My eyes flutter closed as I lean into their attention, craving more of their touch. Kade's lips travel lower to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My breathing kicks up a little, my heart hammering in my chest. One of my soapy hands curls into his shirt, gripping the fabric as Dustin twists my head to give me a full kiss. His mouth is soft and demanding at the same time, tasting like the coffee he just finished.
Dustin twists me around further, using Kade’s chest as a wall for my back before he presses in further, completely sandwiching me between them. A gasp falls from my lips as I feel the full length of their cocks pressed against my back and stomach. The heat gets worse, building into something almost unbearable until it pulls a moan from my lips that I can't contain.
Dustin pulls back a little, his eyes searching my face. "Do you want me to stop?"
The question makes me pause, uncertainty flooding through the haze of arousal. How much am I ready for? Especially with two Alphas at once?
Harmony House wasn't celibate despite what they wanted the outside world to believe. Omegas have needs and the staff knew it, using it to their advantage sometimes. But it was never with an Alpha, always hurried encounters with Betas if you could convince the right staff member to look the other way for a few minutes. Quick and functional, more about relief than pleasure. Nothing like this, nothing that feels so overwhelming and wanted at the same time.
Kade presses a kiss by my ear, his voice lowering a few octaves. "Can you tell us what you want?"
He steps back and the loss of them pressed against me feels like an abomination. My face twists up without my permission, the distress in my expression clear. They must understand it because they step back up immediately, surrounding me again, Kade's chuckle rumbling through my back and vibrating against my spine.
"I don't know how much..." The words trail off because I don't know how to finish that sentence. How much I can handle? How much I want? How much is too much?
Dustin's hand comes up to cup my face. "Can we make you feel good and you tell us when it's too much?"
The idea that I get to set the pace, that they'll actually stop if I ask, feels too good to be true. But Dustin’s watching me with a patient expression, waiting for my answer. I blink several times and process the question before nodding, giving my consent.
Dustin steps back and I frown again, confused by the loss of contact when I just agreed. Kade moves me away from the sink and toward the kitchen table, his hands settling on my waist. He lifts me easily to sit on the edge of the table, my dress riding up slightly on my thighs. Nervous and excited and terrified all at once, I stare up at him.
"If you need us to stop, we will." Kade murmurs.
The promise makes my chest ache because saying stop or no never got me the right reaction at Harmony House. It usually made things worse or made the punishment harsher or the isolation longer. Saying no meant you were being difficult, uncooperative, refusing to accept your role. My body tenses at the memories, old fear rising up in my chest even if logically I know things are different here.
Dustin must notice because he moves closer, his hand resting on my knee. "How about we use what I use with Kade? A color system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down or if you're unsure, and green for keep going or you're okay with what's happening. That way you don't have to find the words if they're stuck."
The simplicity of it makes sense. Colors instead of words that might get stuck in my throat when fear takes over.
"I can do that." I sound more certain than I feel even if I really want whatever they’re offering.
Kade smiles, the expression softening his usually serious face. "Okay, what color are we feeling right now?"
"Green." I don’t even have to think about how much I want more of them pressed against me. "I want this. But I don't know what you're going to do and that's making me nervous."
"Thank you for telling me." Kade's hand comes up to stroke my cheek. "I'm going to explain everything Dustin is going to do to you, okay? That way you know exactly what to expect and you can tell us to stop at any point if it becomes too much."
I scoot back a little bit, my nostrils flaring as their scents get a little stronger, threatening to suffocate me in the best of ways. A small gush of slick coats my panties as I place my hands palm down on the table, Kade taking a seat just beside me.
Dustin moves in front of me, gently pushing my legs wider before coming to stand between my knees. The position feels vulnerable and safe at the same time, exposed but protected. And when a deviant smile spreads across his lips as he catches the scent of my arousal, my heart beats a little faster in anticipation.
"My little Alpha is going to kiss you now." Kade's voice helps me focus on the moment, on Dustin’s gorgeous face, his full lips, that delicious dimple...
Dustin tips my chin up with just a finger, his eyes lingering on mine for several seconds, and then presses his lips to mine.
Chapter seventeen
Dustin
Kade's voice fills the kitchen as he settles into the chair beside the table, his dark eyes fixed on us with an intensity that makes my skin prickle with awareness. "My little Alpha is going to kiss you now."
The words send heat straight through me because I know exactly what Kade is doing. He's not just narrating for Solana's benefit or helping her feel safe by knowing what to expect. He's getting off on this. Watching me touch her, directing me like I'm his instrument to play, orchestrating every movement and reaction. The control gets him hard in a way that few other things do and I can already imagine how he's going to fuck me later for this. How he'll bend me over and take what he wants, reminding me exactly who I belong to while praising me for how well I pleased our Omega.
The thought makes my cock throb in my jeans but I push the anticipation aside to focus on the woman in front of me. Solana deserves my full attention right now.
Tipping her chin up gently, I press my lips to hers and feel her hands immediately dig into my shirt. She kisses me back with growing confidence, her mouth opening beneath mine as I deepen the contact. The taste of her is addictive, that sweetness I first experienced at the racegrounds now mixed with hints of the sweet sausage she had at breakfast. Her scent blooms around us, vanilla and orchid intensifying until it wraps around my senses and makes my Alpha instincts roar with satisfaction.
I pull back just enough to catch my breath, watching the way her eyes flutter open. They're glazed with desire, pupils blown wide and dark. She's so fucking beautiful like this, finally letting herself feel pleasure instead of fear.
