I debate it, and since I’ve already gone this far, why the fuck not? “Would you be okay coming to my nest?” I can’t see Shyla’s expression, but Emmett is grinning in front of me.
“Lead the way,” she says behind me. I grab both of their hands and walk down the hallway to my nest. I took over the owner’s suite and made it my nest. I kept my childhood bedroom, and Harry always has his old room to come home to whenever he visits.
I put on an aura of confidence as I lead them both to my nest. It might not be featured on Million Dollar Nests, but it’s mine and I love it. It’s poorly decorated and low budget as fuck, but it’s mine. I’ve had my heats here, and no, it isn’t what I would really want from a nest. But for now, it will do. I turn on the two night lamps; they give the room a romantic enough feel. I love being able to watch. Complete darkness while fucking is not my thing.
Neither of them balk at the Wal-Mart bedding or the homemade pillows. They both just look like they want me. This is why I came out tonight, and the anticipation is killing me. I’m momentarily mortified by the wet pad between my legs and I think about excusing myself to the bathroom. That’s before Shyla barks orders.
“Emmett, sit on the edge of the bed. Sweet girl, come here.” I follow her direction with eagerness. She grabs me by the shoulders, turning me so I face Emmett. I can feel her breath on my neck. Her scent is thick as it surrounds me. My eyes connect with Emmett’s as he squeezes his cock through his pants. “Emmett, did I say you could touch?”
“No, Alpha.”
“Sweet girl, would you like Emmett naked?”
“Yes,” is my immediate reply.
“You may undress, but not touch,” Shyla tells him. Her tone is all Alpha, and I’m soaked. I rub my thighs together and Shyla cups my pussy through my dress. I’m mortified that she can feel my pad and I go to tug her hand away. But she doesn’t let me. “Don’t be embarrassed by all this slick that’s waiting for me. I’m going to take care of you, little Omega. Just let me. Watch Emmett like a good girl, and maybe I’ll give you a reward.”
I’m still uncomfortable, and it’s clear that Shyla notices. She tilts her head to whisper in my ear. “Do you want to take them off and throw them in the corner?” I nod my head and her hand is gone from my pussy and the other from my waist. I quickly hike up my dress and pull my panties down. The amount of slick is fucking obscene, but that’s exactly why I wore the pad tonight. It would have been worse leaving a trail of my slick everywhere I go.
I toss the underwear with the soaked pad across the room, my scent now wafting off me. Shyla’s hand wraps around my ponytail as she kisses my throat. We both watch as Emmett gets fully undressed. His body is unreal, cut lines. It’s clear he spends a lot of time in the sun with the tan on his skin. His cock is hard as it stands erect as he sits on the bed. He’s stunning and I want to touch, but I know that I need to wait for Shyla to tell me to. The thought of her commanding us together makes me wetter.
Shyla inhales deeply and moans as she grabs the hem of my dress. “I think it’s only fair if you’re naked too,” she says, not asking, telling as she rolls the garment up my body and over my head. My bare pussy is on display, but my bra is still covering my breasts. Shyla barely takes a second before she has the back unclasped and it falls to my front. I watch as Emmett fists the sheets, staring at me. Wanting to touch me—or himself—I’m not sure. I watch as a bead of pre-cum rolls down his perfectly hard cock, making me whimper.
“I can’t have my Omega needy, can I?” Shyla says behind me. Her hands trailing up my sides to cup my breasts as she squeezes them in both hands, making me moan. Her fingers tug lightly on my nipples and I get a look at her right hand, noting her pointer finger and middle finger nails are all shorter than the rest. Fuck, I’m in for it tonight.
“Emmett, baby, are you watching?”
“Fuck yes, I’m watching.” He shifts slightly, as if he was going to touch himself, and he stops himself before he could get in trouble.
Shyla keeps my right breast in her hand as she kisses my neck, her other hand sliding down my torso where she touches my dripping, needy pussy. She fucking purrs when her fingertips reach my wet cunt. The rumble has me releasing even more slick. Her breasts are small, but I can feel her hard nipples against my back. Her pelvis crushed against my ass.
