Tadeo steps closer. Just one small shift, but it’s enough to erase the little space left between us. The air feels too thick, too warm. My breath catches as Tadeo’s chest brushes mine, solid and unyielding. He doesn’t say anything—just looks down at me like he’s daring me to move.
“I…um…thank, thank you,” I swallow hard, trying to ignore the deep pulse of my clit. “Thank you for saying such nice things.”
Dakota’s mouth curves, that slow, knowing smile thatmakes him look like he’s in on a secret. “Silly, omega,” he murmurs, not even pretending to hide his amusement.
But Tadeo doesn’t even glance at Dakota. His focus stays on me, his energy low and intense, like he’s a storm waiting for somewhere to break.
I try to step back, but Dakota’s hand is still firm at my hip, anchoring me in place. The two of them bracket me without meaning to—alpha and beta, scent and steadiness, warmth pressing in from both sides until I forget where I end.
My pulse triples. “Alpha, I?—”
Tadeo’s eyes flicker to my mouth, then back to my eyes, and for a heartbeat everything stills—my pulse, the lights, the sound of the rest of the shoppers beyond the door.
And then Tadeo moves.
It’s sudden and certain, like gravity making a choice. One hand slides up to the back of my neck, the other curling around my waist as he closes the last inch of space between us. His mouth crashes against mine.
He kisses me like he wants to pull my soul from my body. Nipping my lips, sucking my tongue, making me moan softly into the tiny dressing room.
I pray no one hears us.
“Fuck,” Dakota whispers, moving right behind me. His hands slip up the short skirt, squeezing my ass. The beta’s warm, wet mouth finds my neck, nibbling at the scent gland at the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
The cloying scent of my slick fills the air as Tadeo devours my mouth and Dakota sucks at my sensitive skin.
I grab the alpha’s pressed shirt, fingers curling in the fabric like I’m afraid I’ll fall if I let go. He tastes so good, bright and sweet, and intensely powerful.
Dakota lets out a breathy sigh against my wet skin as hetraces a single finger along the edge of my panties, lingering at the bottom curve of my ass.
I tremble at the simple touch, and Tadeo moans into my mouth.
It’s all so overwhelming. Tadeo’s tongue twisting with mine, Dakota nipping my shoulder, and their hands…they’re everywhere.
Tadeo slides one hand up my shirt, palming my breast while Dakota drags a finger under the fabric of my panties. He pushes his hand between my thighs, forcing my legs further apart as he caresses my slit.
The heat rushes up too fast, and my knees go loose as Dakota’s fingertips find my clit. My vision flickers at the edges, and I reach out on instinct, grabbing onto Tadeo’s shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” the alpha murmurs into my mouth, steadying me with one hand still under my shirt and the other reaching around to palm my ass.
Dakota pushes in closer, his devilish fingers tracing the seam of my sex. His fingers slip over the entrance to my wet opening, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“You have to stay quiet, Sky.” Tadeo ghosts his lips over mine, his fingers inching inside my panties, until he’s touching the mound of my pussy from behind. “Can you do that for us, omega?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip hard as two of Dakota’s fingers push into my pussy.
Tadeo plays in my slick, slipping over Dakota’s hand, before traveling back up. The alpha pokes gently at my asshole, while Dakota pumps in and out of me. Pleasure skates along my skin, and I let my hands fall down Tadeo’s firm chest.
Moving one hand behind me, I fumble, searching forboth Tadeo and Dakota’s cocks at the same time. I lazily brush my fingers over the front of their pants—Tadeo’s fitted jeans and Dakota’s slippery gym shorts—feeling their hard cocks through their clothes.
They feel so different.
Dakota’s cock is perfect. Not too big or small or thick. He fills me up just right. But Tadeo…His alpha cock is tapered at the top, but so thick at the base it almost hurts when he ruts me.
And I love it.
The sting, the stretch, the intense pressure that steals my breath.
And the thought of having both of them take me, with the whole world outside of this dressing room completely oblivious, has me spun.
