37. Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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W e're too much for Beth, all at once. I can feel it. She's nervous and confused and underneath it all she's desperate for some real rest. The kind of rest I used to take for granted before my perfume decided it would start malfunctioning.

I slip out of the booth to leave her alone with my least talkative Alpha.

Enzo usually unsettles strangers, but if she's meant for us, he should have the opposite effect.

I move in beside Gio, wrapping my arms around his side and smiling against his shoulder as he puts a protective arm around me.

"You were gone all day," I murmur close to his ear.

"You could have called me, if Enzo hadn't taken my phone."

He's irritated, but I know that's because Jack got hurt.

He's never going to think he did anything wrong, and neither is Enzo.

They're both stubborn, and it's impossible to pick sides when they argue.

That's because I can see both of their points, and they're always valid.

"Jack's okay," I remind him. "I can sense how he's feeling and he's not in too much pain."

"But he's in pain?"

Okay. Now, he's mad.

"He took aspirin, and he promised we'd go to the emergency room to get his injuries checked out after the gig. You know what he's like when he's got his heart set on something."

Gio sighs, and his arm starts moving a little.

He's rubbing my back as I snuggle against him.

We don't usually get so close in public, but that's only because Enzo's typically the closest to me whenever we're out of the house. Gio isn't into PDAs other than hand holding. I prefer to be as close to my mates as I can be at all times, so I usually walk with Enzo or Jack.

"It's starting," I murmur as Jack walks up to the main microphone on stage.

I always get a thrill listening to his singing voice. It's sexy in private, and, somehow, it's even more powerful in public. Something about a crowd seems to energize our Delta and give his performance a little extra something, and that always translates into a very good night for me.

My pants start to tighten, and I try not to fully absorb the swell of lust that rises through the crowd in front of us when my mate on the stage begins to sing.

It's beyond hot to feel a crowd react so strongly to Jack.

My Delta has no idea how incredible he really is.

I realize I'm rubbing against Gio's leg when he taps a finger under my chin to bring my gaze upward. The look in his dark eyes is unmistakable. My breath catches as he leans in and brings his lips down on mine.

The kiss is just the first course.

I expect he'll give me a few tastes before the gig is over, keeping my desire under control until we can get home and do whatever we like.

The last thing I anticipate is the feeling of his hand pushing past my jeans and my underwear to stroke my naked ass. My heart starts to race as he puts his other arm around me.

He turns so I'm hidden away from the rest of the room.

I can still hear Jack's sultry singing and I can still feel the arousal of the crowd, their combined lust pelting me like a rainstorm, scorching my skin and making me needy with desire for a release.

Gio's passionate kiss is a good start, but I know if I was sitting with Enzo, he'd already be licking my first climax off his hand.

I push in closer to Gio, and his hand dips when he does, moving lower and gliding over the strip of slick that's starting to make my underwear damp. I moan softly when he rubs around my asshole, teasing that entrance to my body with the tips of his fingers.

When he plunges two inside me, I break the kiss with a sharp gasp.

He looks at me, his dark eyes full of hunger.

"Be a good Omega and relax for my touch, la freccia del mio cuore."

Oh, fuck, he's talking in Italian. He always means business when he's calling me his heart's arrow. This isn't a tease. He's going to give me the release I'm craving.

He knows exactly how to touch me to make me lose it, and he's already fucking me with his fingers while his other hand moves between our bodies to undo the top buttons of my jeans.

We're not even in the booth. That dark, enclosed space feels like another world.

This … We're standing close to the bar, a mere few feet away from other people.

Anyone could look over here and see us.

"I don't care who's watching, Freccia."

"I'm …" I whisper, not believing how turned on I am.

"Close?" he asks, as the hand that's undoing my jeans rubs over the bulge in my boxer briefs.

"Very," I admit, knowing it doesn't mean anything.

An Omega can come multiple times while staying fully aroused, just like an Alpha can.

Losing control will feel good, but I won't be done.

I'll want more, and more.

And, like a good Alpha, Gio will want to give me what I crave.

It's a recipe for disaster to start something in a public place, but now I know neither of my Alphas will ever deny me this pleasure.

He captures my lips again, kissing me deeply while his hands keep me close to his body.

His hands are warm and covered in the perfumed lubricant my body makes whenever I'm deeply aroused and ready to be knotted. My ass grips his fingers tight when I imagine his knot swelling inside me. His grasp on my cock tightens on reflex.

