Having both of their attention on me had my cock hardening in my slacks.
“There’s no way we’re letting you spend this amount of money on us,” Rylan said carefully.
“Hell, there’s no way I’m spending this amount of money in general,” Roxie added on with a smile.
“There was a wager,” I reminded him.
“With Roxie,” he countered. “Not with me.”
Roxie let out a laugh. “But he’s awfully cute when he’s working this hard for us.”
“Exactly,” I said, gesturing toward Roxie. “Listen to your omega.”
He huffed out a sigh but didn’t argue further.
Victory.
The clothes were piled on the nearby counter. I separated out their clothes, handing them over before patiently waiting as they paraded in front of me.
It was exquisite torture.
My cock was hard, desperate for the omegas and the scents they kept showering me in. Each time they stepped out of the fitting room, I found myself more captivated than before.
Rylan pretended he hated every second of it, but I noticed how much longer he lingered in front of the mirrors now that he had clothes picked for him. He smoothed down shirts and checked the fit.
Now he looked at himself instead of immediately dismissing whatever he wore.
Roxie was even easier to read.
Every time she stepped out in something she genuinely liked, her entire face lit up. She’d turn and smile, body relaxed, and genuinely happy.
I felt absurdly proud. Not because I’d picked the clothes, but because I got to be the reason she smiled.
It was ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care. The more time I spent with them, the deeper I fell.
Every laugh, each sarcastic comment, even the eye rolls, had me craving more.
I wanted to belong to them and them to belong to me. Not in the possessive way some people talked about pack dynamics. This wasn’t about ownership, it was about acceptance.
In time, I’d earn my place beside them.
When Roxie stepped out in a black one-piece with cutouts along the sides, I forgot how to breathe.
“You’ve lost your mind,” she said, blushing furiously. It showed more than the others but in a way that was still classy.
“No. It’s perfect.”
“Kota.”
“Absolutely a yes,” I said again, ignoring her protests.
Rylan looked her up and down, his expression pained. “Unfortunately, he’s right.”
She groaned dramatically. “I hate both of you.”
“You love us.”
“I barely tolerate you.”
