59. Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Lana

A greeing to this dinner is either the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, or the smartest.

Standing there with my cleavage on display in the sleeveless cami, surrounded by the four hottest men I’ve ever met, I start to wonder if it’s as warm in the room as it feels.

Shadow’s perfume is in the air, mingling with the food smells to make me hungry and horny all at once. If offered the choice right now, I genuinely don’t know which option I’d take.

It feels insanely greedy to tell them I’m into this without any preamble.

I’m here to sit through a date and hopefully get lucky by the end.

So, I sit down when asked, and I sip wine when it’s poured for me.

“This is nice,” I tell them. “I haven’t been on a date in a really long time.”

Pete smiles at me from my right side. “Well, you’ll be spoilt for choice on date nights now.”

I feel my cheeks burn at the insinuation he’s making. So far, he’s the only one who’s told me I’m his mate. I’m not sure I’ll believe there’s more to this until I hear from the rest of them.

I can sense Owen’s gaze on me from across the table.

When I look up, I find his gaze moving from my cleavage to my lips.

He gives me a smile, but he doesn’t say a word.

Shadow’s humming happily over the stove behind us, and Ezra’s hovering around, topping up wine glasses and putting out napkins. He seems unusually anxious.

“So, is it true that a Beta can take an Alpha’s knot?” I ask Pete, wondering about the exact dynamics of this pack. They all have the energy of mates for each other, but I bet it’s not a simple set up.

Pete smiles as Ezra drops a fork on the carpet.

“Oh, a Beta can take just as much knotting as an Omega can.”

“That’s true,” Shadow calls out. “We’ve definitely tested it.”

Owen snorts at that. “I don’t think we reached a definitive conclusion.”

“We did,” Pete says. “I can take it for much longer, but Shadow’s cum definitely helps me last.”

“Shadow’s cum?” I find myself asking.

“It tastes like his perfume,” Pete murmurs. “So does his slick.”

“It does?”

Pete nods, before he leans in and kisses me.

I close my eyes and kiss him back, vaguely aware that it’s not a polite little peck he’s giving me in front of his Alphas and his Omega and not really caring.

He’s a good kisser, and I’ve spent too long going without affection to be bothered by modesty or how things might look to other people.

I’ll take whatever he wants to give, whether or not that’s when we’re alone or in company.

He breaks the kiss with a satisfied sigh. “It’s been too long since I claimed you.”

His admission makes my body flush through with heat.

“It has,” I confirm, feeling emboldened by his kiss. “But I think we need to correct something.”

“Oh?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Like you told me when you claimed me, Ezra was supposed to do that first.”

He starts to grin. “You want Ezra to claim you?”

I shrug, a little afraid to look the handsome doctor in the eye.

What if he isn’t interested? I would probably die of mortification, right here and now.

Pete has no such fear. He gets to his feet, and nods at Owen who gets up after him.

“Table,” Pete says, taking one end as Owen takes the other.

They lift it to a spot a few feet away and set it back down.

I have no damn idea what’s going on.

At least, until Ezra gets to his knees in front of me.

He looks up, wonder in his bright eyes.

“I’ve been in awe of you since we met, Lana. I knew you were meant to be mine. To be ours.”

He takes my hands in his. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I know it’s a lot.”

“Ezra, I’ve been head over heels since you got here. I can’t tell you how many cold showers I took because of you. I’m beyond ready for this. All of it.”

Maybe things would be different if I was younger, or less experienced, but neither of those things apply to me, and I’m just hopeful enough to take this leap of faith with these men.

“All of it?” Ezra sounds stunned.

“Can you please kiss me now?”

He stands up and helps me to my feet.

My arms wrap around his neck.

He’s taller than I am, but not by too much.

Leaning in, he kisses me softly, hands going to my waist.

It’s the sweetest damn kiss I’ve ever had, and he follows it up by lifting me into his arms and carrying me into the bedroom.