“She’s in control.”
I whispered the words, but Tobias caught them, smiling in response.
“Exactly that. Please, Sage, come and do some private sessions with Scarlet. Educate yourself about this lifestyle to the point you feel comfortable with it. When you’re at that point, we’ll talk it through, work out what you’re comfortable with, and then…”
He shielded me from the sights in the rooms, not needing them anymore and wanting all of my focus on him.
“Whatever you want, whatever you need, on every level, not just sexual—that’s what throbs inside me.” He picked up my hand and placed it inside his shirt, so I could feel the hot, hot skin beneath. “I need to provide you with every damn thing you could ever wish for more than I need my next breath.”
He drew closer and closer, filling my nose with the scent of tobacco and sandalwood.
“You’re everything I need, Sage, and I won’t stop until that’s been made clear to you.”
I went up on my tiptoes, my body straining to get to his, offering him my mouth, and he smiled when he saw it, but he didn’t have Jonathon’s control. His hands sank into my hair, went roaming down my back, and then pulled me close before turning us around and pushing me into the wall. I could feel him, the thrum of desperation in his body, the hard, hard length pushed between my legs, my thighs parting to let him grind deeper, but it was his kisses that did me in, long, sweet, and drugging, then biting, nipping things. He claimed my mouth so damn thoroughly that when he finally pulled away, my lips stung from the feel of him, from longing for more, but he took my hand and led me out of the playrooms, back to where his brothers and my best friend were sitting, talking.
“Nikki is a fucking mad bitch,” Lucien said when we arrived, but then his nostrils flared as he caught scent of me. He drew me closer, so I ended up sitting down wedged between him and Tobias.
“Nikki’s about to turn into a pumpkin,” she said, pulling out her phone. “I’ve got…only one missed call from Brian.” She put the device to her ear as she listened to it. “He couldn’t find the microwave popcorn, so it looks like my services are required.” Only she placed the phone on the table and leaned forward, gazing at all five of us. “Treat my girl right. She’s had to deal with way too many dickheads in her lifetime.” Her finger wagged back and forth. “Don’t add yourselves to that number.”
“So we’ll put you in charge of the destination wedding preparations when she finally agrees to take us as her mates?” Lucien asked.
“Destination wedding? Preparations?” Nikki grinned wickedly as she turned to me. “Girl, you’re fucked. You think you’re gonna be able to hold out on them, but with all this alpha growly shit on one side and the Pinterest board I’ve been compiling of what your wedding should look like on the other?”
“Pinterest what now?”
“Gonna call myself an Uber, and you just need to call me. It shouldn’t take a drunken night in a BDSM club to get all the goss out of you,” she ordered, getting to her feet.
“We’ll have one of our guys take you home,” Tobias said, then turned to the door and gestured for one of the men in suits to come forward. Nikki eyed the security guy for a second, then ambled off, her lips moving a mile a minute.
“You know she’s gonna talk his ear off all night,” I said.
“Don’t care.” Lucien’s grunt had a growly edge, and it was the only warning I got before his hand landed on my thigh and slid upwards. “You wore fishnet stockings outside where everyone can see you.”
“Scarlet told us to come club appropriate,” I explained, my voice rising as his hand did. “I didn’t really have anything else that would work for a BDSM club.”
“That’s a situation that will be resolved, if you wish it,” Tobias said, leaning over and watching my every response, his focus broken only by Lucien’s groan.
“Stockings and a garter belt? Fuck, Sage. I wasn’t able to get the last one out of my mind.”
“What was the ‘last one’?” Beau’s voice cut through the haze as he leaned over the table. “You never did tell us about that.”
“Past time for confessions, isn’t it?” Max moved the table backwards, walking through the gap until he was able to perch his arse on the edge of it, right in front of me. “Hello, my mate.” He tipped my chin up so I was forced to meet his eyes. “You are a beautiful wolf, but I admit, I’m glad to see this version back again.”
There was something cruel, carnivorous in his smile as I gasped, Lucien’s fingers playing across the bare skin of my upper thigh.
“Did you have a good time with Nikki and Scar? Did you find something you might like?” He leant in and took a deep breath of my scent. “It smells like you did, because your scent is creamy…”
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“Sage, when you get turned on it, makes your scent bloom so sweetly.” Max leaned in and sucked in another breath. “It tells us that you’re needy, that we need to tend to you.”
“But I’m not…” I looked frantically around the room, seeing the different ways people were playing with each other, some obviously sexual, some not. “I can’t…”
“No one will be engaging you in anything like what you see before you tonight,” Tobias said firmly.
“Shut up, Tobias,” Beau rumbled. “Sage would look amazing, spread across a pommel horse and—”
“No. Sage and I have already discussed this. Scarlet talked at length with me and made it clear that she would leave and take all of the clients with her from this club if we shoved Sage into something before she’s ready.” The big alpha looked down at me then. “Though there’s something to be said for something much more vanilla. Would you like that, Sage? Just because you feel sexual desire, doesn’t mean we need to do anything about it. We can take you home, bundle you up in your nest with some water and painkillers, to try and avoid a hangover.”