“Your Omega is telling you he wants to watch,” I say, and she blinks at me.
“Owen?” she questions. He sighs and rakes a hand through his messy dirty-blond hair.
“Listen, I know I’m the reason we’re not doing anything. But fuck, Piper. I want you. I want to see you come, I want to taste, fuck, lick, worship you, have you worship me. But we can’t right now, so the next best thing is to watch Alexi do that for me.”
She wraps her arms around her middle and looks between me and Owen and licks her lips. “You really think we’ll be able to just stop there?”
“We’ll have to,” he says.
“What do you say,malyshka?You have been so good, so patient. Don’t you deserve a reward?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You were plotting this whole thing, weren’t you?”
I shrug and take a few steps closer to her. “Can you blame me? Watching you walk around here in your bra and panties, showing me what I can’t have. When I know it feels so fucking good?” I ask her, invading her space.
I look to my left, and Owen is already taking off his clothes. Piper looks at him wide-eyed, licking her lips before looking back at me.
“He needs it too,” I say softly.
“I really fucking do,” Owen says in a breathy voice and heads over to the couch where he tugs down his shorts and boxers, exposing his perfect cock. Piper’s gaze locks onto where his hand grips the base of his dick.
“Do to me what you want to do to him,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers.
“You’re sure, Owen?” she confirms with him again. I’m not sure why him stroking his cock isn’t enough confirmation, but he answers her regardless.
“Please, Alpha,” he asks. It’s what breaks her, and I’m fucking happy for it. I try not to be a smug asshole about it, but it’s difficult.
“Sit on the couch,” she directs me.
Fuck yes.
I’m walking over to the couch, and she clicks her tongue. “You won’t be needing your clothes,” she tells me, and I grin, gripping the collar of my shirt and ripping it off before grabbing my shorts and briefs by the waistband and tugging them down.
“Fuck,” I hear Owen groan from the loveseat. “Please get naked too,” he begs Piper.
She looks over at him, and I know it’s taking every ounce of her control to not just go over there and touch him and give into every desire. But being the strong Alpha she is, she shakes her head and looks at me. “Take off my clothes,” she tells me.
Completely naked, with my dick hitting my stomach, I do as she says. I fist the hem of her T-shirt and drag it over her head. Her luscious dark hair hits her back, and I can’t help but push it over her shoulders before placing a kiss on her collarbone before reaching around her back and unclasping her bra. Her arms fall to her side as the material slides down her skin. Owen groans, and both Piper and I can’t help but to look over at him. The way he’s biting his lip and stroking himself in a way to make it last.
“Her bottoms too,” Owen says between strokes.
“Our Omega is impatient,” I say, and Piper hums in agreement. I make quick work of untying the front of her shorts and pushing them off her hips, and the offensive cotton hits the floor. She steps out of her shorts, and her hands are on my chest. I’m proud of myself for not even making a comment about her not wearing any panties.
“On the couch,” she tells me again. With a massive grin on my face, I sit on the couch, my legs spread wide and my arms resting on the back of the sofa. I feel like a fucking king, and the only thing that could possibly make this any better is if we were all able to touch each other right now.
But when I look over at Piper's naked body and the slight sheen hitting her thighs, I can’t help but to feel grateful. I have her in my house, willing and eager to be with me. She understands the direction this is all headed toward. This isn’t just a let me clear my head fuck, this is the three of us being a pack. We’re solving a problem together, and she isn’t running for the hills or overthinking anything.
I won’t deny that I have a fear that she’ll shut down after we finish, but I hope this is the start of a less skittish Piper, one who see’s how important she is to me—to this pack.
Piper walks over to me, standing between my two legs, and looks back at Owen. “What do you want?” she asks him.
“I want to see you come,” he tells her, but it feels like it’s directed to both of us.
She turns back to me and arches an eyebrow. “Do you think you can make that happen?” she challenges with a smirk.
“Malyshka,you already fucking know I can make you come. The question is how long should I drag it out?”
“Don’t drag it out,” Owen says, panting in the corner. His knuckles are white the way he’s holding is cock, and all I want to do is make it better. This is the best I’ve got—giving him the show he desperately needs.
