The leather of his sleeve creaked against my bare stomach as he embraced me, murmuring familiar lyrics into my ear that I already had tattooed on my memory.
“I’d know you even in your grave.
I’d find you though you’re far away.
It only makes sense this way.
It only smells like destiny.”
His tongue teased my lobe, and I felt a stud clink against one of my piercings. I imagined what his tongue-stud could do elsewhere and my core ached with want.
I turned in his arms and faced him. Under the undulating lights cast from the stage his skin flickered red and violet. His hair was dark and tastefully messy. He wasn’t too tall, and his eyes were so dark they looked like hollow sockets. I had never seen pupils so dilated from lust. I couldn’t imagine what my honey-brown eyes might have looked like as they flashed with my own arousal.
I wrapped my arms around him, digging under his patched leather jacket. His ice-cold strawberry-lemonade scent drew me closer and closer until I had buried my face in his shirt and drank in the smell of him. He buried his face in my silky veil of purple and pink hair and I held him tight, squeezing my eyes shut. It was a miracle he could find my scent through the drugs.
I looked up at him, and forgot about everyone else around us. It was just him, me and the music pounding in my stomach.
We kissed and I knew instantly that this was fate.
The toasted sugar scent grew stronger, and it was a cozy blanket against my back. A presence shadowed behind me, and I was half-aware of who it was.
A hand came around and clamped over my mouth. I inhaled the warm sugar and my eyes drifted closed. Another voice in my ear.
“Jackal. Pleased to meet you.”
Even above the music I could hear the sound of chains when he moved.
“My pack brother,” Raine said, but of course I knew that already.
I stuck my tongue out and dragged it against Jackal's palm, imagining I could taste the sweetness of his scent, and swallow it. He grinded himself against my ass, as if searching for a way inside of me. I moaned, and wondered if he could feel the vibration of it against his palm.
Finger by finger, Jackal released my mouth.
“I want inside you, omega,” Jackal said. It almost sounded like a threat, but I knew it was just the timber of his yearning.
“I want you inside me,” I admitted. Each hand curled against an article of their clothing. Raine's leather jacket, Jackal's grungy flannel. “I want both of you.”
Taking that as permission, Jackal’s fingers pressed into the seam of my jeans.
With the dexterity and strength of an alpha, and the ferocity of a wolf, Jackal tore into the seam of my jeans. He bisected them, parting them vertically down the middle and exposing my ass and black cotton panties. His nails scratched against the swell of my rear as he hooked his fingers into my panties to move them out of the way. I reached behind me and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer until his crotch was pressed against the parts of me that he had exposed.
The waist of my jeans loosened as Raine undid the button and drew down the zipper. I buried my face in his neck and rubbed my hair across his collarbone, marking him with my gentle linen and daffodil scent, and claiming him as my own. I captured the front of his shirt in my teeth as he sneaked his fingers under the zipper of my jeans.
My alphas wanted to take me right at this moment, and I wanted to be taken. Tonguing the bit of fabric in my mouth,I tasted Raine’s sweat and scent while Jackal discretely slid between my thighs and Raine teased my clit with his fingers soaked with my slick.
“Which one of you is the pack lead?” I asked with a clenched jaw and panting breath.
“Neither,” Jackal said into my ear as he barely moved his hips, perhaps content to be warmed by my thighs and wetted by my slick. “Do you want to be preserved for the pack lead?”
I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth to cut off a moan, then answered Jackal's question. “Ever heard of First right of the King?” I asked. “Shouldn’t the pack lead take me first?”
Jackal shifted and his knot pressed against the underside of my ass, between where my thighs met my rear. His thick shaft butterflied my pussy lips while Raine’s dexterous fingers continued to draw rapid circles against my clit. I gasped out a sound but again Jackal covered my mouth with his hand. He pushed his hips forward, forcing me to lift onto the balls of my thick-soled fuck-off army boots.
“Is that what you really want?” Raine asked, slowing his hand and forcing me to whimper between Jackal's fingers.
I wanted lemonade. I wanted melted sugar. I wanted Raine. I wanted Jackal. I wanted whoever was strong enough or charismatic enough to control both of them. I wanted so many things. I couldn’t remember being so full of want before, not like this.
I nodded, but contradicted myself by rolling my hips between Raine’s hand and Jackal's hips.
