“They said we can buy this one off the floor. The man said something about fucking nerve stimulation and vibrations? I don’t fucking know, but it’s supposed to help with the pain when your heat starts,” Declan rambles, scanning the item and looking at the two of us.
I will not cry at his thoughtfulness.
“Let me see all the shit you have on this list,” Lorcán demands, and Declan begrudgingly hands him the device.
We cut the items he has in the cart by a third before leaving Luxe Nest and heading to dinner. It will take everything short of a miracle not to beg them at dinner to take me back to the hotel and fuck me so good I don’t remember my name.
The restaurant they chose is blessedly at our hotel, on the top floor. The skyline of Los Angeles is beautiful as we eat and enjoy each other’s company.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt more free in my life than I do right now. How can that be possible while I'm sitting next to theman who was by my side for years under false pretenses and the other who was a massive part of me being kidnapped?
But as we sit here and talk, joke, and eat, I realize that I feel light. There’s no pressure to be a specific way, there’s no questions of my future or what I should do. I’m present, and content in a way I didn’t think existed.
Great, I feel like crying again.
“I should get another tequila,” I announce instead of letting tears fill my eyes.
“No,” Lorcán denies.
I stiffen in my chair, adjusting my weight in the seat. His tone sends a shiver down my spine, and I know it’s because he doesn’t want me to have too much to drink before we go back to the hotel room. My consent and being clear minded is important to Lorcán, and that only makes me want him more.
For the first time in my life, I consider skipping dessert, but Lorcán orders all of them for me to try, and I just can’t pass that up.
Both of the men seem unphased, totally relaxed, not like we’re definitely going to have a threesome as soon as we leave this restaurant. I simply can’t have that.
“I need to use the restroom,” I say quietly while we wait for our desserts to arrive.
Without a word, Lorcán stands before leading me with a hand on my lower back to the bathroom. Thankfully, there aren’t private bathrooms, or I may have dragged him in there and begged him to fuck me.
“I’ll be right here.”
I nod and go into the bathroom, shutting myself into a stall before hiking my dress up to grab the hem of the lacey and very expensive thong that was just purchased for me.
It’s obscene how wet the garment is, but that really only gives my plan even more merit as I ball them in my fist.
If Lorcán seems surprised by how quickly I went to the bathroom, he doesn’t say anything as we head back to the table, which is gloriously filled with desserts waiting for our return.
Lorcán pulls out my chair, and I grab his hand, placing the balled undergarment into his palm. He stiffens and clears his throat before pocketing them in his slacks. Declan seems amused, while Lorcán looks like he’s hanging on for dear life.
Perfect.
I eat dessert extremely slow, savoring every moment with the men at the table, knowing I’m not wearing any underwear. I can tell Lorcán hates the idea of anyone else scenting me by the way he glares at anyone who attempts to come near our table.
Maybe it’s because I’m an Omega, but I preen under his possessive nature.
I moan dramatically as I taste the tres leches, and both men shift in their seats. Feeling satisfied by the food—and equally satisfied by having tortured Declan and Lorcán—I finally pull out the metaphorical white flag.
“Are we ready to go back to the room?”
“Dinner’s already paid for,” Declan confirms, nearly sprinting out of his chair and coming to pull out mine.
He’s strategic in the way he shields my body from anyone looking in our direction as I stand up. He walks behind me as Lorcán takes my hand, and we make our way to the elevators. There are some odd looks thrown our way, and I’m not sure if it’s because I smell like I need a knot, or because they suspect what kind of people we are.
Lorcán and Declan carry a menacing air about them. Despite everything I thought, I love the idea of a dangerous man. I was a fool for thinking I could truly leave this life.
We have the elevator to ourselves, and they take advantage of it. Lorcán pushes me back against Declan’s front, and he grips my hips. His erection is firm against my ass.
Lorcán grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
