Chapter 22
SKYLAR
Their voices are hushedas I pad down the hallway. When I see what they’re doing, my mouth falls open.
They both look so—relaxed.
Vincent is in the armchair while Landon sits on the couch. Instead of his usual button up, Landon is only in a white undershirt and jeans, and his usually perfect hair is a bit messy. Vincent wears a dark grey sweatshirt and black sweatpants that fit his muscled thighs perfectly.
I ogle them both greedily from the hallway, watching as they stare intently at the white tiles on the coffee table.
It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on.
They’ve found one of my words games and are in an intense match.
Vincent stares at the cream tiles, murmuring something with one hand under his chin while Landon rearranges them.
“Fifteen points,” Landon declares proudly while Vincent grumbles.
I didn’t expect this. Especially with what I know about their past, I couldn’t imagine this scenario would be playing out in front of me.
Their scents have swirled into something stronger and spicier than before. It’s what makes me take the few into the front room, making myself known.
Vincent notices me first, his icy eyes gazing at me with hunger. His nostrils flare, and I realize he’s sensing my arousal.
Landon turns from his place on the couch and gives me a shy grin, showing off his dimples. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says, his voice smooth and low. “Did you sleep well?”
But Vincent only stares at me, keeping silent.
It ignites the fire in my core.
No, I didn’t sleep well, I want to tell him. I’m a bundle of anxiety and nerves, and I need you to distract me from all the chaos in my head.
But I don’t need to say anything, because recognition falls over Landon’s face and he lets out a quiet curse.
Vincent doesn’t say a word, just gives me a slight nod of understanding.
It’s the confirmation I need, and then I’m standing in front of him, my breath shaky. He’s so tall that even when he’s sitting, we’re almost at eye level.
“I can’t fall back asleep,” I breathe, all my attention on Vincent. If I closed the distance between us, I could be straddling his lap and rubbing myself against the obvious outline of his cock through his sweatpants.
His icy gaze falls from my face to my chest. “I picked that one out for you, you know,” he murmurs knowingly. “I always hoped I’d get to see you wear it.”
My inner Omega screams in delight.
He chose this nightgown.
I huff out a breath, my body screaming for release.
“Tell me what you need,” Vincent says simply. “Tell me what you need, and I can give it to you.”
The easy answer is to come. But it’s more than that.
I need the storm in my mind to quiet.
I just need someone else to take control of all this for a minute.
Vincent tilts his head and his eyes smolder.
“Is that all?” he says darkly. “I can do that for you.”
I realize with horror that I spoke out loud.
Landon groans behind me. “I’d like to see that,” he murmurs, and my cunt flutters.
But still, I don’t take my eyes off Vincent and his knowing, icy gaze.
He sits up straighter, rests his hands on his thighs and quirks his lip. “It’s up to you, Skylar,” he says. “If you need someone else to take control…than I’d be more than happy to.”
Trust Alpha, my inner voice says.
“Tell me what to do,” I breathe. “I don’t want to think tonight. I just need to feel.”
My voice breaks on the last word.
Landon is silent behind me as Vincent holds my gaze.
Normally, I would be freaked out by how much Vincent just watches me. If it were any other man, I would wonder why he’s always so intently staring, but with Vincent, it’s as if we’re speaking without words.
He’s assessing me. Analyzing me at every moment, searching my eyes for whatever I can’t say.
He did it when we met at the café, and I remember being caught off guard by how easily he could read me.
But now, I welcome it.
And standing before him, I’m more than happy to relinquish control.
The slightest twitch of his hand is the only sign that he’s as affected by this as I am.
“Untie your robe,” he says, his voice low, the timbre sending a chill up my spine.
I just know that when he finally talks dirty to me, it will be exquisite.
I look down at the rope of fabric that keeps the robe wrapped around me. It only takes a second to unhook the knot and let the garment fall open, exposing even more of my body only covered by the sheer fabric of the nightgown.
My nipples are painful and straining for attention as I feel Vincent’s eyes on me.
But I can’t look back up at him. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle what I see there.
“Take it off,” he commands. “And show me how well you wear what I bought you.”
Oh, fuck.
I’m pretty sure I’m about to short circuit.
The robe falls to the floor, and I’m left only in the gown. It ends barely past the top of my thighs, and I’m exposed to the night air, the chill sending goosebumps across my body.
I finally chance a glance back up at Vincent.
Even though I’m the one standing, he still holds all the power.
He sits in my armchair as if it’s a throne, and I have the urge to drop to my knees in front of him.
The way his eyes rake across my body, focusing on my chest, I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“Perfect,” he says to himself. “You’re just fucking perfect.”
And I believe him.
