19. Jasmine

The last official party I attended involved an abundance of purple sex toys, so as I descend into the alpha club, I'm not sure what to expect. But Casper is on my arm, resplendent in a white silk shirt and black trousers, and we're surrounded by a wall of alpha muscle decked out in custom black tuxedos. Erik and Xavier are wearing the matching silver masks, the snarling curls of metal the perfect frame for the glimmer of eyeshine in their gazes. Declan is as dashing as usual in simple black suede, his eyes as vivid as green velvet as they smile down at me. "You okay, darlin'?"

I nod, because I've been humming with anticipation ever since Xavier scent marked me and then dressed me like I was a gift he planned to unwrap later. If I had any doubt about my enhanced scent, it was confirmed by the other guys as I stepped out of the bedroom. Casper took one sniff and sidled up to me, his nose pressed to my neck as he licked a stripe up my throat. Erik and Declan were more subtle, but the way their gazes snapped towards Xavier made me bite my lip to hide my grin. He stared them down, completely unrepentant in his rumpled tuxedo.

"Really subtle, brother," Declan drawled. "You sure you don't wanna toss her over your shoulder and carry her down to the party?"

But Xavier just cocked a cool brow at him. "Well, her heels are quite high, but I think I'll just offer her my lap when we get to our booth."

Something I'm more than happy to take him up on, although I stay close to Casper as we step out of the private elevator and onto the main floor of the club. I remember what Xavier said about Casper not liking new places, so I describe all the details I missed on Erik's surveillance tape, like the crystal and steel chandeliers, the cherry red leather booths lining the wall, and the sleek checkered marble floor. On the stage a three-piece band is playing Blue Moon while a statuesque woman spins in the air, the long ribbons of her silver hair gleaming like moonlight under the lights.

"Sounds fancy," Casper murmurs, his arm sneaking around my waist and his body already moving to the music. "First dance is mine, okay?"

I nod, but as we descend the stairs to the main floor, heads turn in our direction, and I blink at the sea of curious wolves. It's an elegant scene of gleaming tuxedos and beautiful gowns, but my hindbrain can't help reminding me that this is an alpha club. As if sensing my unease, Eric's mouth dips to my ear, "They're all friendlies. I've triple checked the invite list myself."

I nod, but his hand rests protectively on my back as we cross the room, Xavier and Declan pausing to greet their guests. I don't recognize any faces under the masks, but then, it's surprisingly hard to tell people apart in the swirl of silvery lights. The crowd is a mix of all designations, and while there are wisps of alpha musk and omega perfume in the air, the massive bouquets of jasmine, wisteria, and evening primrose dominate our senses.

"Jeez, Dec," Casper laughs, rubbing his nose. "I think you might have gone a little overboard with the flower arrangements."

"Not if it keeps the jackals at bay," he replies, his signature smile pinned to his lips as various club members pause to squeeze his arm and air kiss his cheeks. Most seem genuinely starstruck, but a few just want to push their song requests on him or offer unhelpful advice on his singing style. I'm reminded that this is work for the guys. It might be a party, but they are still on high alert, and they all have roles to play to make the night a success.

Although, maybe there's a little courting going on as well, Xavier taking my elbow and Declan squeezing Casper's waist as Erik steers us towards their booth. As Casper and I scoot across the cherry red leather, a server appears with a bottle of champagne and a tray of long-stemmed glasses. The guys remain standing, Declan chatting to the server while Erik scans the room and Xavier pours the drinks. "Any problems?"

Erik accepts his glass with a subtle touch of his earpiece. "No surprises so far."

"Then let's giddyap," Declan says, leaning over the back of the booth to snatch up a champagne. "I wanna take these two for a twirl on the dancefloor before my set."

"Not until we've raised a glass to our first pack toast," Xavier says, holding his champagne aloft. "There are conversations still to be had, but I think we're moving in the right direction."

"Lord, you can be a stuffed shirt sometimes," Declan laughs, tipping his champagne back and draining the glass. He smacks kisses on our cheeks, leaving my skin flushed and tingling. "Welcome to the pack, omegas! And now get your cute tushes up and come dance!"

I glance at Casper, but he's already downing his drink and tugging on my hand. As we slide out of the booth and head to the dance floor, Declan inserts himself between us, his arms around our shoulders and his spicy amber scent in my nose. Other dancers twirl around us, the band launching into a whimsical version of Fly Me To The Moon. Declan picks a spot close to the stage, nudging me forward until I'm sandwiched between their chests. He's tall enough that his arms can reach all the way to Casper's hips, grinding us together until there isn't an inch between us. We dip and spin, Declan crooning the lyrics in my ear while I press kisses along Casper's throat. I've got enough rhythm not to step on their toes, but it wouldn't matter if I had two left feet. We're jammed so tight, I just have to lean into them and let them guide me.