He slows down a second later, keeping his pace steady.

He rubs me against the hard lump in his pants, and it makes me even more desperate to feel something more satisfying than his fingers inside me. We've never gone that far in public. It's probably a step too far, but right now if he pushed me up against the wall and put his cock inside me, I wouldn't complain, not one little bit.

Thinking about that pushes me over the edge.

He feels it when I'm about to come, and he tugs my cock under his shirt.

My moans are lost against his lips as my cum splashes onto the hard surface of his perfectly toned stomach. The sweet, blissful sensation that washes over me directly afterward is worth holding onto, so that's what I do as Gio releases my lips and removes his hands from my body.

I tuck my cock back inside my underwear, ignoring how hard it still is.

My gaze moves to Gio's soaked mid-section to find his designer shirt now plastered to his skin.

"What do we do about this?" I ask, running a finger over the wet fabric.

He smiles back at me. "We enjoy the fact that I smell like your Alpha."

"Well, I do enjoy how it looks," I admit, though my perfume still seems to be muted.

Neither of my Alphas have brought that up since it started to happen.

I know I'm not imagining that. They're just don't want to risk making me feel bad about it.

"But maybe we shouldn't have done it in front of Beth?" I ask, remembering the reason I stepped out of the booth and feeling vaguely mortified.

Our new mate must think I'm a nympho. I wouldn't blame her if she did.

We've barely spoken to each other and yet she's seen me in compromising situations with both of our Alphas now.

Gio laughs. "It's fine. She's sleeping."

I blink at him. "What?"

When I turn around, I don't see her, at least not straight away.

Enzo gives me a wry smile and I notice his arm is out.

I peer over the table and see her head is resting in his lap, her hand on his leg, while he strokes her shoulder. She's actually asleep. She did need to rest, but I didn't expect this.

"What happened?" I ask Enzo, as I move to slide back into the booth beside him.

"She couldn't see the stage, so I told her to get closer. She fell asleep a minute later."

I reach over and touch her fingertips lightly, trying to get a sense of how she's feeling.

It's harder to focus after what I just did with Gio.

I'm still blissed out, and the crowd's enjoyment of the band is sustaining that state pretty easily.

"What are you getting?" Gio asks, as he moves around to her other side.

"Not much," I admit, frowning.

"Could it be overwhelm?" Enzo doesn't take his concerned gaze off her, not for one second.

"It's possible," I murmur in response.

"You mean from meeting all of us?" Gio asks.

"From everything," Enzo goes on. "Meeting us earlier, running into her ex, meeting you and then finding out we're all her mates. It's a lot."

"I guess it is," Gio admits, though I can tell he's about to add something we don't know.

He has that vaguely guilty, pondering how to say it look on his face.

"What is it?" Enzo asks, his tone sharp.

"I didn't get around to telling her we're fated mates," Gio admits. "I got the feeling it might scare her away."

"She doesn't know?" I ask, not sure how that's possible.

Of course, that's before I remind myself she's not like me, or my Alphas.

"Shit. She's a Beta," I mutter.

Meaning, she doesn't have Alpha instincts or Omega intuition.

Her body won't make her natural scent stronger to signal that we're her mates, and it doesn't matter if she feels attracted to us. She won't assume it means something special.

"She made her ex sound like an asshole," Gio confesses. "And she told me she was going through a no-dating phase. I don't think it would be smart to rush anything with her."

"We can't just not tell her," I protest.

"I don't like the thought of that either," Enzo admits.

"I'm not talking about lying to her," Gio says. "We just take our time and find the right moment to tell her. She's not ready. She won't take us seriously. It might freak her out."

Enzo sighs. He's reluctant, but I can tell he's ready to side with G.

"You're not with Gio on this. You can't be."

"We have to think about what's best for Beth," Enzo says. "If she's not ready, we should be careful. She won't think twice about pushing us away if we move too fast. There's nothing we can do to help her see the truth on her own. All we can control is our own actions. Gio is right. We'll have to choose our moment."

I look down at Beth's sleeping face in dismay.

It doesn't feel right to keep this from her.

At the same time, I have to accept that my Alphas know what's best for this pack.

They don't make their decisions lightly, and they have everyone's best interests at heart.

Still, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and I can't help wondering if this might be one of those times.