The Dressing Room #2
Excitement sparks across Dakota’s face, and he bites his bottom lip as he reaches forward. His knuckles brush against my swollen labia as he grips Tadeo’s cock. Then he taps the tip against my aching clit, making my head fall back onto Tadeo’s shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so hard.” Dakota moans, then I feel Tadeo’s cock poke against my entrance.
Tadeo lifts me by an inch, forcing my hips to angle just right. Then I’m lowered, Dakota’s hands helping to work the alpha deep inside me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch is everything I want, satisfying the howling need inside me.
Then my alpha thrusts.
Dakota watches with intense eyes as Tadeo uses my body, forcing me to bounce faster and harder with each thrust. I can feel the slick push up around his alpha cock, rolling down to the seam of my ass. My eyes flutter shut as tension builds between my legs.
“Come on, sweet boy,” Tadeo’s voice rumbles low against my ear.
Dakota’s head snaps up. His gaze cuts past me, locking on Tadeo—a burn flickering in his eyes, like a match struck in the dark.
“Really?” Dakota asks, and Tadeo quickly shushes him. Dakota grimaces as a few voices drift in and out of focus somewhere outside of the dressing room. “Are you sure?” Dakota asks again.
Whatever answer Tadeo gives, I don’t hear it—I only see Dakota move.
Quick, almost frantic. His hands grip the collar of his T-shirt, pulling it clear over his head in one rough motion, breath coming fast, hands trembling.
Then he shoves down his shorts. His cock springs free, jutting forward from a thick nest of dark curls.
I moan as Tadeo thrusts up again, too lost for words.
“Go slow,” the alpha instructs as Dakota settles himself between my splayed legs.
A slip of fear washes over me when the tip of Dakota’s cock rubs along my stuffed opening.
It’s been a while since I’ve had two cocks inside me.
Honestly, it never really felt good before.
My old pack was rough in ways that felt deliberate, almost like they wanted everything they did to me to hurt, but I’ve quickly learned in the short time I’ve been with Knox’s pack, that rutting isn’t supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to feel good.
And right now—with Tadeo and Dakota—it feels amazing.
Pressed between my tender alpha and my kind beta, I’m not scared. I trust them to go slow, to be careful with me. They always are.
“That’s it,” Tadeo hums as Dakota slips the head of his cock along my already stuffed hole.
The beta rubs himself along my slick opening and puffy lips, grazing my clit over and over again. Then, using Tadeo’s buried cock as a guide, he presses in.
The stretch is insane, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“Stay quiet,” Tadeo purrs but his voice is strained as Dakota inches in deeper and deeper, not stopping until he bottoms out.
I’m stuffed and stretched, feeling every vein, curve, and twitch of their cocks rubbing together.
“Fuck,” Dakota snarls softly, squeezing his eyes shut tight.
“That’s a good boy,” Tadeo’s voice is rough with lust. “You two are so good for me. My obedient beta and submissive omega.”
My chest blooms with pride at his compliment.
“Hold on to Dakota, sweet girl,” Tadeo instructs me, and my hands instantly move.
Dakota’s soft skin is warm under my palms. His shoulders are all solid muscle and strain, moving beneath my touch as he breathes. There’s a tremor running through him, pure energy coiling just under his skin.
Then Tadeo bends his knees, giving Dakota a bit more room to work, and they both begin to thrust.
I instantly gasp, then clamp my mouth shut, trying to contain the urge to moan.
I’m so slick and open, they both glide into me, moving easily against one another.
Panting breaths jerk from my throat as the two men find their rhythm. They alternate, fucking up into me. I squeeze my eyes shut, dragging my nails over Dakota’s shoulders. The beta hisses, then hums, snapping his hips even harder.
“Do you like that?” Tadeo growls in my ear. “Do you like being stuffed full of cock?”
My eyes flutter open, and I gasp when I catch Tadeo’s reflection in the mirror. His gaze is locked onto me. He looks so dark and intense, watching me with all that powerful alpha energy.
Dakota’s hips flex upward in the mirror, stealing my attention, and I stare at the reflection of his perfect ass, tensing and releasing with each thrust into me.
The sight sends a shiver through me, something raw and electric curling low in my stomach.
“Yes,” I moan, letting my eyes close once again.
