“I am,” the man admitted with a broad grin.
“You’re gonna make a success of this. I just know it.” At that, Michael launched himself at Beau, wrapping his arms around him in the much vaunted bro hug, but when they pulled away, Michael looked a little flushed, his dark eyes sparkling. “Now, did you have somewhere a little more private we can hang out? I found my omega only days ago, and the need to shield her away from the crowd’s prying eyes is fucking kicking my arse.”
“You got it,” Mike said, sliding off the bar and grabbing the ice bucket, leaving us to take our glasses and the bottle. “I’ll take you up to the lounge on the second floor. That’s gonna be for VIPs all night, so you’ll be able to find a little bolthole up there away from the hoi polloi.”
The lounge was justas stunning downstairs, but it sported a floor to ceiling wall of windows that gave us a panoramic view of the harbour as the sun began to set, turning the waters bloody. Michael had to leave us to it, instructing the staff up here to look after us, but they didn’t need to, not yet. Beau found a corner booth, complete with richly upholstered leather seats, and directed us in, nodding the moment I let out a sigh.
“You knew,” I said, not explaining what I meant because he just nodded. Here, tucked away from the masses of chairs and stools, from the bar and everyone else that would later fill this room, I could watch the world go by without feeling like my skin was crawling.
His hand was on my shoulders when I let out a long sigh, and he nodded at that.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for—these shoulders dropping down from where they were, around your ears,” Beau said, watching me with a keen eye before pouring himself and his brothers a drink.
“Surrender.” The way Tobias said that one word, it was like a purr, a promise, and a threat, all rolled into one. “Which brings me to a necessary conversation.”
“Fuuuck…” Lucien groaned, slumping in the booth. “I thought we were going to ply our omega with drinks and see if we can get her loosened up enough to get her dancing on the table…or let me slide my hand up that fucking dress.”
Something twisted inside me, reminding me just how that’d gone the last time he did that when we’d gone out to the restaurant, and Lucien’s smile became carnivorous in response.
“That’s what we need to talk about, before anyone gets too drunk,” Tobias said, those cool brown eyes taking each one of us in as he slung his arm across the back of the booth. Right then, in that suit, with that pretty face, he looked like what a prince should look like. He gazed at the four of us with a possessive eye, then continued, “We’ve found our omega. She’s stopped fighting the bond between us and has accepted the need for us to tend to her.”
“Is that something you need now?” Beau asked with an impish grin, which brightened as his hand slid up my thigh.
“So we need to establish some ground rules for tonight.” Tobias focussed on me now, and it felt like the bar, the sunset, and his brothers faded away when he did. “You have a big, big bed, omega, one that could fit every single one of us without too much effort. Who do you want in it tonight?”
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All of them. I could feel it like a tide in my blood, tugging me closer and closer to them. It was hard to say, though, somehow feeling ridiculously salacious to voice in this swanky bar, particularly when the pretty people waiting downstairs started to arrive, but Nikki had told me to own my shit and it was good advice. So for what felt like the first time, I took it.
“I want…” Had any man hung on my words like they did? I didn’t think so. “We’re a pack, right?”
The others began to rumble a response at that, but Tobias held up a hand, his eyes pure silver as he stared into mine.
“We’ll always be a pack, no matter what happens. That’s what it means. You don’t have to have any or all of us with you tonight for that to be true.”
“Someday, you’re gonna learn to shut up when you’re ahead,” Lucien snapped.
“And I don’t want anything to go wrong, not when we’re so close to having everything we’ve ever dreamed of,” Tobias shot back.
“Nothing will go wrong, will it, omega?” Max’s glasses shone with the reflective light, almost as if he wore a mask, as his hand slid under the hem of my dress. “You’re ours, and we’re yours. You know that. We know that.”
“Take your hands off Sage for just a moment,” Tobias said. “Let her think for herself with a clear head about what she wants.”
“Tell him ‘yes, sir,’” Lucien instructed me with a devilish smile, leaning across the table to get closer. “It’ll drive him fucking mad.”
“Shut the fuck up, Lucien.” I blinked at that. Tobias wasn’t exactly proper, but he was so very contained, right up until the moment he wasn’t. My eyes slid to the handkerchief poking slightly out of his suit breast pocket, reminding me of how he’d used the last one, but then the autocratic alpha turned to me. “I want you making decisions about tonight while you have a clear head. That doesn’t mean consent can be withdrawn, but I’d like it given while you still have the wits to do so.”
“To do what?” I settled back against the booth, feeling the warmth of Beau’s arms pressing against it. “What do you want me to say yes or no to…sir?”
Lucien chuckled, then downed the rest of his rum before pouring himself out a measure, but Tobias transformed. His skin seemed to pale or something, because his eyes were almost luminous against it, his wolf staring out at me.
“Don’t use that word, not now, not until you mean it. It carries a lot of weight with it for me, something I don’t think you’re ready to be introduced to yet, something I wanted to do so in my own time.”
A dark look was shot at Lucien, but his brother seemed utterly unrepentant.
“In this context, with what you mean to me, it means giving me the greatest gift—your surrender. You’ll give your pleasure, your release, your responses over to me to manage, and I will. I’ll do my damndest to wring every damn pleasure I can from your body over and over, until you’re entirely wrung out…” A slow smile curved Tobias’ lips. “And then I’ll take mine.”
For several seconds, all I could do was stare, my mind racing, trying to visualise what he was proposing. I did what a lot of vanilla girls did and imagined him as Jamie Dornan inFifty Shades, but everything I’d read said that the books and movies were filled with stuff most kink practitioners would never do, at least not like that. Tobias watched me struggle, my lips parting, my breath sucking in to ask a question, before I let it trickle away again.