Chapter 3
ROWAN
The moment she walked through the door, I knew we were fucked. Not just interested or intrigued. Fucked.
Her scent was warm and sweet with an undertone of something I couldn't quite identify. Blockers, probably. Most Omegas wore them in public spaces, especially in clubs like this. But even through the blockers, there was something about her that made my wolf sit up and pay attention. I’d hate to smell her full on because whatever I could smell was so right it hardened my dick like steel.
Earlier, I’d wanted to lay her on the bar and lick her from head to toe.
Now, all I needed was her clothes off and I didn’t care what surface she was on.
I wanted to mark her with my tongue, lips, dick, cum, and even my brother.
Kellan felt this shit too. I could see it in the way his posture had shifted, the way his eyes tracked her every movement.
The way he had to plant his feet so that he didn’t trample her to the ground.
"Drink?" I asked, moving to the bar we kept stocked in the corner.
"Tonic," she said.
Not what I'd expected. Most Omegas ordered wine or cocktails. Something sweet. I poured her a generous serving and handed it to her. She took it without hesitation and drank.
"Rough day?" Kellan asked, settling onto the couch.
"Rough year." She finished the drink and set the glass down. "But that's not why I'm here."
"Why are you here?" I asked.
She looked between us, and I watched her cycle through several possible answers before settling on honesty.
"Because I'm tired of being careful. Tired of controlling everything. Tired of…" She broke off. "It's my birthday. I'm thirty. I've never done anything impulsive in my entire life. And you two are offering me something I've never let myself want."
"Which is?" Kellan prompted.
"Permission to stop thinking. For someone else to take the reigns."
The words hung in the air between us.
Kellan's eyes darkened. "What exactly are you asking for?"
"One night." Her voice was steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "One night where I don't have to be in control. Where someone else makes the decisions. Where I can just…" She swallowed. "Feel."
My wolf was howling.
"You understand what you're asking?" I said carefully.
"I think so."
"This isn't just sex," Kellan said. "If you're asking us to take control, we will. Completely. We'll push you. Test your limits. Make you feel things you've never felt."
"I know."
"And you're okay with that?"
"I'm here, aren't I?"
I exchanged a look with Kellan. We'd shared partners before. Knew how to read each other, how to coordinate, how to give someone an experience they'd never forget. But this felt different. She felt different.
"Rules," I said. "If we do this, there are rules."
She nodded.
"First: safeword. Red means stop immediately. Yellow means slow down. Green means keep going."
"This I know."
"Second: we're both participating. If you can't handle that, say so now."
"I can handle it."
I hoped.
I hated saying this even as the words left my mouth. "You wanted one night. That's what you get."
Something flickered across her face. I couldn’t tell if it was relief or disappointment.
"Agreed," she said.
"Then we have one more question," Kellan said. "What's your name?"
She hesitated. "Naomi, but I’m not divulging my last name."
Naomi.
The name hit me like a physical blow. There was something about it, something that felt right in a way I couldn't explain.
"Naomi," Kellan repeated, testing it. "Alright, Naomi. Here's how this works. You stay until we say you can leave. You do what we tell you to do. And in return, we make sure you have the best birthday of your life."
"And tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, you walk away," I said. "No strings. No expectations. No regrets."
She looked at me with those green eyes, and I saw the war happening behind them. Fear, want, and curiosity all tangled together. Her gold-brown complexion.
"Okay," she whispered. "Show me."
Kellan smiled, slow and predatory. "Oh, sweetheart. We're going to do more than show you."
He stood and moved toward her with that liquid grace he had. Circled behind her. His hands settled on her shoulders.
"Last chance," he murmured in her ear. "Once we start, we don't stop until you safeword or we're done. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good."
I saw her shiver and her pupils dilate. Oh, she was going to be fun.
"Strip," I said.
She froze. "What?"
"You heard me. Take off the dress."
"Here? Now?"
"That's what strip means, yes." I kept my voice level, commanding. "Unless you want to safeword already?"
"No. I just…" She took a breath. "Okay."
Her hands went to the zipper at her side. She pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. The dress pooled at her feet. Underneath, she wore simple black lingerie. Nothing fancy. Just practical cotton that somehow made her look more vulnerable than if she'd been wearing lace.
"Good," Kellan said. "Now come here."
She walked toward him on shaking legs. This was it. The point of no return. And god help us both, I couldn't wait to ruin her.