Chapter 7
A pparently being open to the idea of meeting someone tonight had prompted the universe to deliver in spades.
Every time Dylan’s eyes fell on me instead of the stage, it was like he’d reached out and touched me. He was probably too young for me, with that boyish face and happy-go-lucky demeanor. He had to be young enough that the world hadn’t beaten joy out of him yet.
I caught Eduardo looking at me too, both of their gazes appreciative, hungry. My breath caught each time, goosebumps rising on my skin. This was ridiculous. I was here for music, not men, but I couldn’t stop reacting to them. How much stronger would it be if they actually touched me?
My feet ached the longer the concert went on. Heels probably weren’t the best choice for tonight, but they looked so cute I couldn’t resist.
When Molly let us know it was the intermission, I sank gratefully into my chair and kicked off my shoes.
“Rough on the feet?” Dylan asked as he sat next to me.
“Beauty is pain, as my ex-mother-in-law used to say.”
“You must be in agony twenty-four seven, then.” Dylan grinned and Eduardo lightly whacked him on the back of the head.
“Do you think you could lay it on any thicker?” Eduardo asked.
“I absolutely could. This is like ten percent thickness.”
The two of them were far too adorable. They seemed kind of like a package deal, which meant if I gave in to my inclinations, I would probably be taking both of them to bed, not just one. My pussy clenched. Thank god I had taken a dose of my scent blockers or my body would give away my thoughts.
“I’m a little afraid to ask what a higher percentage would be,” I said with a laugh.
“I would probably offer to rub your feet since you’re clearly uncomfortable in those shoes and I want you to have the best possible concert experience.”
I stared at him for a few long seconds. I’d never had a partner offer to rub my feet, let alone a stranger. “Is that because you’re trying to be sweet or because you have a foot fetish?”
Dylan laughed loudly. “Would either answer sway you to let me do it?”
I shook my head.
“Just sweet. Beautiful omegas should always be as comfortable as possible.”
“He’s telling the truth,” added Eduardo. “I would know if he had a thing for feet.”
I couldn’t help laughing again. “That’s good to know, but I’m not in the habit of letting strangers touch my feet.”
Only everything else.
The thought came unbidden. I had let Francisco touch every inch of me, and I was seriously considering letting these two do the same. Two alphas at once was so far out of my comfort zone I was surprised I hadn’t broken out into a cold sweat at the idea of it.
Dylan was disarming, his exuberance dismantling my walls brick by brick, and Eduardo was an easy presence that complemented him, setting those bricks neatly aside so nothing was destroyed in the process. Whenever Dylan got close to overstepping, Eduardo smoothed it over. Curiosity prowled through me. I wanted to know what the two of them would be like, how that dynamic would play out with the three of us.
Heat glowed like magma in Dylan’s eyes as if he could read my thoughts.
The lights let us know intermission was coming to an end, and before I could slip my shoes back on, Dylan laid a palm on my knee.
“Wait.” He pulled off his flannel and folded it a few times, nudging my shoes away and laying it on the venue floor beneath my feet. “There. Now you can stand comfortably without your shoes.”
I stared between the makeshift pillow at my feet and his face. Was he literally giving me the shirt off his back so I would experience less discomfort?
“You didn’t have to do that,” I insisted.
“Were you dreading putting those shoes back on?”
My cheeks warmed. “A little.”
“Then I did have to. Like I said, beautiful omegas should always be as comfortable as possible. It wouldn’t mean anything if I said it and didn’t actually do something about it, right?”
“Um, no, I suppose that’s true.” I set my feet carefully on the plush flannel. “Thank you. This is really thoughtful.”
I thought of Dylan the entire rest of the concert, every time I shifted and my feet sank a little deeper into the soft fabric. The gesture was like something out of a movie, where the leading man would lay his suit jacket over a puddle so the leading lady could safely cross it. I couldn’t remember anything similar my ex-husband might’ve done for me.
The omega on my other side nudged me and crooked her finger to summon me close enough to whisper in my ear. “Are you going home with him or is he up for grabs? I’m swooning over here.” She laughed.