We dance like that for a handful of songs, and when Declan spins me around for the hundredth time, his grin lights up his face. It's so far from that professional smile he gave the members, it makes my heart melt. Like I'm seeing the real Declan, while they only get the shiny exterior. "You're pretty good at this courting stuff," I tell him.

His eyes sparkle as he runs his hands down my sides. "Well, I need to rub off on you a little, or you're gonna think Xavi's the only one with moves."

"Rub away, Alpha." Casper grins over my shoulder, sweeping my hair aside to nuzzle my damp neck. "We're not complaining."

"How did I get so lucky?" Declan muses, backing Casper up until we're wedged against the edge of the stage. I grip the front of his tuxedo jacket, gasping at the slide of his erection against my hip. The fact that I can also feel Casper swelling behind me makes my head spin. "The two of you, a kid sister, and a puppy," Declan drawls. "It's like Christmas. And I can't even claim to be a good boy."

"That depends on your definition of good," Casper quips, his hips grinding against the curve of my ass. It pushes me towards Declan, and when my hands land on his chest, he tips my chin up, his lips fluttering over mine.

The first whisper of contact sends a wave of heat through my body, and I open my mouth, inviting him in. But he licks my bottom lip, biting gently on the sensitive flesh. "Too many eyes on us to give this mouth what it deserves."

"I promise not to look," Casper purrs, reaching around me to stroke Declan's straining erection. "Although I have a few ideas where I'd like to put my mouth."

I bite my lip as Declan groans, his head falling forward to nuzzle my cheek. "I'd give just about anythin' to take you both into my dressin' room right now."

I imagine that for a moment, the three of us exploring each other while still wrapped in our disguises. I don't know what it is about masked men, but it seems to make everything more exciting. The visual of their eyes and mouths on me is so enticing, I can feel my barely-there panties growing damp.

"We'll have to be quick," Casper hums. "You've got a set to sing."

Declan waggles his brows. "We can call this my vocal warm up."

They both seem to be waiting for me to reply, so I shrug. "I wouldn't mind seeing the kind of kisses you've got up your sleeve."

"Then follow me," Declan growls, grabbing our hands and dragging us around the edge of the stage.

As we approach a door marked private, I look back and catch a glimpse of Erik and Xavier standing next to the booth. They look impossibly handsome in their tuxedos and matching masks, Xavier nodding at someone who's stopped to chat while Erik scans the room. I catch the glitter of his eyes when they fix on me and feel a shiver run down my spine. There's something almost feral about the hard lines of his wolf mask, and I'm tempted to wave him over to join us. But Declan is tugging on my hand and then we're pushing through the door.

We almost fall into his dressing room, their hands coming down on me in eager possession. We stumble and spin, the coordination of the dance floor gone in the pounding rush of our blood. Casper strokes impatient fingers down my arms as Declan steers us towards a low leather sectional. The room is a blur of mirrors and bookcases, a battered paperback face down on the coffee table. A glimpse of the title tells me it's one of my favorite romances and I smirk as we tumble onto the sofa. "Is that research?" I ask, pointing at the book. "A Mate for the Wolf Pack?"

Declan gives me a lopsided grin. "Even bad Southern boys deserve a happy endin'."

"There's nothing bad about you," Casper purrs, pulling him down by his collar to snatch a kiss. It's fast, hot, and I want to see a whole lot more. "You sing, you dance, and you're great at sharing. Admit it, Dec, you're the perfect alpha."

Declan's brow furrows at that, but I murmur agreement and Casper leans over to kiss me as well. He lingers this time, opening my mouth with slow, deep licks and I pull him closer. But just as our tongues tangle together, he eases back with a shake of his head. "Uh-uh. This is your chance to try all the kisses, remember?"

He means Declan, of course, and I stare down at the alpha. We've ended up on either side of him, his long legs stretched out and his arms open wide. I've never seen a more inviting pose and I lick my lips, pressing a hand to his chest. His shirt is slightly damp beneath my palm, his bowtie askew. I can't resist tugging on the black silk and popping the top button. As I peel open the crisp cotton, his neck is corded with muscle, his skin a burnished bronze. It makes my mouth water and I lean in, pressing my nose to his throat.

He holds still, a hand barely cupping my hip as my head swims with his scent. It's spicy amber with a touch of bergamot, and I can't resist taking a lick. His pulse jumps under my mouth, and he makes a deep, rumbling sound as I nuzzle his throat. I want more of this too, and I drag my lips over his chin, nibbling at the cleft before trailing up to his mouth. He still doesn't move as I slide my lips over his, licking his seam, and I pull back with a frown. "Do I taste bad?"

