My fingers trembled as I reached down, popping open the button of my pants. Working up every shred of my courage, I slid the fabric slowly down my legs, the motion hesitant at first.
Across the room, Silas leaned forward, forearms resting on his spread knees. His thumb dragged over his bottom lip, and his eyes tracked every movement I made.
Knox hadn’t moved.
Not even slightly.
But tension coiled through him like a drawn wire. One hand wrapped around the other, fingers tightening around his wrist as if anchoring himself in place. The muscles in his forearm flexed beneath his skin, his grip tightening, loosening, tightening again.
Like every instinct in him was fighting the urge to reach for me.
And losing.
I reached for my underwear, my hand stalling, uncomfortable being so exposed under their attention.
Knox sensed my hesitation, reassuring me, "It's okay. Go slow. You don't need to take your panties off yet. Just slide your hand inside them."
My fingers tucked under the elastic band of my cotton underwear, working lower towards my core, which needed attention desperately. Knox and Silas' eyes stayed glued to the movement, only a thin layer of fabric obstructing their view of my most sensitive place.
The thick scent of alpha arousal mingled with mine, assaulting my senses deliciously.
"Good, Lena. Tell your handlers, are you nice and wet for us?" Knox asked.
I nodded, sliding my fingers along my slit's entrance. My head tilted back, and a little whimper left my lips. My core was soaked, and I’m sure they both noticed the growing wet spot seeping through my underwear.
"Keep going. Put those fingers inside your pussy. A little deeper. Move them in and out."
I followed his instructions, testing and stretching my entrance with two fingers.
"Yes, runt. Just like that," Knox groaned. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Fuck. I need to see her fingers dip into that soaked cunt." Silas said, palming his hard cock through his pants.
"Did you hear my brother? He wants to see as your fingers split that tight, pink, pussy. So do I. Can you take your panties off for us like a good omega?"
I didn't move.
"Please, Lena?"
There was something devastatingly attractive about the way he asked it.
Not a demand. Not a command.
A choice.
Need roughened the edges of his voice, but he did his best to hold it back, despite the alpha instinct I knew lived in him, urging Knox to take control and dominate me entirely. Instead, he waited, patiently.
Giving the decision to me.
And somehow, his restraint made him infinitely more attractive.
Because it meant he could take me and simply chose not to.
Not until I told him he could.
My fingers left my core, hooking into the sides of my underwear as I eased them down.
"Much better." Silas murmured, eyes glued to my core with unwavering attention.