Jealousy lanced through me like ice. That reaction alone should have told me I needed to back up out of this situation immediately, but instead I whispered back, “Sorry, I’m going home with both.”
It was silly. I should’ve given her the chance. She looked young, and deserving of a lifelong partner who was that thoughtful, but I couldn’t form the words to give her the go-ahead. Neither Dylan nor Eduardo were mine, but damn if I didn’t want them to be, at least for a little while.
The omega pouted. “Have some extra fun on my behalf, then.”
As the last song of the encore wound to its close and the audience cheered, I turned toward the alphas. “Do you have to get home right away?”
Dylan’s smile lit up his whole face. “Not if it means getting to spend more time with you.”
Eduardo peered around him. “Hungry?”
I swallowed back my nervousness and pushed the words off my tongue. “Yeah, but not for food.”
Dylan looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “We’ll feed you after,” he promised. “Our place or yours? Or a hotel?”
Nerves jumped in my belly. A hotel was probably safest for this venture. As lovely as they appeared, I didn’t want them to know my address when I had young children at home, and a building full of other people felt like a smarter option than an isolated home wherever they lived. “I don’t have a hotel room, but we could get one.”
“I’ll see if this hotel has anything available tonight,” said Eduardo, already on his phone. “King bed all right for you? Or do you kick when you sleep? Should I get a pack-sized bed?”
“No kicking.” I pressed my lips together to hide my smile. “I might starfish, though.”
“We can manage with that.” Dylan beamed.
“Booked,” said Eduardo. “Anywhere you want to go or anything you want to do before we go upstairs?”
I shook my head. Anticipation swirled in my chest. Was I actually going to do this?
“Do you want me to carry you so you don’t have to put those hell shoes back on?” Dylan offered.
“I’m not opposed to being carried.”
I barely finished saying it before he scooped me up bridal style. “Eddie, grab her shoes and my shirt. Are we going to accidentally give anyone an eyeful in this dress?”
Eduardo peeked at my ass and my cheeks burst into flames. “A bit. One second.”
With a quick maneuver, he took off his own flannel and tied the sleeves around my waist, arranging the rest to completely cover me down to the back of my knees and tucking it over Dylan’s arm before he collected our things from the floor. I almost laughed out loud that they were trying to protect my modesty when it had to be obvious what we intended to do together.
“Lead the way,” said Dylan.
Everyone stared at us as they carried me out and I tried not to feel too embarrassed by the attention. Truthfully, I felt snug as a bug in his arms and kept having to fight off the urge to curl my fingers into his shirt and bury my face against him.
Eduardo checked us in and got the keys, and my heart did its best to beat right out of my chest the closer we got to the room. Before he opened the door, he turned to me. “Still want to go in?”
I nodded slowly.
“Querida, if you want to go to bed with us, you’re going to say it out loud so not a single one of us doubts what you’re asking for.”
I swallowed hard, staring into his eyes of liquid chocolate. “Take me inside, please.”
“That’s my good girl.” He swept me into a searing kiss. Eduardo’s mouth danced expertly with mine while I simply tried to keep up.
Dylan’s grip on me tightened. “Open the door, dude. You’re gonna give us both blue balls keeping us out in the hall.”
Eduardo pulled away slowly, reluctantly. “Always so impatient.” He tapped the card on the scanner, the light flicking to green to allow us entry. He went in first, holding open the door for Dylan and me to come through.
Electricity crackled between us. This had to be the most reckless thing I had done in decades and I was loving every second. A quick shift between them had me upright in Dylan’s arms and pressed back against the door, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“My turn to kiss that perfect mouth. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
I drank down the taste of him and basked in the pressure of his body against mine. His kiss wasn’t as smooth as Eduardo’s, but he made up for it with enthusiasm, his fingers kneading the underside of my thighs. I wasn’t going to have a single thought left in my head by the time these two were done with me. I was already struggling to string words together.
