s go back to the hotel.” I grab Nikolai’s hand and look up at Lucas expectantly. “Where do we go?”
Lucas shakes his head, saying nothing, but at least he starts walking so we can follow him.
I’ll get to see my alpha soon. She’ll make everything better.