“Kieran isn’t here,” Drake whispers against my ear. “And we won’t tell if you don’t.”
My head falls back against the couch as Drake squeezes my breast more firmly. The thin fabric of my blouse does little to dull the sensation, and my nipple hardens. Rowan’s hand creeps higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing against my inner thigh.
Their touch is making me go crazy.
Without thinking, I press a hand between my legs, seeking relief from the throbbing ache. Rowan notices immediately, his golden eyes darkening as he watches me touch myself through my skirt.
“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” Drake whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “I can smell it. We both can.”
My scent blockers have clearly failed, allowing my arousal to perfume the air around us. Both alphas are breathing harder now, their pupils dilated with desire.
“Show us,” Drake commands, his voice rough. “Show us how wet you are. Touch that pretty pussy for us.”
I gasp, shock warring with arousal. “I can’t.”
“And you want to. Don’t you?” Rowan asks calmly.
He’s right. God help me, he’s right.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, let alone two gorgeous alphas, but my body is screaming for release, for their approval.
With trembling fingers, I start to pull my skirt and panties down. Both men watch intently, their breathing synchronized with mine.
“That’s it,” Drake encourages. “Show us that sweet omega cunt.”
A large dark spot marks where my slick has soaked through my underwear.
“Fuck, look at that,” Drake groans. “She’s dripping for us.”
“Take them off,” Rowan commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “All the way off.”
I hesitate only a moment before pushing my panties and skirt down together, kicking them off awkwardly until I’m bare from the waist down. My blouse still covers me partially, but when I start to pull it down to cover myself, Rowan stops me.
“No,” he says firmly. “I want to see everything.”
Drake reaches for the hem of my blouse, lifting it to expose my pussy completely. I’m mortified and thrilled at the same time, my thighs trembling as the cool air hits my overheated flesh.
“Beautiful,” Rowan murmurs, his eyes fixed between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” Drake commands. “Show us how you like to be fucked.”
My hand moves of its own accord, sliding between my thighs to find my clit swollen and sensitive. I gasp at the first contact of my finger against my clit.
“That’s it, baby,” Drake croons. “But we need a better view.” He grabs my left leg, swinging it over his thigh so that I’m spread wide, my pussy completely exposed to their hungry gazes.
Rowan does the same with my right leg, positioning me so that I’m splayed open between them, utterly vulnerable on the couch.
“Perfect,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Now play with that pretty cunt. Make it cream for us.”
This is unbelievable. I’m sitting in my bedroom at my employer’s house, legs spread wide, masturbating for two alphas that I barely know.
I rub small circles around my clit, building the pressure slowly as I always do when I’m alone. But having an audience changes everything. It makes it more intense. Way more intense. My fingers slide easily through my folds, gathering slick.
“That’s right,” Drake encourages, his breath coming faster. “Show us how you like it. You ever had a cock in there, Red?”
I shake my head, unable to form words as the pleasure builds. My virgin status seems to excite them further, and both men growl low in their throats.
“A virgin omega,” Rowan says, his voice reverent. “So fucking rare. So precious.”