His eyes flicker open, his pulse jumping. "Hell, no. But Casper told me you're takin' things slow. I don't wanna rush you."

I slide the omega a chiding look, pinching his ribs for good measure. "That doesn't mean you can't kiss me back." I arch a brow at them both. "Besides, I've licked Erik's knot."

Casper makes a choking sound while Declan's eyes bug behind his mask. "You what?"

"We watched porn together in his office," I tell them smugly. "He likes my favorite threesome video."

"You have a favorite?" Casper croaks.

"Two omegas and an alpha." I give Declan a challenging look. "So, it sounds like you've got some catching up to do, doesn't it?"

The grin that splits his face is pure wickedness, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. "You're gonna tell us all about this threesome, darlin'."

"Or you could show us," Casper suggests, reaching out to cup the back of my head. He eases me towards Declan, whose hand is now squeezing my hip. Our mouths meet again and this time it's like he wants to know every inch of me. His tongue is demanding, pushing inside my mouth and claiming my ragged breaths. It's a messy tangle of push and pull. It feels even better because Casper's hand is still curled in my hair, pressing us together.

"Casper," I whimper, lifting my lips to his. They're a delicious pink under the curve of his mask and his kiss is almost soft next to Declan's, soothing the sting of my ravaged mouth. We trade back and forth, soft and hard, taking and giving. Our breath mingles and quickens until we're all panting hard, heat rising off our bodies. We're rubbing against each other, still over our clothes, but I'm draped across Declan and his cock is a hard ridge against my thigh. I look down, my lips tingling, and Casper purrs in my ear, "What's next, sweetheart?"

"I want to taste him." I don't hesitate, taking Casper's hand and directing it to the bulge in Declan's pants. He's sprawled out beneath us, his shirt rumpled and his hair hanging in his eyes. He looks like a god in repose, but he groans helplessly as Casper clasps him, squeezing his rigid shaft.

"Mmm, yeah," Casper purrs, reaching up to run his fingers over my puffy lips. "You want to take him inside this pretty mouth, Jasmine?"

I whimper and lick his thumb, a shiver rolling through me. "Will you help me? I didn't get very far with Erik."

Declan groans like he's in agony and tosses an arm across his eyes. "You wicked creatures tryin' to make me come in my pants?"

"Well, that'd be a waste," Casper murmurs, nudging me until I slither down between the alpha's legs. My knees touch the carpet, a warm, hazy feeling rolling through me as I stare up at Declan. My hands slide up his thighs, but he leans forward, his fingers on the clasp of my halter. "You okay if I unwrap you a little, darlin'?"

I nod, moving my hair aside so he can release the clasp. The silk of my dress feels like it's edged with fire as it glides down my body, leaving me bare to the waist. He growls at the sight, his thumbs pressing down on my nipples, squeezing the tight flesh. "So pretty, baby," he croons, cupping my mounds in his broad hands. "Fuck, Casper, you have to get down there and taste ‘em for me."

Casper complies with a smirk, his hand sliding around my bare back as he runs his tongue down my breastbone. It's a familiar game, practiced nearly every night, his tongue dancing between my aching peaks while his fingers draw lazy circles inside me. Casper has a bit of a sadistic streak, twisting me into a panting, thrashing mess before he lets me come. But I brush his hand away from my thighs and his lips leave my nipple with a pout. "Don't distract me," I tell him. "I want Declan in my mouth, and we don't have a lot of time."

They both groan at the reminder, and I make quick work of Declan's belt and zipper. I think of Erik's knot, nestled in the shadow of his briefs, but Declan's shaft is smooth down to the root. He jerks his hips up, shoving his trousers down, almost melting into the leather when Casper slides a hand under his balls.

"Take him in your hand, sweetheart," Casper tells me, his fingers gliding down my arm until Declan's wrapped in our combined grip. "Feel how hot and hard he is for you." I skim my hand over him, careful not to squeeze too tight, but Casper gives a dark chuckle. "He wants the pressure. You just slide your hand up and down, as tight as you like."

"Fuck me," Declan groans, his hips undulating under our touch. "Why is it so much hotter when you talk about it?"

"Because you're a man who appreciates a dirty mouth," Casper smirks, then guides my hand up to the mushroom-shaped head. "Now focus on the tip. The slit is sensitive, and he likes you playing with the little divot right there." My fingers brush the small V and Declan jerks. He's smaller than Erik, but his skin is as smooth as marble and his pre-cum glows like honey as I spread it over the head. "You're doing so good," Casper croons in my ear. "Ready for a taste?"