I believe him.
“Isn’t she?” he asks, still staring at my chest.
“She is,” Landon agrees behind me. “Exquisite.”
I swallow a whimper.
“I can smell how wet you are,” Vincent murmurs. “I think I could live off the scent of your sweet cunt for the rest of my life.”
Oh. Oh.
I’m speechless at his words. I’m drunk on everything he says and I yearn for whatever comes out of his mouth next.
Even a day ago, I couldn’t imagine standing like this in front of him.
But it feels so right.
“Turn around,” he orders. “And show Landon how pretty you look.”
I bite back a moan and obey.
I face Landon and his mouth slightly parts.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes raking down my body. “You’re right, Vincent. She’s perfect.”
My cunt clenches on nothing. It almost hurts to stand still, the way Landon shamelessly looks at me, taking in every inch of my body.
I wonder if it’s possible to orgasm without being touched.
And I’m not even in Heat yet.
“Bend over, Omega,” Vincent orders. “Show me that beautiful ass.”
I never thought my backside was particularly pleasing. I assumed it was flat, and especially with how much weight I’ve lost…
But I listen to him, bending over to touch my toes as I arch my hips in a way I hope is attractive.
Judging by the growl Vincent lets out, I did it correctly.
“Fucking amazing,” he mutters. “Just fucking perfect.”
But he still doesn’t touch me. In fact, he hasn’t touched me once since I kissed him.
Trust Alpha, my inner Omega says. Just listen to him.
“We can stop anytime you want, Skylar,” his voice softly reassures me. “Do you understand? You tell me to stop, and this is done.”
“Yes,” I breathe, bending over slightly more.
“I could stare at you all night,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about your body.”
“Oh,” I choke out.
“Since that first day,” he continues.
My head spins. Since the first time we met? But he acted like he couldn’t stand me?—
“Now stop thinking and kneel in front of Landon.”
Oh. My. God.
It’s easier to go to my knees instead of standing back up. I crawl over to Landon, who is looking at me with a mix of lust and adoration, his lips slightly parted.
“Are you okay?” he asks me gently as he runs a hand through my hair.
“Yes,” I whisper, giving him a half smile.
I can’t explain how appreciated I feel at that moment. Both of them checking in on me, even as Vincent tells me what to do.
“Do you want to suck his cock?” Vincent asks.
Landon smirks at me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“How badly?” Their scents have intensified, and all I can smell is the potent aroma of their arousal.
I’m going to combust.
I run my hands over Landon’s strong thighs, breathing heavily. “So badly,” I answer shakily. “Please?—”
“Then show me,” Vincent snarls. “Show me how much cock you can take in your mouth. So I can know how well you’ll take mine.”
I reach for Landon’s leather belt, but my hands are so shaky that I can’t unbuckle it. He gives me the courtesy of undoing it, then letting his cock spring free from his boxers.
He’s huge, just as I remembered. His thick base is already starting to swell, and the tip glistens with precome.
“Show me, Omega,” Vincent’s demands. “Show me how much you appreciate his cock.”
It’s like I’m auditioning for him.
I want to impress him while also pleasing Landon.
Even though Vincent is the one in control, it feels like I’m drunk with power as I lean forward to lick Landon’s tip. He hisses when I suck the head of his cock, letting saliva drip down my lips and onto his length.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Skylar?—”
“You can take more,” Vincent orders. “Swallow all of him.”
I relax my jaw and tilt my head down, pushing more of Landon’s cock into my mouth. I moan around him, happy to oblige.
“How does she feel?” Vincent asks.
Well, he doesn’t ask, exactly. He more demands the answer from Landon.
“She feels…” Landon huffs out. “Like her mouth of is made of silk…it’s so…ungh?—”
He pushes my head down until my nose hits his neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“You better not gag on him,” Vincent warns.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I moan around Landon’s cock, keeping my head still as I do my best to take in air.
“Stay there, just like that. Let him fuck your throat.”
And Landon, my sweet, gentle Alpha, thrusts his hips, cramming his cock deeper down my throat.
He’s not as rough as he could be—he’s still gentle about it, murmuring praises as he fucks my mouth, his palm holding my head down while he uses me for his pleasure.
I love every second of it. My cunt throbs with need while the sounds of Landon’s cock hitting my throat fill the air.
I stay still, just letting him use my mouth anyway he wants.
“I knew you’d be a good fuck doll for us,” Vincent murmurs, pleased.
I moan around Landon’s cock, and he groans.
Normally, I would be blushing at Vincent’s words, but this is exactly what I need.
A way to stop thinking and just be lost in the pleasure of pleasing my Alphas.
