“Nice to meet you, too. Do you two come here often?”
“Emmett comes more often than I do. My schedule can be pretty hectic,” Shyla says.
“Oh, what is it that you do?”
“I’m a criminal defense lawyer,” Shyla says, smiling at the small Omega. I catch her glancing at her tits again, and I want to smack her ass. She would probably have me on my knees begging for forgiveness after, but fuck, she’s not being subtle at all right now.
“My face is up here,” Kelsey says to my Alpha, and I nearly want to burst out into laughter and also hide in a corner. Shyla hardly ever gets embarrassed, but I watch as her cheeks heat and she looks into Kelsey’s eyes.
“You can’t blame me. They look amazing in that dress,” Shyla replies, and now we all have pink cheeks.
“Fair enough,” Kelsey says, shrugging her shoulders and taking a seat on one of the cream couches by the firepit. I sit on one side of her and Shyla takes the other. We’re completely boxing her in, and I don’t fucking care. The Omega smells like blueberry muffins, and I want a bite.
“What do you do?” I ask Kelsey.
“I’m a freelance artist,” she says.
“Do you have anything you could show us?” Shyla asks, her arm propped up behind the Omega. My hand rests on my knee, itching to touch her thigh.
Kelsey shrinks into herself a little before she straightens up, like she just had a mental pep talk with herself. “It’s, um, a not safe for work type of art.”
“Oh, now I definitely want to see it,” I say. She pulls out her phone and opens up her home screen. The first picture is clearly of her and a massive Alpha. Shyla and I exchange a look.
“That’s my brother,” Kelsey quickly tells us, and Shyla and I act like we didn’t just have little breakdowns of our own.
She opens up her Artdox app on her phone and hands it to me. The images are detailed and really fucking filthy. From what these pictures insinuate, it seems this sweet, little Omega might be down for just anything. The first image is of a man going down on a woman while an Alpha fucks him in the ass. The second picture is of a woman who is dressed like a demon fingering another woman dressed like an angel.
“Most of the art is commissioned, but some of them are original pieces, and I list them for sale, or I just draw them for fun.”
“These are beautiful,” Shyla croons at the Omega. I watch as Kelsey sits up straighter, the pride flowing through her under my Alpha’s praise.I fucking get it, sweetheart.Receiving praise from Shyla is like winning a gold medal. It makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t something I’m almost actively preening after.
“Thank you,” Kelsey says, leaning a little closer to Shyla. I watch as Shyla’s hand ever so slightly rubs against Kelsey’s back. I feel left out, so I test the waters and stroke my thumb against Kelsey’s thigh. With both of us touching her, a little whimper escapes her mouth. She takes her sugary drink and nearly inhales the entire thing.
“Do you want another drink, sugar?” I ask.
“Maybe shots?” she says, and I grin back.
“Pick your poison.”
“I like sweet drinks,” she says, and I smile. Of course she does.
“The usual, Shy?” She removes her gaze from Kelsey back to me and nods her head. I go up to the bar and order our shots. Two shots of Grey Goose for Shy and me, and a pineapple upside down shot for Kelsey.
The bartender looks irritated while he pours, rotating his glance from me to where Shyla and Kelsey are sitting. I watch as Shyla touches Kelsey on her back. Images of them together are making me hard, and I need to will my dick to go down. Knowing Shyla, she would make me watch and edge the fuck out of me until my cock was weeping and messy, and then she would let me join. I like our power dynamic; I enjoy being told what to do, being submissive. I’m not really looking for anyone to let me top them, just someone who can be a little softer with me and really give me more attention. I’m a needy ass Beta, I know. Maybe I should get a fucking job or something.
I carry the shots back to our little haven on the patio and hand each of the ladies their respective shots. We clink the shot glasses and everyone takes their shot with grace.
Kelsey licks her lips and both Shyla and I watch like we’ve never seen a pretty girl before. “Mmm, that was delicious,” Kelsey says. She turns to face me, but her body language is still open to Shyla, making sure she doesn’t feel left out.
“What do you do, handsome?” she asks, and fuck, is she already feeling buzzed off those two drinks? I give Shyla a look and I can tell from her gaze that this Omega is cut off, whether or not she wants to be.
“I’m a trust fund baby.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I had an Omega mom and five Alpha dads, no siblings, and I gained all their assets when they passed.”
Kelsey gapes at me, and I’m ready for the pity party. I fucking hate the look in people’s eyes when they look sad for me. “I’m an orphan too. Do you want to start a club or something?” she says, and I can’t help it when I bark out a laugh. This girl is refreshing. She didn’t really have a filter before the drinks, but now it seems like it’s completely gone.