I’m about to throw up on him as an arm bands around my biceps.
“There you are. I’ve got you,” Wells says.
“Hey. I was…I was gonna be her Alpha,” the drunken man says and Wells sighs, not answering the man. Instead, he ushers me down the hallway and wraps me around in the giant dinner coat Forrest was wearing tonight. “Was he inappropriate?” he asks.
“Just drunk,” I groan.
“Do you think that jacket will be enough? You can come stay in our room for a bit,” Wells says easily, rubbing my back soothingly.
“I don’t want to push him for anything that he isn’t ready for,” I say, and Wells laughs.
“Claire, if you came into our room looking for comfort, he would be in his element.”
“Really?”
“When he has someone to take care of is when he lets his guard down the most. He gets too lost in his head sometimes. But with his Alpha instincts, it seems like that’s when he’s able to be himself,” he says.
I lean forward, resting my head against Wells’ chest as he grounds me.
“You don’t think this is me asking too much too soon?” I ask, and I think that’s the real insecurity.
I’ve been in love with someone for years, afraid to ask for what I want. I know with no doubt if I was ever in harm’s way or needed Elliot regarding my safety, he would be there. But if I needed his scent, his touch? He wouldn’t be able to provide it, not that I’ve ever asked.
Wells and Forrest are nearly strangers, but they’re ready to give me what I need after only one date.
“As far as Alphas and Omegas are concerned, nothing is too soon,” he says and I pull back and look at him.
“But what about Betas?” I ask. I need him to know that I’m wholly interested in him too, that he might not have an addictive scent, but that he’s polarizing in his own right.
“I don’t know about most Betas, but Forrest and I are a package, so I’d say time for both of us is irrelevant. Plus, I enjoy seeing you like this,” he says, giving me a smirk.
I look down at myself and giggle, which I regret with a roll of my stomach. I’ve never let a love interest see me this way. Naked, sure, but it was never a stay the night type of thing. Definitely not me wearing an oversized animal shirt and pajama pants with shiba inu’s on them, a delightful Christmas gift from my mother this year.
He’s the first to see me this way, and he likes it. Wells doesn’t expect me to be perfect all the time, or act a certain way. He didn’t judge me for asking for Forrest’s shirt, and he’s offering me even more right now.
“Alright,” I say and Wells’ face lights up.
“Then let’s get you to bed,” he says, linking his fingers with mine until we get to their door.
As I guessed, their suite is nearly a mirror image of my own.
“Did you grab some of those little cupcakes?” Forrests asks, as he walks through the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair wet as he looks at Wells and then back to me.
“No, I found something even better. Claire isn’t feeling well. She asked for a piece of your clothing, but I figured straight from the source would be even better,” Wells says happily.
I expect Forrest to be lost for words, or thought, but he immediately holds out his arms for me. “Come here,” he says.
Maybe it’s the low timbre of his voice, the command in itself, or my body’s need for self-preservation, but I do just that.
He’s still a little damp, and I place my head against his wet, hairy chest, but I like it.
“We’ll take care of you,” he says, and I take a deep inhale of his scent.
Both of us ignore my perfume, along with his hard cock that’s pressed between our bodies. At least there’s no doubt that he’s attracted to me. Eventually we part, Forrest’s hands on my shoulders, his thumbs massaging the muscle, and I swear he smirks at how ridiculous I look in his massive jacket.
“Go get in bed and get comfortable. Let me go get dressed,” he says.
I might glance down at the towel. Okay, no, I absolutely do, because without a doubt Forrest is hiding a massive dick under that towel and only a saint wouldn’t sneak a peek.