And half the battle was won right then. I was already softening, surrendering, and he’d barely put a finger on me. God knows what would happen when he did, but I was about to find out.
When we pulled apart, we saw the two alphas standing there, James obviously giving directions to his studio.
“Jesus, Kit, how are we gonna get through this?” Tris whispered.
“Together.”
Chapter 20
Every omega sense was on high alert as we walked through the very nice cottage garden towards James’ studio, but I couldn’t enjoy the flowers or the statuesque trees growing there, only them. With Tris’ hand in mine, James leading the way, and Len tracking our every move, my mind was skittish, thoughts, hot, hot thoughts rattling around in my brain as my body prepared itself for what was to come. My skin felt alive in a way it never had, every sensation amplified exponentially. So I jumped when the sliding door was dragged open, when Tristan’s hand tightened around mine, and I listened to the frantic beat of my heart as we stepped inside.
It was as I remembered—a big open space, a drafting table in the centre, a large couch against the window, and the bed. The sheets were ruffled, so it looked like James slept here some nights when he was up drawing late, and as I stepped closer, I could smell him, his scent, washing over me.
“We don’t have to do this,” Tris said, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, the gesture soothing me like nothing else. “If you want to go home or somewhere else, we’ll go. We’re here for you.”
“And you, Tris,” I replied, turning around to face him. If we were doing the honesty thing, then I wasn’t going to back away from that. “You’ve never let an alpha touch you before yesterday, but…” I frowned slightly, staring up into his eyes. “But you want them to.”
“I…”
James, Len, they shifted like dark shadows behind us, witnesses to our struggles, just like James had been when he drew us.
“Tristan, it’s me.”
That seemed to settle him, and he straightened up, staring down at me with a terribly intent gaze.
“It’s really bloody confusing, watching you fuck an alpha,” he said. “I talk myself through it, pretend it’s me doing the fucking, but that’s only part of it. They break the illusion by touching you roughly and without the care you’re due, fucking you in a way I never would if I had a knot, but when one gets it right, it’s almost worse. I can hear him pleasing you and I’m jealous he can do something for you that I can’t, but I’m also jealous of what you’re experiencing. It’s fucked-up.”
“It’s how you feel,” I said, placing my hand on his chest, sliding the fingers under his shirt. “You know I’ve never wanted anyone other than you.”
“Yes, you do.” His voice was sharp, nipping. “We can’t lie, not this time. Part of you fucking loves it, being wedged between us, taking his knot while you kiss me and love me. That’s when you have everything you need.” He pushed a finger under the strap of my dress, edging it off my shoulder. “Greedy little princess, always wanting more.” The other strap was shoved down, then his hands went to my zip as he stared down at me. “Now you’re about to get it. Tell me no if you don’t want this.”
“Not gonna happen,” I replied.
So he turned around to the others, moving until he was at my back, displaying me to them as he tugged the zip down.
“You wanna be better than the alphas that Marcus sends us,” Tris snarled. “I’m not putting up with selfish dicks anymore.” His hands moved quickly, covering my breasts the moment the dress dropped down, my nipples caught between his fingers, then his lips found my neck. For a second, he just breathed me in, what scent was left. “You treat her like a fucking princess, one with an angel’s smile and sticky thighs.”
“Why don’t you show us, Tristan?” James said, his voice tight. “You know her, you love her. Show us what that looks like.”
I jumped when Len dragged a stool over, taking a seat like this was some kind of performance, like it was us up on the platform at Abaddon this time, and for some reason, that emboldened me. I turned in Tris’ grip, kicking my dress free, and just looked at him for a second before unbuttoning his shirt.
“Kit…”
Hard planes of muscle and tan brown skin were revealed. I couldn’t resist tracing the shapes of his pecs, his abs.
“Kit…”
I peeled the shirt off those thick forearms, my fingers following the lines of his veins down before he caught my hands in his.
“Kit.” I stopped finally, and he stared down at me. “I love you. I’ve always fucking loved you.”
“And I’ll always love you. Now kick your boots off, because I sure as hell am not going to be the only naked omega here, not without some kinky, ‘sold to the alpha mafia’ fantasy playing out.”
“What? Since when have you been into that?”
But he did as he was told, standing barefoot as I undid his jeans and peeled the fly back, then there he was, swollen and hard for me.
“You’re all slick,” I said, looking up through my eyelashes at him. The head of his cock was glossy, my fingers sliding easily over it.