Chapter 25 #2
“God, you’ve gotta slow down,” he says.
“Nuh uh, are you my dad?”
I stiffen, shaking my head.
My dad is exactly who I don’t want to be thinking about right now.
“You know, I think the person most likely to have a Daddy kink is probably Everett,” Beckham says, sliding up behind me.
I relax into his touch, sandwiched between the two of them.
“That’s crazy information,” I giggle. “But it makes sense. He does give daddy vibes.”
“Looks like you have your pick of alphas,” Leo murmurs, leaning down and tracing his nose up the column of my neck.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, rubbing my cheek against him as we sway to the music, scent-marking him.
“Territorial, huh?” he chuckles.
“Very.”
And then I pull him down for a kiss.
For the second time tonight, I close my eyes, letting the flashing lights shine past my closed eyelids.
But this time, there are no more pesky, annoying thoughts.
All I’m focused on is the feel of Beck’s body at my back and Leo’s body at my front, his tongue dancing with mine.
It’s a sloppy kiss, courtesy of the three shots I took back to back. But Leo doesn’t seem to have any complaints if the way he pulls me even closer is any indication.
“God, you guys are hot,” Beck groans, shifting his hips and pressing an impressively sized bulge into me. “I’m starting to get jealous.”
I lean my head back against his shoulder, grabbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t be,” I say, flashing him a loopy smile and pulling his lips down to meet mine.
He lets out a groan that vibrates through my back.
His hands travel up from my hips, tracing up my body until they’re just barely cupping the underside of my tits.
We kiss until we’re both breathless. I roll my neck, trying to get out the kink from holding it at that strange angle for so long.
Leo and Beck share big grins with each other, their hands still lingering on my body.
Man, am I a lucky fucking duck.
Quack quack, motherfuckers.
“Did you just say quack?” Leo chuckles, tilting his head down at me.
My hand flies to cover my mouth.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?”
“You definitely did, Starlight,” Beck chuckles, resting his chin on my shoulder.
I let out a groan, hiding behind my hands.
“That’s so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. If anything, it’s cute,” Leo says. “Maybe I should start calling you my lucky duck. The other guys have their cute nicknames for you.”
I’m sure sober me would have more protests, because Duck isn’t the most flattering nickname out there.
Drunk me, though?
The thought of having such a special nickname from Leo makes me want to burst into tears.
“I love it,” I say, throwing my arms around Leo’s neck.
“Okay then, Lucky Duck it is,” he laughs.
“Your Lucky Duck’s gotta high-tail it to the bathroom,” I say, settling back onto my feet.
“We can come with you,” Beck offers.
“No, it’s okay, really,” I say, smiling reassuringly at him. “The only bathrooms here are downstairs. And I wouldn’t want to cause a stampede if people noticed you were here tonight.”
He pouts, but he eventually agrees.
“Fine, I’ll just go nurse another drink over there with Mr. Party Pooper while you’re gone.”
“Let me come with you, then,” Leo offers, walking me to the stairs.
“I’m a big girl,” I huff.
“And I want to take care of you regardless,” Leo says.
His sweet words have me nearly missing a step.
“Fuck!”
Before I have a chance to go tumbling down the rest of the staircase, Leo’s arm swoops in around my waist and keeps me from eating shit.
I blink up at him with wide eyes.
“Looks like I’m sweeping you off your feet tonight, huh?” he teases.
“Shut up,” I say, slapping his chest when I finally get my feet under me.
Something prickles at the back of my mind, and I turn, staring down the rest of the staircase.
People mingle at the bottom, dancing and drinking, but no one in particular is watching us.
I can’t help but feel like someone was though.
“I’ll be fine, promise,” I say, flashing him a reassuring smile. “See you soon! I’ll be right up. I’ve got my phone on me just in case.”
His brows draw down in concern, but before he has a chance to make another compelling argument, I’m headed down the rest of the stairs.
Strangely enough, there’s literally no line to go to the bathroom.
Maybe I am a lucky duck!
The thought dies the moment I step foot outside the bathroom and meet the intense gaze of a man.
An alpha.
From the intensity of his smoky cedarwood scent? An angry alpha.
“Andromeda Sterling,” he growls, his lip curling back in disgust.
The expression draws my attention to the sharpness of his jawline. Some of the purple and blue lights shine into the dark hallway, creating an ethereal glow on his dark skin that would be more appealing if he weren’t so pissed looking.
It reminds me of the way I couldn’t help but notice Elijah’s beauty, despite the fact he was ready to blow a gasket when he met me.
But not all handsome men are Elijah. Sometimes they end up being Ezra and I don’t want to end up with my head slammed onto any more hard surfaces.
And in that moment, I regret not taking any of the guys up on their offer to come with me.
Because now I’m alone in this back hallway of this club, being stared down by an angry alpha I don’t recognize, but who very obviously knows me.
Fuck, I’d be the stupid bitch to die first in a horror movie.