18. Sadie

Icarry the last dishes to the small kitchen counter in the cabin and drop them off in the stack next to Logan.

"Hunter and I got this, then we"re headed to bed," Logan says. "I"m beat."

I waggle my eyebrows at him then look meaningfully at where I know his ass is smarting.

He laughs, his cheeks a bright pink. "Guilty."

"Not guilty. Hot," I tell him.

I kiss Lo"s cheek and dance behind Hunter toward the living room. Hunter smacks my ass with the towel he"s using to dry dishes. "Where"s my sugar, baby?"

I turn around and go to my tippy toes. Hunter bends down, and I rope my arms around his neck, playfully smothering him in kisses. He pecks my lips in return, his juniper and amber a spicy cloud of contentment all around us.

"You want me to wake you up to go fishing?" he asks.

"How early?"

"Probably five. Maybe six if I"m feeling lazy."

"If it"s six, count me in."

"See, I"ll make a country girl outta you yet. You"re already more than halfway." He grins triumphantly.

I like the picture he makes of me belonging to this place and this pack. "I won"t stop you."

His grin grows bigger, his beard tickling me as he pulls me in for a kiss that he punctuates with a grip on my ass. Hunter's big hands tease beneath my dress, dipping between my legs to stroke my pussy until I'm squirming and breathless in his arms.

"Go have fun, and I"ll wake you in the morning," he says, popping my ass and sending me back toward the rest of the pack, now a little dazed.

In the main living space, Bear is sitting on the end of the long L-shaped couch while Tristan sits curled up against the other end. Graham is splayed out on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace, looking through a stack of records. I head straight for Bear"s lap, climbing up and resting my back against his chest.

After my afternoon nap on Elliot, we spent the evening playing cards. Graham won a heated game of Uno that lasted an hour and a half. Then we grilled and ate dinner around the campfire. But a storm pushed us back inside.

Graham starts up a record, a twangy slow ballad that drowns out the pinging sound of rain on the tin roof. He comes over and holds out his hand to me. I take it, letting him pull me into a slow dance. He holds me close, his smell intensified by the storm outside. My body thrums with a low volt of electricity. We dance through several songs, Graham's hands roaming and our bodies swaying.

"Want me to teach you how to dance, El? The lead steps?" Tristian asks.

Graham and I don"t falter, keeping up our slow dance, but it feels as if we both suck in a breath at the same time.

Elliot"s deep voice rumbles, "You can try."

I don"t comment on Elliot"s decision. I can feel his embarrassment in the bond, but he"s also eager, and I want to nurture that until it blooms into confidence.

We dance while Doc instructs Elliot patiently. Elliot keeps stepping on his feet, but Doc never gets agitated. He"s slow and smooth, his voice creating a spell that mellows Graham"s throbbing electricity. Through several songs, Doc points out things that Graham and I are doing and teaches them to Bear. Between his grunts and curses, we all take opportunities to praise our shy alpha.

When the record needs to be flipped, Elliot bows out, and I go with him, cuddling in his lap. I loop my hand around his neck and find his favorite spot, teasing my fingers back and forth along his hairline. He shivers at the contact, moving subtly, and that"s when I notice he"s already hard.

"You looked hot out there. Next time, I want a dance."

He blushes, his scent all gooey s"mores, his bond a low simmering of arousal. "Let me practice some."

"You don"t have to?—"

"I want to," he says, cutting off any rebuttal with a kiss. At first, he"s a little hesitant, and I let him explore until he"s claiming my mouth. It"s hungry but still sweet, eager like he is.

After Graham flips the record, I hear the swish of their slow movements as they dance, but I don"t stop kissing Elliot until I have to come up for air. My body feels relaxed and hyped at the same time. I snuggle into Elliot"s embrace as we watch Graham and Tristian dance. Their hands increasingly wander, and their mouths are inches apart until, finally, the two alphas kiss. It"s hypnotic. Their bodies move in a smooth dance of wandering hands under shirts and desperate mouths. That tendril of desire that"s been growing in my belly all day ignites, and my perfume billows.

Doc pulls back, panting, looking at the two of us with a guilty expression. "We got carried away."

"Don"t stop or be sorry on my account," I say. "I love watching the two of you together. It"s making me hot."

"All right, darlin'. We"ll present to you?—"

"Whatever it is, don"t say it," Doc says, biting Graham"s shoulder playfully.

Beneath me, Elliot chuckles, and it rocks my whole body. It"s such a rich, deep sound that I want to bask in it.

"Whatever it"s titled, it"s bound to be better than any show I saw in the city. If it"s okay that I watch, carry on."

"As you wish, darlin'," Graham says, pushing Doc back until his legs hit the couch. He spins Doc around and sits, pulling Doc to straddle his lap.

Elliot"s scent turns decadent with arousal. It"s matched only by Doc"s longing and Graham"s euphoria in my bonds.

Graham plucks at the edge of Tristian"s shirt, teasing it up his back as he sucks along his neck.

Doc pauses, turning to lock eyes with Elliot. "We"d like for you to stay and explore if you want. But it"s always up to you, El."

The room freezes in anticipation. It feels as if centuries pass before Elliot"s deep voice speaks.