I hum my agreement, Casper pressing me down into Declan's lap. I realize I like this side of Casper, the nudges and prompts like he really is educating me in Declan's pleasure. I mean, it's not rocket science. As soon as my mouth covers his tip, he jerks like he's been electrified. A growl rolls out of him, and I slowly lick and suck my way down his shaft until I reach Casper's other hand. He's squeezing the tender base, even though Declan's knot won't inflate until he's locked inside one of us. The thought sends a flush of heat to my core, and I squirm, pressing down on the hard ridge of my heel.

"Making you hot, baby?" Casper asks, wicked delight in his voice. I have no idea how he senses my every reaction, but his fingers dance up my thigh, worming through the piles of silk. "Need me to rub your hungry little clit?"

I groan and bob over Declan's cock, my head hazy with sensation. Their hands slide over me, Casper releasing Declan to pull on a nipple as his other hand snakes inside my panties. As he rubs my aching nub, I lurch forward, Declan's cock brushing the back of my throat. His hand clutches my hair and I swallow around him, feeling his thigh muscles jump.

"I'm gonna come," he groans, pulling on my curls. "Let up, baby, or I'm fillin' your belly with my load."

As Casper said, anything else is a waste, but he's pinching my clit and I'm bucking against Declan's groin. Pleasure washes through me, my moans muffled by the pulsing cock in my mouth. Declan cries out, grinding against me, and I hum at the rush of pheromone-laden cum. When I finally pull away, his thumb swipes over my lips, his mouth slack with bliss. "You're a goddamn vision, darlin'."

I glance down at myself, but my gaze snags on the tent in Casper's trousers. "What about you?"

"My turn," Declan growls, his knees hitting the carpet. His shirt is a wrinkled mess, his trousers falling off his hips, but he crawls over Casper like a model on a catwalk. I'm pretty sure there isn't a pose invented that Declan can't make as hot as fire. He quickly unbuckles Casper, drawing out his cock and shoving him back until he falls onto his elbows. Casper laughs, cocking a brow. "You sure you're up to it? You might need a lie down before you go on stage."

Declan snorts, and when he glances back at me, his eyes are glittering green gems behind his mask. "Shut his mouth up, darlin,' while I suck the sass out of him."

Casper's head hits the floor with a thunk, but his hands are in Declan's hair, his hips already dancing under his mouth. I'm so mesmerized by the sight, it takes Casper's lips on my nipple to jolt me back to earth. I almost fall on his mouth, licking and sucking until he's shuddering and writhing beneath us. The scent of his slick mingles with mine, along with the darker, muskier perfume of alpha seed that still clings to my lips. My panties are damp from my orgasm, but as Casper grips my chin, his kisses hard and desperate, I can feel pleasure coiling all the way down to my toes.

"He's close, darlin'," Declan murmurs, shooting me a conspiratory smirk. "Let's take him right over the edge."

I smile and dip my head, skimming my lips over Casper's scent mark. He jolts at the faint brush of my teeth, a ragged cry tearing from his chest as he bucks against Declan's mouth. I sit back and watch the alpha swallow, his thick throat working until Casper is little more than a puddle on the carpet. I laugh and press kisses over his flushed face, rubbing his belly as he shudders with aftershocks.

"Way better than the porn threesome," I murmur, cocking a brow at Declan as he crawls towards me. It really is like being stalked by a masked panther, and a little thrill shoots through me as he brushes his lips over my breasts. But then he pulls a face and sits back on his heels, fixing my halter around my neck. "Damn crime coverin' these up, but I have to go sing for my supper."

His voice is light, but there's a heaviness in his gaze as he stares at me. I don't know what it is, but I want to soothe it away. I run my hands down his chest, but his shirt is a wrinkled mess. I don't care how gorgeous he is, he can't go on stage like that without causing a riot. "Do you have a spare one?"

"In the armoire." He nods towards a big antique wardrobe, the kind you climb inside to venture to magical lands. It suits the overflowing bookcases and slightly worn leather chairs and I glance back at him as I cross the room. He's leaning on his hands, Casper's head resting on his thigh. If I could take a picture and hang it on the wall, I'm pretty sure people would pay money to just come in and stare at it.

"I was expecting sequins and vanity lights," I tell him as I pull the wardrobe open. "This is much cozier."

"There's more bling in the dancers' room next door," he assures me, smiling his thanks as I bring him a fresh shirt in dry cleaning wrap. "Sorry, sweetlin', but you have to move."

He gives Casper a nudge and the omega heaves himself up with a tortured sigh. I laugh at his pout and he comes over to wrap himself around me like a vine. "I need to freshen up, too," I tell him. "Can you help Declan get presentable while I powder my nose?"

He gives another aggrieved sigh, but as soon as his fingers touch Declan's shirt buttons, he flashes me a wicked smile. "You might want to tell Xavi to stall for five."