I cross my arms around my waist, feeling very naked as Emmett appreciates my body. “I think I’d like to smell like both of you.”
“I don’t have a scent,” he says.
“You do. It might not be like an Alpha or an Omega. Maybe it’s the cologne you wear, but you definitely have a scent.”
“What do I smell like?”
“Expensive,” I say, laughing as I playfully give him a kiss. Shyla comes back into the room, handing me a black shirt with avocados all over it. It seems like Emmett really likes prints. I inhale the shirt and it smells like a mix of both of them. Probably one of my new favorite scents.
“What kind of movie would you like to watch?” Shyla asks.
“Something scary?”
Shyla nods her head, taking my hand. I watch as Emmett tucks his hard dick into a pair of sweatpants. As we walk through the rest of their home, I get a bigger picture of them as a couple. When I see expensive modern art, I know Shyla picked that, but when I see weird shit like a greyhound dog standing on its hind legs holding a tray, I know Emmett bought that piece. Their home seems like a perfect mix of both of them, and I can’t help but wonder if I could fit into what they have already built together.
They bring me to a dark room, a large comfy black leather sofa in the center and a massive drop down projector screen in front.
“Have you watched The Haunting of Hill House?” Emmett asks, taking the seat to my left as Shyla sits to my right. I could get seriously addicted to sitting between these two.
“I have not.”
“Let’s watch that then. Shy, you gonna be good?” Emmett asks, his tone teasing.
She just shrugs him off as she grabs the remote and some blankets. She wraps my legs in her arms and puts them over the top of her thighs while I lean against Emmett’s side.
We watch the show, Shyla’s grip on my legs tightening every time something jumpy happens. It isn’t long before I feel Emmett’s snoring beneath me. I slide from his grasp and get closer to Shyla.
“Shyla, do you not like horror?”
She clears her throat. “It’s not my favorite,” she says. I smirk. Why is it so charming that this big bad Alpha is afraid of a scary show?
“We can watch something else. Emmett is asleep anyway.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not,” I say as she puts on The Office.
“I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable and see how happy we want to make you. I know that we’re not the only people you’re seeing right now,” she says, her thumb rubbing a gentle circle on my thigh.
“Does that bother you?” I ask, totally scared that it bothers her and she will ask me not to see anyone else. That’s exactly what Meera did.
“No.” She shakes her head. “I understand that you have needs that could not be met by Emmett and me alone. I’m also open to dating more people. I just wouldn’t move forward without Emmett’s consent, or well yours,” she says the last part hopefully.
“Do you want me to be your girlfriend, Shyla?”
She smiles, her hand cupping my chin as she kisses my jaw. “I’d like that,” she says.
“I need to see where things with Dom and possibly Cameron go.” I swallow thickly, worried about standing up for myself. Remembering what happened last time. Shyla goes to touch my jaw again, and I flinch and look away.
My eyes water and fuck. Not right now. She pulls her hand away from my face and puts it back on my thigh.
She clears her throat. “I would never put my hands on you like that, you know that,” she says as I look into her expressive eyes. How does she know? I can only imagine she has been in a similar situation herself.
I put my hand on top of hers. “My ex, she didn’t want me to add to the pack, especially not men or a male Alpha. It’s something that’s important to me. I wouldn’t be able to date someone at this point unless they understand my needs.”
She cups my chin again. “I understand, and I’m here when you’re ready to talk about it. We like you a lot. I just don’t want you doubting where we stand. We both want to see where it goes, and you’re in charge here.”
I smirk at her. “I’m in charge, huh?”