Page 97 of Now Their Starlet

“My turn, Starlight,” Beck says before capturing my lips with his.

It’s harder to undo his suit jacket and dress shirt while the two of us are making out, but we manage.

And then the two of them are shirtless.

When Beck and I finally break apart from our passionate kiss, I can’t help but let out a soft huff of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Leo murmurs, tugging me further onto the bed and spreading me out across his lap.

“I just thought it’s funny how you guys are shirtless and I’m straight Winnie the Pooh-ing it.”

Beck throws his head back and laughs. “Winnie the Pooh-ing it! I haven’t heard that one before.”

“What! It’s true,” I giggle, pushing myself up so I’m sitting on my knees. I glance nervously between the two of them, wiping my clammy hands on the comforter beside me. “I was actually wondering whether it would be okay if I kept the shirt on? Just for tonight...”

I was glad that the mirrors in the bathroom fogged up from my bath a bit, preventing me from seeing myself too closely.

I know I don’t look like me. I’m sure the guys will reassure me that they don’t mind, but I can’t help but feel like my body doesn’t belong to me right now. It’s a product of Gina’s stupid diets, and a reminder of my captivity, and I don’t want a reminder of that in this room with us. Not when I feel like it’s so delicate.

Not when I feel so delicate.

“Of course,” Leo murmurs. “Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

“Thank you,” I say, my shoulders slumping forward with relief. “I’m not—I’m not wearing any underwear, if that’s helpful.”

The two of them go very still as they stare at me.

“Fuck, that’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever said to us,” Beck groans before leaning forward and capturing my lips with his again. They’re soft and insistent as they move against mine. We’ve made out enough that we quickly find a rhythm where his breaths are mine and mine are his.

But at the back of my head, I keep track of the way the bed dips from behind me as Leo moves.

Leo’s hands appear at my hips, his thumbs brushing back and forth before he teases the hem of my borrowed t-shirt up. I can’t suppress the shiver that runs down my spine as the cool air meets my bare pussy, wet with my slick.

Leo twists the hem of the loose t-shirt around his fist so it’s tight around my waist, leaving me bare.

“Look at how much he wants you,” Leo murmurs into my ear.

He’s right. Beck is practically vibrating with desire. I swear, there’s also a damp spot at the front of his slacks. That must be the male omega equivalent of the slick that’s between my thighs right now.

It’s a shocking sight. Does he really find me that desirable?

Beck catches my gaze and a scarlet blush crosses his pale features as he runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“What? Can you really blame me? You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” he chuckles.

His reverent words have a grin tugging at my lips.

“Am I?” I’m totally fishing for compliments. But who would really blame me for doing so?

“Oh, you definitely are, Starlight,” Beck purrs, his gaze darkening when Leo starts dragging a hand down my hips and between my thighs.

An embarrassing whimper-like moan leaves my lips when he slowly cups the front of my heated flesh. I’m so full of anticipation my entire body feels flushed. Not exactly like I’m in heat, but shockingly similar.

Is this the effect of having another omega here in front of me? Or is it just the two of them in general?

Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be.

Leo slowly drags two of his fingers between my slick-soaked folds, and I let out another embarrassing noise. As he moves his hands, my hips chase after the stimulation. He lets out a soft chuckle, his free hand banding around my stomach, keeping the shirt tucked up around my waist and me pinned against the front of his body. He raises his slick soaked fingers to his lips and pops them into his mouth, making an obscene sucking noise. .