“How much longer are you going to torture us today?”
“Hmm.” I tap my chin, really thinking about it. “You know what? I don’t think I’ll tell you.”
He clutches his heart dramatically. “I thought we said no secrets.”
“It’s a surprise, not a secret.”
“Fine, just let me suffer all day, walking around with an aching pecker and knowing what you’re wearing under that dress.”
I stroke his hair back, and he sighs at the touch. I lean over, and his grip on my butt tightens as I reach the shell of his ear.
“Be a good boy, and I won’t make you wait.”
Lorcán clears his throat behind us, but Declan doesn’t lessen his grip, and I just look up at his dilated, interested eyes.
“Are you two done?”
“To be fair, you started it,” I tell him.
“I think it was you who wanted to try on lingerie to get a reaction. Am I wrong?”
I roll my eyes at the man who knows me all too well, and Declan helps me stand on my feet.
“We have one more store and then our dinner reservation,” Lorcán tells us like he can’t wait to get me safely behind a closed door.
“And if I wanted to skip all that and go to the hotel now?” I ask.
Lorcán licks his lips, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out if he wants to torture me by making me wait or if his need for me is going to win in the end. Lord, do I sincerely hope it’s the latter.
The Alpha looks down at me and Declan, who is still casually sprawled out on the couch.
Lorcán grins. “Good things come to Omegas who wait.”
My hands are on my hips, and I’m about to truly make a scene in this changing room. But then I realize two can play that game. We’ve waited years for this moment, what’s a few more hours of torture?
I grin at the torturous Alpha and nod my agreement.
“So true, I think I’d like to stop by Luxe Nests while we’re at it.”
“Of course,” Lorcán replies with a smile.
I don’t know what game of cat and mouse we’re playing, but I find myself desperately wanting to both win this battle of wills and also get what I want. Maybe the two are synonymous.
28
ELENA
Mistakes were fucking made.
“Look at this fucking thing. We need it,” Declan whines as he lies his body over the massive sex pillow. “It’s waterproof and you can just lay here like this while you take it from behind,” he animatedly fantasizes.
I watch the Beta shifting his hips against the arched pillow and look over at Lorcán.
“He’s like this wherever you take him, it gets easier to ignore him,” he sighs, pushing the sex swing that’s hanging from the ceiling.
This idea was absolutely brilliant. Let me take the two guys I’m actively trying to prove I can be patient too and that I’m not the one who needs to be fucked right now to a glorified, high-end sex shop.
This store is an Omegas wet dream, and I can barely focus because these two are too distracting. It doesn’t help that each time they pick something up or mention something to me, I think about them fucking me during my heat.
