A giant circus tent flowed from the ceiling and down the walls. Rich crimson trimmed in gold. The air was murky with fog, making things hazy and mysterious. Aerialists spun to the music, which managed to be ethereal and electronic at the same time. Colored lights flowed across the crowd, and random acts performed on pedestals among the dancers. A burst of fire from a man’s mouth and a woman juggling what looked like balls of iridescent glass. A contortionist, ribbon dancer, and gymnast working with both hoops and balls rounded out the acts I could see.

Ben wrapped his arms around me from behind, enveloping me in sugary vanilla. My mouth watered, connecting the atmosphere to the night I met him.

“Tonight you’re not Esme Williams and I’m not Bennett Gray. You’re an Omega and I’m an Alpha, and I want to dance with you, however that presents itself. If you end up climbing me again and I have my hands on your gorgeous ass, then that’s what happens. I don’t want you to think about anything else.”

I bit my lip. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

We didn’t bother with drinks. Who needed a drink when just smelling him felt like getting high?

He spun me into him, pulling my back against his chest and easing us into the crowd.

Unlike the first time we danced, Ben’s hands roamed across my body, possessive and powerful. He tilted my neck to the side and kissed me—that was all it took to make me let go.

Him and me.

No one else mattered, and no one here cared. My arms were around his neck, and I sank into the song of his scent just like the first time.

The lights and the smoke, the way we moved together, it was like going back in time to when he first saw me at the party and met me at the dance floor.

I came for you.

Under the music, I felt the strength of his purr. Ben’s scent curled around me in a bubble. The creamy top notes of his vanilla and the sharp pureness of it, and beneath it, the sweetness that made my mouth water.

His hands weren’t the only ones wandering as I touched him, felt his body under his clothes and marveled that this was somehow mine. I wanted to climb him again. Hell, I almost wanted to leave now and go home just so I could have him all to myself.

We lost ourselves in the music, reduced to nothing but rhythm and instinct. He was right. We weren’t anybody but dancers. I didn’t care that I was perfuming like crazy in front of strangers or that photographers were probably already here. All I couldn’t think about was Ben touching me and the way his hips slid into mine.