Gabriel: Send us photos of you in them, Puppy. Can’t tell like this.
She dragged the options into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes, pulling on a high-waisted pair of black dance underwear. She considered a bra, but then decided to skip it, since she didn’t want her sleeves to slip and show off any straps, and a few of the dresses were open backed.
She snapped pictures of the front and back of every dress she had brought in with her, and then sent them off all at once, leaning against the counter to wait and see which one they thought would fit their song choice best. She assumed they already had a song, since Elijah mentioned teaching her choreography.
Kilian’s response was instant, even though he had nothing to do with the dance.
Kilian: The third one.
She checked back through the photos and clicked on the third one. It was a black mesh design made of thin, delicate silk. The sleeves were long and fitted, the neckline high, tight along her chest and flared out from there in silken ripples to her knees.
It created an interesting texture interplay over her skin and would probably look really nice in the rain … the only problem was, the mesh was completely see-through. A bodysuit was supposed to be worn beneath it. She had arranged her arms casually over her chest when she took the photo, but she would need to swap out her underwear for a leotard if that dress was the choice.
She ducked back into the closet as her phone vibrated again.
Theodore: The third one. Hard to see the top of it, though.
Cian: #3. The others can burn for all I care.
Isobel: There’s nothing wrong with the others.
Cian: But none of them are #3.
Kilian: Will the sleeves be too tight? Is that silk?
Oscar: Jesus Christ.
Isobel: Yeah, it’s fine, just stretchy enough.
Isobel: Oscar?
Oscar: Did you just send us a topless photo?
Niko: She clearly has a dress on.
Oscar: She has a net on.
Isobel: Moving on.
Oscar: Oh no you don’t.
Kalen (admin): The third option is the best.
Niko: I agree. It’s pretty.
Isobel: Thanks, Niko.
Gabriel: We also like #3. But wear a leotard, Puppy.
Isobel: I was just trying it on!
She set her phone aside to extract a leotard from the drawer Kilian had cleared out for her underwear and was shocked when she felt a hand against her spine. She jolted upright, clutching the leotard to her chest as she spun around.
Oscar tilted his head as he watched her back into the set of drawers. “Fell into another trap, little rabbit?”
“I could have been naked!” She wasn’t. She was wearing the last dress option. Still, she could have been. And why did Oscar have to move so quietly?
“You could have been.” He shrugged.
She flicked him across the chest with her leotard. “Don’t be rude. I’m allowed to be here. I’m allowed privacy.”
“Not from me.” He stepped forward and she tried to scramble back further, but there was nowhere to go. “Heard you had a thing for closets. Thought I’d see if it was true.”
She tried to hit him with her leotard again, but he caught it this time, yanking it out of her hands and tossing it behind him, then his body was pressing up against hers and the little brass drawer handles were poking into her back.
“Are you jealous?” she asked, trying not to sound intimidated and thinking he would just laugh at her for the question.
Instead, he just quietly nodded, his hands tugging at her hips until she was pulled up to her toes, and then he ducked down, planting his lips by her ear.
“I thought I only had to worry about Theo, but everyone wants a little taste of cherry, hm?”
She sucked in a quick breath, feeling his teeth graze over her neck, her stomach clenching tightly. “They’re my surrogates. They’re h-helping me.”
“Is that what they’re doing?” Oscar chuckled darkly, easing off her a little, his dark eyes catching hers. “I have no interest in helping you. So how do you explain this?”
“You’re trying to intimidate me.” She frowned, pushing against his chest.
“Wrong.” He pulled her up suddenly, catching her against his body. One arm wrapped around the back of her thighs while his other hand caught her face, drawing her lips to his. “I just want to get deep inside you because you’re already deep inside me and I hate it.”
He muttered the words against her lips before kissing her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. She clutched at his shoulders, her body bowing into his, and as soon as he got the reaction he wanted, he dropped her, spinning her around to face the drawers.
“Stay like that,” he muttered, his heat leaving her body for a moment before he was back, his hands teasing up the backs of her thighs. “Colour, rabbit?”
“G-Gr—yellow.”
“Why yellow?” He sounded amused, his fingers slipping beneath her dress to run lightly along the curve of her ass at the tops of her thighs. “Tell me.”
“Because I don’t want to be late.”
“You won’t be. I’m just making sure you’re dressed properly.” His touch drifted up higher, his thumbs hooking into the tops of her dancing underwear, and then he was pulling them down her legs, bending behind her to help her step out of them. He wrapped his hand around the inside of her calf, and as he rose, so did his hand.
She did a quick mental calculation, realising that Oscar was so much taller than her that there was no way his hand would stop short of her pussy if he straightened to his full height, and then he would know how wet she was just from his kiss. Hell, he would only need to hit her upper thigh to know that, because she could feel the stickiness there already.
Hit by a moment of panic, she immediately tried to clench her legs together, but he must have predicted her, because his boots were suddenly between her feet, kicking her legs out wider.
“This is the group’s second debut,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he gripped her inner thigh, his other hand slowly wrapping her hair around his fist. “You should make everyone sick with jealousy. Violent with it. Nothing should look better than the three of you dancing together. Every single person watching should want to peel their own skin off just to be you.”
He cupped her between the legs, one of his fingers lightly stroking against her clit. “But first … you need to feel all of that for yourself.”
She didn’t know what to say or do. Her throat felt painfully dry, her limbs threatening to go weak and collapse her into a pile of bones on the ground.
“D-Does this feel so good because of the bond?” she squeaked out in surprise, her hands flying up to support herself against the drawers when he tugged her head back against his chest, bowing her body backwards.
“No.” Oscar breathed deeply against the top of her head before drawing slow, gentle circles around her clit.
No?