"Because your instincts recognize us," I explain gently. "Your Omega knows we're your Alphas even if your mind isn't quite ready to accept it fully yet. But we won't push, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
Solana is quiet for a moment, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip again. "And if I want to?"
My cock twitches with interest despite having just come, my body already responding to the implication of her words.
"Just ask, sweetheart," I tell her. "That's it. All you ever have to do is ask, and we'll give you anything you want."
She nods slowly, her eyes moving between Dustin and me again. I can see the wheels turning in her head, processing this new information and trying to figure out what she wants versus what she thinks she should want. She lingers in the doorway for another long moment.
"Let me get you some lunch, alright?" I offer, giving her an out from this conversation before it becomes too overwhelming. "You must be hungry after the morning you've had."
Relief flashes across her face, grateful for the change in subject even though the arousal doesn't fade from her scent. "Okay. Thank you."
She turns and disappears down the hallway. I watch her go, tracking her movement until she's out of sight before turning back to Dustin. He's grinning at me, that knowing smirk playing at his lips. "She wants us," he says simply, stating the obvious.
"She does," I agree, running a hand over his head. "But she's not ready yet. We need to give her time to process everything, to learn that wanting us isn't wrong or shameful."
Dustin pushes off the desk and crosses to me, his hand coming up to rest against my chest. "You did good, Alpha. Giving her the choice instead of pushing. She needs that control right now."
I cover his hand with mine, threading our fingers together. "We'll get there."
Dustin hums, offering me a nod. "I can work with that. Even if it kills me to catch her scent and not be able to do anything about it."
I laugh despite myself, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Go clean up properly. I'll handle lunch, and you can keep Solana company while I work on the Morrison documentation."
"Deal." Dustin steals another kiss before heading toward the door, pausing in the threshold to look back at me. "Kade? This morning, with her on the table? Best fucking morning of my life."
"Mine too," I admit, watching him disappear down the same hallway Solana took moments before.
Chapter twenty
Solana
Kade disappeared down the hallway about ten minutes ago. I stayed in the living room, curled up on the couch, trying to process everything that just happened. The image of Kade and Dustin in the office keeps replaying in my mind, the raw intensity of it making my body heat in ways I'm not sure how to handle.
When Kade returns, I look up automatically and immediately regret it. He's changed out of his jeans into a pair of soft gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, the waistband revealing a strip of dark skin and the defined V of muscle that disappears beneath the fabric. But it's the lack of a shirt that really gets me. His chest is bare, all that smooth dark skin stretched over muscle that shifts and moves as he walks, a tattoo over his heart that I noticed before but can now see clearly.
A family crest of some kind, intricate lines forming a shield with symbols I don't recognize. It looks old, like something passed down through generations but also rich, like old money in the magazines we’d sometimes to steal atHarmony.
But it's not the tattoo that has my attention fully captured. It's just him. The way his muscles move as he heads toward the kitchen, relaxed in a way that makes him seem more approachable than when he's in his usual dark jeans and fitted shirts.
My body heats up even more, a flush spreading across my skin that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the growing arousal pooling low in my belly. I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the slick building between my legs. It's getting worse, more pronounced than it was this morning when Dustin had his mouth on me.
I never realized what a problem it could be until today, until I'm sitting here soaking through my panties while watching Kade move around the kitchen like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to me.
Harmony House told us that slick was a bad reaction, something that happened when Omegas lost control of their baser instincts. They said it was shameful, that proper Omegas didn't produce excessive amounts because they had learned to regulate their responses through discipline and suppressants. The message was clear even if they never said it directly—if you were slicking heavily, you were doing something wrong. You were being too sexual, too responsive, too...Omega.
But I never believed that, not really. Not when every time an Omega managed to whisper about their experiences in the few unsupervised moments we had, they talked about slick with this reverence in their voices.
Like it was something magical and beautiful, tied to pleasure so intense it bordered on religious experience. They talked about Alphas they managed to snag on our outings who appreciated it, who praised them for it, who lapped it up like it was the sweetest thing they'd ever tasted.
I had only felt that way once, before I even entered Harmony House. I was nineteen and stupid and so desperate for connection that I let an Alpha I barely knew touch me in ways I probably shouldn't have allowed. But when his fingers slid inside me and my slick coated his entire hand, the look of wonder on his face made me feel powerful instead of ashamed. He told me I was perfect, that my body's response was the most incredible thing he'd ever witnessed.
Then two weeks later, my family turned me over to Harmony House and I never saw him again. Never felt that blissful experience again either. Years of suppressants and being told my body's natural reactions were wrong had convinced me that something fundamental was damaged inside me.
Until this morning. Until Dustin put his mouth on me and I came so hard I saw stars, slicking all over his face while Kade watched. Dustin lapped me up like I was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted, groaning against my pussy like my slick was a gift he'd been waiting his whole life to receive.
Now I'm here, watching a half-naked Kade make my lunch while my body continues to heat in ways that are becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He's pulled out bread and sandwich fixings, moving around the kitchen with efficient grace. Every movement shows off more of those muscles, his back flexing as he reaches for something in the upper cabinet, his arms shifting as he slices vegetables.
