"Thank you for letting us see that perfect pussy. Can you put your fingers back in for us? Nice and deep, all the way past your knuckles." Knox asked, the tone of his voice uneven as his arousal climbed.
I did what he asked, sinking them both into me at once, and pushing them in as far as I could. Slick dripped from my core as I began moving them in and out, unable to stifle the little noisethat gave away just how good it felt.
"Can you feel your slick gland? I promise you'll enjoy rubbing it. Try playing with it for me," Knox suggested.
I went deeper until my fingers brushed it. Focusing on that spot, I rubbed in small circles, unable to stop myself from moaning at the intense feeling. As I stimulated my slick gland, my core grew wetter and wetter, until the insides of my thighs glistened, coated thoroughly.
"You're so good at listening, Lena. Add one more finger, little mute." Silas ordered. "Stretch that tight hole for your handlers."
The third finger stung a bit as I pushed it in, trying to make room. I felt so full, but still so needy, my arousal barely dimming. My fingers alone weren't enough to satisfy me.My core was so hungry but my sensitive bundle of nerves demanded attention too, tingling with an urge for stimulation.
Almost as if he could read my mind, Knox asked, "Do you need more? We can help. All you need to do is ask. Your alphas will take care of you."
Your alphasKnox said.
As if these men weremineand not the other way around. They didn't want to own me; they wanted to be mine.
I removed my fingers from my core, pressing instead against my sensitive button, rubbing in circles. Another pleasure bloomed, new and more sensitive, but my core now felt painfully empty, needing to be filled. I became frustrated, whimpering and pleading without using words.
Please, please, please,I chanted in my mind.
Silas moved swiftly, stopping beside his brother, both kneeling at the edge of the mattress. They were so close now, so large and towering over my small body. Fear spiked briefly,until Knox lifted his hand, stopping just before it met my skin.
"I'm going to touch you now. Look at me and watch my hands. This will feel good. Your body needs to orgasm. Let me teach you how alphas are supposed to touch omegas. I promise I won't hurt you. "
I nodded.Please.
His fingers brushed my thigh, gently at first, then more surely as they traveled inside my leg, moving along my flesh sending goosebumps as they trailed. I fought the urge to snap my thighs together hard, trembling.
"So nice and responsive. Watch how I touch your needy pussy. Remember, eyes on my hands, Lena."
Then he dipped in my core, slow and taunting, filling me with torturous delight. His fingers, so much thicker than mine, stretched my walls in a way I couldn't. And just like he promised, it felt…so damn good.
"My turn." Silas said, leaning over me.
His hands caught the hem of my sweater and lifted it, careful not to brush my skin as the fabric slid up my torso. A moment later he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. Then he turned his attention to my simple cotton bra, unclipping the front clasp and easing it away.
I had been so absorbed in the pleasure of Knox’s touch that I had nearly forgotten.
The scar.
Until now, Knox had only seen a glimpse of it.
Silas’s eyes shot to it the moment my sweater fell away.
A second earlier there had been heat in his gaze. Pure lust in every glance.
That vanished at the sight of my scar.
His shoulders went still. The hungry intensity drained from his expression, replaced by something colder. His jaw tightened hard enough that a muscle jumped beneath the skin, and his gaze traced the jagged path of my scar.
A low growl escaped him, rough and dangerous.
My heart lurched.
He was angry with me.
The thought struck hard and fast.
