Mason moves behind me, and I immediately tense as his hands settle on my hips. Not on my clothes. On my bare skin where my T-shirt has ridden up slightly.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. “Feet shoulder-width apart. Weight balanced evenly.”
His hands guide my hips into position, his fingers curling into my skin with firm pressure. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body, warming my back.
“Good. Now shoulders back.” His hands slide up my sides, fingertips trailing along my ribs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Chest out slightly. Not aggressively, just confident.”
His chest presses against my back as he adjusts my posture, and I can feel everything. The solid muscle. The steady heartbeat. And definitely, unmistakably, the beginning of an erection pressing against my ass.
My breath hitches.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “Just like that. Feel how stable you are? How grounded?”
I’m feeling a lot of things right now. Grounded isn’t one of them.
Dylan moves in front of me, and now I’m sandwiched between them. His hands come to my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the hollow of my collarbone.
“Chin up a bit,” he instructs. “Eye contact is crucial. You need to look men straight in the eye without flinching. Show them you’re not intimidated.”
His green eyes lock on to mine, intense and heated, and I’m immediately transported back to that night at this house. The way those eyes looked at me while he was between my legs. The way he grinned up at me right before making me scream.
How huge they were. How perfectly he and Mason worked together to drive me absolutely insane.
Mason’s hands are still on my waist under my shirt, his thumbs now stroking my bare skin. His breath is on my neck, warm and steady, and he shifts slightly behind me, pressing closer.
The erection against my ass is definitely more prominent now.
“This is how you stand,” Mason says quietly, his lips so close to my ear that I can feel them move. “Like nothing can shake you and you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
I’m trembling slightly between them. If I kissed one of them right now, we would absolutely end up in a puddle on the floor. No clothes. Panting. Desperate.
God, it sounds so good.
No.Control. I need control.
But what is happening to me? I’ve been insatiable lately. Constantly turned on, constantly wanting them.
“You okay?” Dylan asks as if he can see exactly what’s running through my mind.
“Fine,” I manage. “Totally fine. Just… learning.”
“Uh-huh.” His thumb strokes along my collarbone again. “You’re a very dedicated student.”
“Extremely dedicated,” Mason agrees against my neck, and I feel his smile.
I take a shaky breath and step away from both of them before I do something we’ll all enjoy but will definitely derail this training session completely.
“Okay,” I say, my voice slightly breathless. “I think I’ve got the stance down. What’s next?”
They exchange a look that clearly says they know exactly what they were doing to me and enjoyed every second of it. And based on the heat in both their eyes, I have a feeling this training session is about to get even more dangerous.
“Okay,” Dylan announces, dropping onto the weight bench. “Sitting. This is crucial. Reed will notice how you sit. Most Omegas sit with their legs together or crossed. Males, especially the kind Reed respects, take up space.”
He demonstrates by spreading his legs so absurdly wide that he’s practically doing splits on the bench, his knees almost perpendicular to his body. “You need to assert dominance over the furniture,” he says with a straight face. “Let it know who’s boss.”
“I’m pretty sure the furniture doesn’t care,” I point out, trying not to laugh.
“The furniture always cares,” Mason says seriously from where he’s standing nearby, then completely ruins it by grinning.