“So fucking wet for me. That’s how I always want you.” My head lolls against her shoulder and she’s strong as she holds me steady. “After I make you come the first time, if our Beta can resist touching himself, I’ll let him clean you up.” I watch the glee in Emmett’s eyes as he fists the sheets harder as he watches in rapture.
Shyla’s fingers are skilled as she fucks me with two fingers and her thumb rolls around my clit. Her pace is steady as she fucks me fast, in and out, and curved toward my g-spot. The only noises in the room are the wet suction of Shyla’s fingers inside of me and our combined heavy breathing. Emmett’s gaze travels between my face and where Shyla is fingering me. His grip on the sheets gets harder and harder, his knuckles look white.
Shyla’s pace quickens, her lips are against my throat as her talented fingers play my body like she knows exactly what I want and how I need it. The slight nick of her teeth against my throat and her touching my g-spot in the right place makes me completely shatter. I can’t help it; it makes my spine tingle, and my orgasm hits me hard. I clench at Shyla’s fingers and come all over her hand. She moans in my ear the whole time I’m reaching my peak which just draws it out. I’m a shaking mess when she slides her fingers out of my pussy, which makes a sloshing sound with the amount of slick. “Good girl,” she says. “Emmett, come here.”
Emmett is quickly on his feet, standing in front of us. Clearly he wants to touch, but he waits for direction. Shyla holds out her fingers and I watch in awe as he opens his mouth. Shyla slides her fingers on the pad of his tongue and his lips closing around her digits, tasting me and cleaning his Alpha at the same time.
“Now, clean up our Omega’s mess,” she says, and damn, I like the sound of ‘our Omega’ more than I should. Emmett drops to his knees, his big blue eyes looking up at me as he kisses my thighs. I spread my legs to give him more room. His tongue swipes up each thigh, greedily licking up all my slick before he reaches my pussy. “Make our Omega come and I’ll let you fuck her while I ride this sweet little face,” she says as she touches my cheek.
“Yes, fuck yes, please,” I want it so badly. I want to please both of them. They’re making me feel so good. Emmett eagerly and obediently on his knees for me. Shyla behind me, conducting us, knowing everything we need. This is the kind of Alpha I’ve been wanting.
Shyla grips my throat, not tightly, but enough to show me who is in charge as her lips meet mine. They are fuller than my own, but soft as we kiss. Her tongue takes control as she kisses me. Emmett does the same to my pussy. His hands are now under my ass cheeks, helping me stand straight as I push my hips harder against his mouth. The stimulation is almost too much, with two sets of hands and two mouths on mine. It takes Emmett sucking earnestly on my clit as I meet my release again. My thighs tremble as they both hold me steady.
Shyla smiles at me as she continues kissing me, and I hear Emmett groan as he licks and sucks every last drop of slick.
“Fuck,” I whisper out. My legs feel like jelly and my pussy is clenching, wanting more.
Chapter 4
“Doyouthinkyoucan take more?” Shyla asks, her hands back on my breasts and Emmett’s hands on my hips.
One of his hands wraps around Shyla’s plait, and she leans over me to kiss Emmett. It’s so hot, and I can feel myself ready for more. Whatever they want to do to me, have me do, I’ll do it. I don’t want this to stop. I want Emmett’s kisses, too. It’s not lost on me that he basically worshiped my pussy and we haven’t even kissed. He must be on the same wavelength as me as he grips my ponytail, and he kisses me next. His kiss is less demanding than Shyla’s, but he doesn’t kiss with any less passion. I feel like I could get drunk off of Emmett’s attention and desire for me. He makes it clear with every swipe of his tongue and the press of his lips.
I’m breathless when we part. Emmett remembers Shyla’s instructions and so do I. “Do you have a condom, sugar?” he asks and I nod my head, wanting to tell him, fuck the condom, fuck me raw. But I think I’ve acted impulsively enough this evening. I separate from the couple and go to the nightstand, handing him a condom and going back to where I was originally standing.
“What I said earlier… is that something you would want?” Shyla asks. I like that she has continually asked for consent and has made me feel comfortable all night.