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I want you for more than sex, kitten.

I appreciate him taking things slow for my sake, but omegas aren’t made for delayed gratification. How the fuck am I supposed to relax when his big hand palms my belly, or he presses his hips against my ass so all I feel is the hardness of him so close to where I want it?

Trick question, I can’t.

I’m so horny, I’ve had to start wear scent-wicking panties around the house because being around a compatible alpha is fucking with my body. I’m a slick fountain even when Nate’s done nothing but smell delicious.

Though, I will admit, it’s not the lack of sex putting me on edge today. Dez and Connor can’t make it to court because of a client issue. I get that they’re busy, but I want all the alphas courting me close at hand. Besides, Nate is more than enough on his own. The man’s so into me it’s ridiculous. Every time I remember, it makes me giddy.

Except right now, when he’s taking too long to say something.

“You hate it,” I repeat.

He’s all apologies when he finally answers. “It’s not that you look bad, you just don’t look like yourself. Where’s the lace? Where’s the tulle? You always look so dreamy, kitten. This is too stuffy.”

Nate’s right, this isn’t me. The demure cut and low hem of the dress are supposed to show the judge that I’m a confident, independent businesswoman, but I prefer blouses that display the bras I’m wearing, satin dresses that hug every inch of me, skirts that flash a lot of thigh and garters.

Sasha told me to wear what I want, but I’m scared my normal, romantic style is too out there for court. That my exes will use it as a mark against me.

Nate’s expression clears. “Yep. We’re changing.”

He brushes past me, the contact making me vibrate. His big body looks ridiculous surrounded by frills and lace, but he seems at ease. After looking at everything in the closet, he pulls out a hanger, nodding to himself as he hands it over. “This.”

The sleeveless dress cuts close to my body with a slit up the thigh for easier movement. Under it, a shirt with the prettiest, flowy sleeves in a less saturated maroon adds some dimension and detail. The effect is a monochromatic look that sets off my hair and the slight gold undertones of my skin. Paired with the thigh high socks and boots I’ve already picked out, it’s comfortable and pretty.

Nate leaves with my shoes and I strip, deciding impulsively that if this alpha won’t make the first move, I will. Grabbing a dark pink satin lingerie set, I connect the garters to the socks. It might be a little much, but I feel so much better now. Like I’m the realme.

After a brush of lipgloss to touch up my makeup, I still feel something’s missing.Maybe I need to bring a token of my alphas with me.

As if they know I’m thinking of them, my phone vibrates.

Dez

Good luck today, Daph. Hope we see you later.

Connor

Give ‘em hell. Pretty sure they deserve it.

What does it say that just knowing these alphas are wishing me luck makes me feel so much better? I’m still smiling when a separate text pops up.

Connor

It’s not the best time, but I’d like to take you out this weekend. I know we’re both busy, so it’s okay if it doesn’t work with your schedule. I’d be fine working in the same space. Just want to spend time with you however I can get it.

Me

I can be free.

Connor

Perfect.

We’ll sort things out later. Thinking about you.

The urge to make a declaration of my own, however small it is, comes over me and I know exactly what I need. It takes somedigging, but eventually I find the collar chain I impulse ordered and pin it on. The gears are subtle and cute, a nod to the men who’ve taken over my life, my bed, and my brain space in all the best ways.

With the addition, I feel beautiful and powerful. Exactly what I need to face Pack Parker.