Page 58 of Desperate Omega

“No I am not! You have no clue about how to properly bathe Syra.”

“And you’re some great master at it? This is only your second time doing it.”

“That’s still twice as many times as you.”

“Oh please! I know far more about Syra than you do. I mated with her first.”

“Only by a few hours, and you were fucking asleep half the time!”

“Shut up!”

Markus reaches across my body and shoves Brik so hard the alpha stumbles backward a few steps, his muscular legs splashing in the water. A second later, Brik recovers and gives Markus a shove of his own, and before I know it, I’m trapped between two angry, thrashing alphas.

Great. Here we go again.

“Stop it!” I shout.

The water and the acoustics of the cave amplify my voice into a piercing shriek. Both alphas immediately stop fighting and they stare at me with eyes full of concern, checking to see if I am hurt.

I’m not. I’m just angry.

I’m angry at the alphas for their violent, jealous behavior, but I’m even angrier at myself for the way that jealousy is turning me on. I shouldn’t enjoy having two hard, dominant alphas fighting over me like a prize, but there is no denying my body’s response to their display of aggression. Source, there’s so much slick leaking out of me now, it is running down my legs.

I blame my heat.

“Stop fighting,” I say to the alphas. “You’re like a couple of boys fighting over the same toy.”

Brik frowns, Markus bashfully scratches his head, and for a moment they really do look like a pair of overgrown boys. Two brothers who have just been scolded by their mother for always being at one another’s throats.

But I know this little truce is temporary. It’s only a matter of time before they find some new reason to fight over me. It’s their nature as alphas to be competitive with one another, and my heat-scent is only exacerbating that tendency.

I guess it’s up to me to channel that jealousy and competitiveness into something more productive.

“You know,” I say, glancing back and forth between the two naked alphas, “if the two of you are going to insist on acting like a couple of boys, then maybe you’d better settle your differences the way boys do… with a game.”

I run my fingers down both of their hard, rippling stomachs, until my hands are just brushing against their erect shafts. It’s meant to get their attention. It works.

“A game?” Brik asks.

“That’s right,” I whisper as I wrap my fingers around both of them and start to stroke. “You know, a little friendly competition. The winner gets to bathe me however he sees fit.”

“What kind of competition did you have in mind?” asks Markus.

I bite my lip as I think about this question. A number of different ideas come to mind, and most of them involve the two long, hard things I’m currently holding in my hands, but I decide to start with something smaller and simpler instead.

“Kissing.”

“Kissing?” both alphas ask in unison.

I release my grip and let my hands glide back up to their chests. I can feel their strong hearts beating hard inside them, and it makes my own heart flutter with excitement.

“Yeah,” I say. “A kissing competition. I’ll let both of you kiss me, then I’ll decide who’s better at it. So, who wants to be first?”

Before Markus has a chance to answer, Brik drags my body against his own, and he claims my mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around him and clutch at the hard muscles of his back, moaning softly into his mouth while he kisses me. His lip piercing brushes my bottom lip, and I open for him, letting his tongue slide against my own. His hard cock presses against my belly, and I can feel it pulsing with desire, staining my skin with warm, sticky precum.

When he finally releases me, I am left gasping for air.

Wow. Okay, that’s going to be tough to beat.