“When was the last time you let yourself feel good?” I asked gently when she wouldn’t meet my eyes. "Do you ever touch yourself Lena? Do you ever slip your fingers into your pussy, exploring what feels good? Do you ever make yourself cum?"
A whimper left her throat. Not quite an admission and not quite a denial.
Silas stepped closer, voice lower now. Rougher.
“Your scent is growing stronger,” he said bluntly. “It’s bleeding into the hallway.”
Lena held her breath.
“If it spikes any harder,” he continued, eyes darkening, “half the block will know there’s an omega in here.”
“We need you grounded,” I added. “And your scent has to settle. My brother is right. It's making it very hard to do our jobs.”
Silas took a step closer to her.
“Right now, all I can think about are the soft moans you made in your sleep last night."
Another step.
"All I can think about is how good you smell. "
Another step.
"All I can think about is putting my mouth between your legs and tasting spiced peaches straight from the source.”
Her mouth fell open, stunned at his admission.
"I need to know what your pussy tastes like," Silas moaned, dragging a hand through his hair as he paced like a caged animal.
His approach was always unfiltered and blunt, raw enough to bulldoze straight through most people’s defenses. But I could see the conflict it caused in her by the way she tensed under the force of it, so I decided to try something softer.
“I’ll help you,” I breathed. “But only if you want it.”
Her pupils widened slightly.
“You can start by touching yourself on your own,” I continued, keeping my tone calm and steady. “Show me what feels good, Lena. Show me how your pussy likes to be handled. I won’t put my hands on you unless you ask for them, unless you decide you need more."
Her eyes darted to Silas questioningly, who stilled when he noticed her attention on him.
I chuckled lightly. “My brother and I don’t compete, We share. Always have.”
“Twins are a package deal,” he added witha dark smirk.
Her breathing had grown uneven now and her scent wasn’t spiking anymore. Just steady and thick with constant arousal.
She lingered on each of each as she weighed what to do. I caught her staring at my twin.
“If you want him,” I said plainly, “you can ask for him, too.”
Silas made a low, hungry sound in his throat, then steppedeven closer, not touching, just close enough that his presence wrapped around her.
“Or…” he corrected, voice edged with raw need. “If you want both your handlers to touch you, we can. All you have to do is ask. Do you want to know what it feels like to unravel for us?”
She debated nervously.
“Answer the question,” he said finally, impatient but controlled. “Yes or no, little mute?”
Her pupils blew wide.
