I blushed, standing up to meet the four men who were filing into the room. “I might have done my own stalking,” I told Bennett quietly.

His answering smile was wide. “Good. But introductions are still needed. This is Luke, our traditional specialist.” It felt strange to shake hands with them like this was some kind of business transaction and not what it really was.

“Hi.”

Luke’s hand gripped mine, and he didn’t let go. His build was lean, but he wasn’t skinny. The henley he wore showed the power of his arms, as much as the pushed up sleeves did. Sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes met mine, and unlike the rest of them, I didn’t see any visible tattoos. “It’s very nice to meet you, Esme, and if you’re willing, I’d like to hug you more than just a handshake.”

I blew out a breath in relief. “Yes, please.”

He wrapped me up tightly, and I got the first real hit of his scent. It was rich and aquatic. Like the fresh scent after rain and the ocean on the wind. Somehow wild and steady at the same time.

The same reaction that I’d had to Bennett occurred. I wanted to inhale this man and explore him, my Omega brain recognizing him as something.

Deep down, I knew what it was, but I was still too nervous to let the thought surface completely.

Luke pulled away slowly, smiling at me. I knew from my stalking he was the oldest of their pack. Not that he looked it.

“You’ve already met Rylan,” Bennett said.

The smiling blond held his arms out with a question on his face, and I nodded, unable to stop smiling back. His lighter Beta scent was just as delicious as the first time around, and his hug was good. The kind of hug you could breathe into and not want to let go.

But he had to.

“This is Kade, our piercer and chameleon. You come in and don’t have an appointment or don’t know what you want? Kade’s your man.”

The giant in front of me was covered in tattoos and piercings. A thick beard graced his face, dark as his hair. When he looked at me, I felt like he saw all of me completely.

He had a ring in his lip and studs in one eyebrow. Gauges in his ears, too. His scent hit me before he even stepped close enough for me to decide whether to hug him. Oak and chestnut. Kettle corn. A wavering sweetness over deeper notes. A bonfire in wintertime. “It’s good to meet you, Esme.”

His voice was so deep it vibrated through me and pulled at something in my soul.