Dylan moaned against my lips and dipped down to nibble along the column of my throat. I clung tightly to him as he sent shivers skittering over my skin. I was so distracted by him I hadn’t even realized Eduardo had disappeared until he returned, sliding in to take Dylan’s place.
“You look so beautiful when you’re flushed and pink, querida.”
That only made me blush more.
Another shift, like they were communicating telepathically, and Dylan was prying off my panties and sinking to his knees, Eduardo rearranged me so my thighs were on Dylan’s shoulders.
“Have you played with more than one alpha before?” Eduardo asked.
I shook my head.
“Hit the brakes whenever you need,” Dylan said from between my thighs.
Eduardo nodded. “We’re eager to have you, but we’re not impatient. If it’s too fast, you tell us and we’ll slow down. Reply with words, not a gesture.”
“Okay,” I squeaked.
I nearly leapt out of my skin when Dylan got his mouth on my pussy, eagerly feasting while Eduardo returned to my mouth. Overwhelmed in the best way possible, I couldn’t do anything except shake in their grips, taking every ounce of pleasure they wanted to give me. My fingers locked in Dylan’s hair. Eduardo kissed me so thoroughly I didn’t even worry that my nails might’ve been hurting Dylan. He didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Dylan sucked hard on my clit and I thunked my head on the door with a groan. Eduardo chuckled and carefully cupped the back of my head. “Should we put you on the bed so you don’t hurt yourself?”
“Probably not the worst idea.”
Dylan nipped the inside of my thigh and stared up at me. “Ready to play, princess?”
I nearly laughed at his choice of nickname. Francisco had decided princess wasn’t regal enough, but apparently Dylan thought it suited me just fine. “I’m ready.”
Eduardo scooped me up and deposited me on the bed that had already been stripped of its cover. Dylan went right back to his knees, focusing on my clit until I was bowed up and panting. Eduardo took advantage of the position to carefully slide down the zipper on the back of my dress and tug the straps over my shoulders. His lips tended to every inch of skin he exposed, leaving me desperate and squirming, a hand locked in each of their hair.
Two alphas was a lot, but not too much. The way they worked together, the doubling of sensation that cascaded through me with every touch, was beyond anything I had ever experienced.
“Are you going to be ready for his cock after he makes you come?” Eduardo whispered in my ear.
“P-please.”
Eduardo glanced down at Dylan. “Hurry up so I can watch her fall apart for you.”
Dylan slipped his fingers into me, curling them exactly the way I needed for him to set off fireworks. I bucked helplessly against him, my hands trembling where they held them, my breathing reduced to panting.
“Fuck, Dylan, oh my go—” I broke off, my whole body tightening as he sent me over the edge. I shook like a leaf, trying desperately to catch my breath and failing.
“There’s my good girl.” Eduardo kissed my shoulder. “You let him give you everything you need.”
I whined, half-relieved and half-irritated when Dylan finally pulled away, letting me melt into the bed.
“Do you mind if we get you out of this dress?” Dylan rose up to look down at me like some Apollonian god.
I shook my head and helpfully lifted my hips for him to get the garment all the way off. He draped it over one of the chairs instead of tossing it to the ground like I’d expected and discarded his own clothing on his journey back.
“How do you want us, princess?” Dylan asked.
“I don’t know. How do you want me to want you? I’ve never had to contend with more than one alpha before.”
“How about you let Eduardo support you while I fuck this pretty pussy?”
I swallowed hard, the mental image instantly filling my head. “Um, s-sounds good.”
“I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can take turns.”
My tongue felt like it was tangled in my mouth as I formulated my next words. “What if I want to be overwhelmed?”
Dylan’s eyes gleamed. “Those are dangerous words, but also my favorite. Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“I won’t know until I try.” I couldn’t tell whether excitement or nerves were stronger at the moment.
“We’ll pay attention,” Eduardo assured me, “but make sure you communicate too.”
“I can do that.” I was pretty sure anyway. If I backed out now, I would always wonder, and my time with them was only for tonight. I might as well make the most of it, right?