Page 64 of Sawyer

I dance with slow, calculated movements, allowing my scent of arousal to spill out of me and permeate the room. With each pass around the pole, their scents hit me in the gut, making concentrating harder.

I slide down and lean against the pole, stopping before Bryn. His thick thighs are spread before me, the muscles of his chest ripple, and his hands are fisted at his sides. His hair stands up all over, and his mouth parts as I give him every ounce of my attention.

Biting my lip, I glance at his mouth and then his eyes. Rolling my body, I straddle him and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Touch me, and this ends.”

“Sawyer.” My name on his lips is everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s a promise, a plea, and speaks of a desire so deep that only a fantasy could conjure it into reality.

I want him, and I show him that as I roll my hips just a hair above his erection he can’t control. His head drops back against the cushion, his eyes black instead of that stormy blue.

There’s so much power in this moment, where I, a gamma, can render this alpha into submission. For now, he’s mine to toy with, to play with, and tease to my heart’s content. With the elixir running through my veins, I’m brazen enough to touch Bryn, where before, I may have held myself back.

Except I have yet to hold myself back with Sin.

A smile curves my lips, and I lock my thighs on either side of Bryn’s and bend backward, grinding myself against his erection.

The shudder that runs through my body is primal, and something inside of me unfurls. Tendrils of heat race up my body, and I control my movements as I kneel above Bryn’s lap.

The intensity of the air changes and charges as heat flares hot and bright inside of me. My eyes land on Bryn’s lips and then on his electric gaze. He’s so honorable, keeping his hands to himself. My real-life superhero.

Chills dance across my skin, and I swallow just to wet my parched throat.

Music thumps all around me, matching the thundering in my chest. I know I need to keep moving and give Stefani what she wants—a piece of me she can exploit—but chocolate and mint wrap around me, sinking through my skin and melting beneath my flesh.

Move, Sawyer.

Although I want nothing more than to lick the sweat beading along his chest, I step back and return to the pole, where I close my eyes and let their scents wrap around me. My palm slaps along the pole, and I grip it tightly, swirling and moving for the three men with me now, not the camera and surely not Stefani, who I know is watching.

I move and dance, my eyes growing heavy and my body slowly heating from the inside out. The elixir inches me closer and closer to a fever pitch, causing heat to roll over my body in waves, and sweat beads along my forehead.

As I turn, my eyes catch on Sin. Tattoos ripple across his chest, consisting of lines and swirls of creatures long dead. One hand rests on his erection, where he squeezes himself painfully, and his other hand is behind his head, threading through the strands of his hair.

The memory of his knot makes my mouth open, and my eyes roll over his body. Licking my lips, I look away, only to find Rumor, his elbows propped on his thighs and his brow furrowed. His black irises gaze at me with an unsettling intensity as he watches every roll of my body, and I know with that one look, he’s holding himself back from pouncing on me.

Deltas can’t use their bite to create a bond, even though they have canines, so there’s nothing there to tie us together.

There’s just one fucking problem—I ache for his bite, and although two alphas pulse pheromones in the room, it’s Rumor that I nearly tilt my head in submission for.

What the hell is happening to me?

I hop up on the pole and hang upside down. When one leg lifts, the scent of my arousal spills around me like custard with fresh lime peels. My scent slaps me in the face, and I almost fall for the first time in all my years of dancing.

Growls echo around me, and in the next second, Rumor grabs me, whirling me around and out of the view of the camera.

“We need to get you out of here.” He buries his nose in my neck, right where I’ve wanted him all this time. The scrape of his canines along my neck shatters the control I had earlier, and I tilt my neck in submission.

My eyes close, and my body rolls toward him while everything inside me snaps. I can’t fight the growing desire and the heat swelling inside me.

“Rumor.” The exhale that leaves my lips as I whisper his name turns into a plea. “I’m hot, so fucking hot.”

“I know, baby girl. I need to get you out of here, and I need you to focus.” His palms grip my face, and a whine rushes from my lungs. How dare he not bite me? Mark me. Make me his.

That sounds off, but I can’t quite place why.

“Can you stay here for me?” Rumor asks, glancing over his shoulder at the two alphas holding themselves back. “Fuck.”

“Sin,” Bryn grinds out, “Sawyer’s safety.”

“Stay,” Rumor commands me and spins around. The first thing he does is rip the camera off the wall and shatter it. “Fucking bitch.”

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