Lars’s hand cradled the back of my head, authority radiating from him, and I automatically leaned in to breathe in his scent. “Was there another reason you didn’t want to go to dinner, or just the outfit?” His chest rumbled, sending vibrations through my body.
“Outfit,” I whispered.
Lars nodded. “You look amazing in everything you wear, kitten.” Before I could argue, he cocked an eyebrow. “We will choose an outfit for you and you’ll be a good girl and put it onfor us. Then we are going out together so your pack can prove that we’re worthy of your omega by spoiling you.”
Part of me wanted to push back. I was still a bit shaken and raw from my trip to the store earlier. I wanted to curl up alone so I could avoid being perceived. But another part of me just wanted to do whatever I could to be Lars’s good girl.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Easton said. He turned around and held up a corset lingerie top made completely with sheer black lace. I’d found the piece on sale online about a year ago and had splurged on it but had never worn it.
Lars cleared his throat and shifted, his erection obvious against my ass. “Be a good girl and put it on for us.” He lifted me by the hips until I was standing on the mattress.
I took the corset from Easton with a huff. “Fine.” I stripped off my clothes and put on the corset and matching thong, turning around so Easton could do up the back. And then I remembered why I’d never worn it. I loved how it lifted my boobs and cinched in my waist, but the front perfectly framed my stomach rolls and seemed to push them out even further. I grimaced and was ready to take it off when Finn swore.
“You’re right, we should skip going out.” He stared up at me from his spot on the bed, eyes wide. “My god, Olive. I have no fucking idea how the three of us landed a literal goddess.”
Lars cupped his cock through his pants with a groan. “Fuck, kitten.Fuck.”
Standing before them, their jaws dropped and gazes transfixed on my body, made me feel powerful. But old insecurities still rose to the surface. I cupped my belly, cringing a bit at how it spilled over the skimpy thong. “You don’t think this is… unattractive?”
Lars and Finn were on their feet, their chests vibrating with growls as they crowded Easton and me.
“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Lars asked, voice low and dangerous.
Finn gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze with my burning cheeks. “There is no part of you that could ever beunattractive.” He spit the word out like it had personallyoffended him.
Easton’s hand collared my throat from behind, adding the slightest bit of pressure, while the other dragged down my side until it cupped my stomach. It took everything in me not to move away.
“Can’t you see what you do to us?” His erection pressed firmly against my back. “Don’t doubt yourself, baby.”
He didn’t move his hand, and I slowly relaxed into his touch, letting my belly go. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Such a fucking good girl for us.”
I shivered as he moved my hair to the side and kissed me, starting at my shoulder and working his way up my neck until his lips pressed against a sensitive spot behind my ear. “Maybe we should stay in so we can prove to you how sexy you are.”
I whimpered as he squeezed my pussy, causing slick to drench my underwear.
Lars snarled a growl and then pulled me out of Easton’s arms. “No. We are going to prove to you that we are good alphas who can provide for you, and not just in your nest.”
I jutted my lip out in a pout, but Lars firmed his jaw. “That is not going to work. We are going to go out and spoil you, kitten, and nothing you say is going to dissuade us.”
“Fine, but only if you agree to keep the suits on.”
A satisfied grin spread across Lars’s face. “Oh, you like us dressed up for you, omega?”
I shrugged. “You might look nice.”
My alpha chuckled as he palmed my ass. “What our omega wants, she gets.”
46
OLIVE
We piledinto Lars’s light blue vintage Volvo truck, my face briefly heating at the memories of what had happened the last time I was in here.
Easton gave me a boost before crowding in the back with me, his massive frame taking up most of the space. He leaned over and did up my seatbelt before wrapping his arms around me, his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair and brushing against my skin as we headed to the restaurant.
“I missed you today,” he murmured.
I rested my head on his chest. “I missed you, too.”
