Chapter 31

Isabella

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Michael's voice was gentle, like warm wind brushing against my skin, but the hunger in his golden eyes was as naked as fire, making my sex clench.

He leaned slightly forward, restrained like a tethered wolf, waiting for my answer, his tone hiding hope, as if begging me to nod.

I took a deep breath, meeting each of their gazes in turn—Michael's golden light, Richard's amber, Kevin's black pupils, each pair of eyes like hooks gripping my soul. "I'm absolutely fucking sure," I nodded firmly, my voice steadier than I expected, "But I'm serious, I have no experience. Mate bonds and all that, I only know from books. I don't know what I like, what I hate, where my limits are."

Richard's lips curved into a smile. "Don't be afraid, little wolf girl," his voice was low, carrying a primal promise, like a knife cutting into my bones, "We'll make you soar." His tone made my clit jump, wetness seeping into my underwear, as if calling for him to come quickly.

"We'll take it slow, baby," Michael's hand slid up my thigh, his fingertips drawing circles on the skin exposed by the slit in my dress, each touch like an electric current shooting straight to my core, leaving me breathless. "You need to tell us what makes you feel good, what makes you nervous." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, "We want to hear it from your own lips."

"Say... what?" I swallowed, my face burning like fire, nipples hard against my dress.

"Say what you want," Kevin suddenly spoke, his voice like thunder rolling across the floor, making my legs weak. His black eyes stared at me, as if wanting to strip off my clothes, "Don't hide, Isabella. Your scent betrays you." His nostrils flared slightly, as if catching the wet heat between my legs.

Fuck, they can smell it? My face grew even redder, my sex pulsing like it might explode. Michael chuckled softly, his fingers sliding to my wrist, deliberately pulling it under the table, guiding me to touch the frighteningly hard cock in his pants. I gasped, my fingers instinctively wrapping around that thick, hot column, feeling it throb even through the fabric.

"Feel that?" Michael whispered, his voice hoarse as if licking my ear, "That's the power you have over us. Your scent, your voice, your body... fuck, you've got our wolves going crazy wanting to pounce." His hand pressed mine, commanding me to grip tighter, the wetness from his tip sticking to my palm.

My lips felt dry, my face burning red from neck to chest. The first time touching a man like this, that hardness both intimidating and enticing, seeming to urge me to strip him bare. "I—" Just as I began to speak, the booth door creaked open.

The waiter nodded politely as he entered with plates, completely oblivious to the primal energy crackling in the room. "Are you finished with the main course? Would you like to see the dessert menu?" his voice was casual, as if discussing the weather.

Michael released my hand, his expression as composed as if nothing had happened, though a mischievous smile played at his lips. I tried to match his nonchalance, but my face was apple-red, my breathing as erratic as if I'd run ten miles. "We'll have the moonlight ice cream," he said lazily, winking at me, "Perfect for sharing."

The waiter nodded, collected our plates, and as soon as the door closed, the booth sank back into its suggestive undercurrent. "Moonlight ice cream?" I asked curiously, staring at Michael's mysterious smile, my sex still throbbing from the earlier contact.

"You'll love it," Richard answered, amber eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if planning something wicked. "Isabella, are you free on Sunday?"

"Yes, I don't work that day," I nodded, my heart beating a little faster.

"Good," he leaned back, his aura wrapping around me like a net, "I'll send you a contract to review first. Note any questions, and we'll discuss them when we meet at the club."

I blinked, slightly confused. "Contract?"

"Standard procedure," Michael explained, his fingers tapping the table though his eyes never left me, "Especially with multiple werewolf bonds. It clarifies expectations, boundaries, promises—prevents chaos later."

"Sounds like signing a business deal," I half-joked, though my mind flashed to an image of all three surrounding me as I signed, making my sex dampen further.

"Much more exciting than a business deal," Richard chuckled, his voice smooth as silk, "It's our vow to you, little wolf girl." His gaze darkened, as if wanting to devour me, making my nipples harden even more.

"We also need to arrange your physical examination," he continued, his tone returning to business, "Sarah will visit your apartment tomorrow. Morning or afternoon?"

"Morning would be fine," I answered, surprised at his efficiency. "I could also go to her clinic if that's easier."

"No need," Richard shook his head, his tone brooking no argument, "Sarah provides house calls for special clients—discreet and professional. The examination must be completed before bonding."

The thought of being examined to verify my "mate worthiness" made me nervous, but mostly excited. Fuck, this is really happening. Three Alphas taking this so seriously, as if paving the way for me to completely belong to them. My wolf growled, desperate to pounce.

The waiter entered again, carrying a silver bowl filled with vanilla ice cream drizzled with syrup as blue as moonlight, accompanied by a plate of strawberries, peach slices, and cherries, looking freshly picked. "Anything else you need?" he asked.

"Nothing," Richard said coldly, his aura sharp as a knife, "Don't disturb us again tonight."

As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere exploded. Michael's gaze deepened to pure gold, his wolf nature fully exposed, as if ready to pounce. "Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice low enough to make my knees weak, carrying an Alpha's authority.

I froze, glancing at the door, my heart pounding like a drum. "Here? What if someone comes in?"

"Richard said no disturbances, no one would dare enter," Michael moved closer, his breath hot on my face, "Take it off, baby. Now."

His tone wrapped around me like chains, and my hands involuntarily moved to the zipper of my dress, the metallic sound echoing in the quiet booth. I stood up, letting the red dress slip to the floor like spilled blood. I stood in only black lace bra, thong, and high heels, fighting the urge to cover myself.

"Who told you to hide?" Richard's voice slid over me, silk wrapped around a blade, freezing my arms as they began to cross.