My panties are soaked. The slick starts to drip down my thighs and onto the floor, a wet spot forming around my knees on the carpet.
Landon’s breathing hitches, and the base of his cock thickens.
“I’m going to knot if we don’t stop,” he chokes out. “Baby, sweetheart, oh?—”
I pull back a bit and use my hand to grip his length, squeezing at the base where his knot begins to form.
I want Vincent to watch me make Landon come.
“She’s dripping just from sucking you off,” Vincent says, his voice a bit strained. “There’s slick all over the floor.”
Landon groans. “That’s because she’s such a good girl,” he breathes.
“I think she needs to come.”
And for the first time, I lift my head to look at Vincent. I know how I must appear to him. My lips are almost numb with strings of saliva dripping from them and onto Landon’s cock. My face burns, and my eyes are blurry from trying not to gag.
I must look wrecked.
Yet he looks as calm as ever, as if the show I’m putting on for him hasn’t affected him at all.
Except that he’s gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles are white.
“Do you need to come, Skylar?” he asks smoothly. “Does taking his cock down your throat make you that desperate?”
I have no shame left.
I nod eagerly as a tear falls down my cheek.
Landon’s breathing is shaky, as if he’s struggling to keep control.
“I can smell how close you are,” Landon whispers. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
“I bet you could knot your throat while she’s coming,” Vincent says conversationally. “Her throat would relax all the way and she could take it.”
My mouth has never been knotted.
I’ve never let anyone do it.
But I would let Landon do practically anything to me.
Especially now, with Vincent telling me exactly what to do.
“Make yourself come,” Vincent orders. “As many times as you need.”
Yes.
I moan as my fingers find their way into my panties, rubbing at my engorged clit in hard, slow circles. Landon guides my mouth back onto his cock while I touch myself, chasing the delicious sensation.
I’m drenched.
The slick pours out of me as I moan around Landon’s delicious cock, sucking down as much of him as I can.
I need his knot.
I’m seconds away from my orgasm, my body desperate for release when Landon growls.
It’s a guttural, primal sound, and his grip on my hair turns painful as his cock swells.
It sends me over the edge.
“Fuck!” he shouts as his cock spurts cum down my throat.
My vision whites out and my eyes roll into the back of my head as my release hits me.
I scream around Landon’s cock as he inflates in my mouth, while Vincent lets out a pleased hum.
”Did she do it?” he asks Landon, who has a death grip on my hair.
“It’s all the way in,” he chokes out. “It’s in her throat.”
I can’t stop coming. There’s nothing but delicious pleasure as my cunt spasms.
“She’s a squirter, too,” Vincent says. “As if she couldn’t be more perfect.”
My vision starts to black out even as the pleasure keeps pulsing through me.
Landon gently cups my jaw and pulls himself out of my mouth. I swallow whatever is left of his cum, then remove my hand from my cunt to reach for his cock, but he stops me.
“You need to get knotted,” he half gasps, half moans. “That little orgasm won’t be enough for you.”
“It won’t be,” Vincent agrees. “She needs much more than that.”
Within seconds, Landon is reaching down to help me up, my nightgown lifting to expose my soaked panties.
“These need to come off,” Landon murmurs. “Stand still for a minute, sweetheart.”
I can barely stand at all. My legs are numb from kneeling, and I almost lose my balance as Landon yanks my underwear down, helping me step out of the ruined fabric.
“Hand them to Landon,” Vincent says.
I squat back down to grab the fabric, exposing my bare ass.
“What a perfect sight,” Vincent purrs as I manage to right myself and give Landon my ruined panties. He steadies me with a hand wrapped around my waist, then uses the other to toss the underwear to Vincent.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, my eyes wide.
Landon grins wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “We can’t let those go to waste,” he says, his tone feigning innocence. “Not when you smell that sweet. Not when you’re this wet.”
“Please,” I whisper, my eyes falling to his cock. He’s still inflated, his knot thick at the bottom, his length bobbing.
“You’re doing so well,” Vincent croons, and I glance back to see him rubbing his fingers on the crotch of the silk panties, gathering and playing with the wetness.
“Such a good Omega.”
The praise means everything to me.
I need to know I’m good. That I’m not some ruined, broken, horrible person?—
“So good for us,” Landon confirms, his hands roaming down my sides and stopping at the tops of my thighs. “I promise, sweetheart.”
I stifle a sob. I’m not sure how long I can keep standing.
“You need to come again already, don’t you?” Vincent says, his voice amused.
I whimper.
“Answer me, Omega.”
“Yes, yes,” I choke out. “Please, I can’t—I don’t?—”
“Then sit on Landon’s cock and make sure your pussy swallows that knot.”
Landon grins.