Fingers dig into my ass as Dakota tilts my hips, letting both of them fuck me harder. Tadeo’s long cock hits something deep inside me, and the tension in my pelvis snaps. Pleasure instantly ripples through me, and my pussy clamps down on both cocks.
My entire body flushes hot as I come, my overstretched walls trying to milk both of them at the same time.
It feels like so much. So much pleasure, pressure, and release—like my whole body’s unraveling and coming back together all at once.
The flutter in my pussy slows and Dakota’s face scrunches up, gritting his teeth.
“I’m gonna come,” he rasps softly, then his mouth slowly falls open, his features going slack as his shaft pulses then twitches, heat fills me up.
Tadeo continues to thrust, fucking both of us, letting us ride the wave of our orgasms for as long as possible.
“Fuck,” Tadeo whispers harshly in my ear, then his cock bucks inside me. He’s close.
Tadeo lifts my knees higher, practically folding me completely in half. His breath comes out in harsh pants across my neck, then his pointed teeth graze the juncture of my neck. For half a second, all I want is for him to bite down hard.
Claim me. Mark me. Give me that precious mental bond that I’ve always craved.
…except it won’t work.
Even with a brand new pack, my body is still broken.
Tadeo keeps thrusting behind me, his rhythm distant and blurred as sadness settles over me. I lean forward, resting my head on Dakota’s shoulder. His skin radiates a pure warmth, grounding and human, the kind that seeps into me until I can almost forget how empty I feel…almost.
Tadeo’s hips falter, and he lets out a sharp grunt as he comes. A soft whimper pulls from my throat as his cock jerks, and Dakota hums.
I’m so full it’s leaking out all over the place, trickling in a steady stream down my ass. I’m sure it’s dripping onto the cheap carpet, but I don’t really care. All I can think about is how it’s only a matter of time before all of this comes crashing down.
In a month or two, they’ll realize my heat is late.
They’ll force a mating.
The bond won’t take.
And then they’ll reject me, just like everyone else.
How could I be so stupid to think that I could ignore this problem and it would go away?
My chest tightens. Once, then again.
My body suddenly feels very uncomfortable like my ribs aren’t sitting right inside me.
I inhale deeply, but my breath snags halfway up my throat.
It’s like there isn’t enough air in the room.
The walls feel too close, and the lights overhead are too bright.
My fingers twitch where they rest on Dakota’s shoulders as the pressure in my face climbs higher and higher, until it feels like I might be crushed to death.
“Sky?” Dakota whispers, his cool hand settling on my back. “Are you okay, omega?”
I can’t answer. I can’t even nod.
I press my face into his neck, breathing in that gentle beta scent, trying to find something solid in it.
Why can’t I breathe?
The edges of my vision blur. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears—too fast and loud. My thoughts stutter, collapsing in on themselves. I can’t stop them, can’t get control.
“Tadeo?” Dakota’s voice sharpens, clearly worried. “Something’s wrong. Skyla—”
“I’m sure she’s okay,” Tadeo says quietly, but I can tell from the edge in his voice that he doesn’t really believe it.
“It’s been a long day.” He gathers my hair up, pulling it off my sweaty neck.
“I’m sure she’s overwhelmed.” His deep voice shifts into a low purr that vibrates through all three of us.
The sound should help, but my lungs can’t find a rhythm. My skin prickles, and my vision tunnels.
Dakota whispers something in my ear, but it’s muffled under the rush in my head.
“I’ll get Knox,” Tadeo mutters, voice rough as he pulls his cock from my limp body.
The pressure between my legs vanishes, and I’m vaguely aware of a gush of warmth trickling down the back of my thighs.
Dakota’s arms tighten around me, keeping me upright as fabric rustles nearby. Then the door opens, and Tadeo is gone.
The sound of it—the hinge, the scrape of shoes, then the door shutting behind him—splinters something inside me. A fresh wave of sadness rolls through me, slow and suffocating, until I can’t tell if I’m breathing or just pretending to.
I’m vaguely aware of Dakota moving me, his touch gentle and careful as he lowers me onto the tiny bench. His voice is a murmur at the edge of my mind. I think he’s asking if I’m okay, but I can’t seem to find an answer.
I nod, but the movement feels wobbly, making my head spin.
Clothes shift. The light fabric of the tiny skirt and matching shirt slides away, cool air hitting my skin. My limbs feel distant, too heavy to move.
Soft cotton brushes over my head, and my arms are guided into the shirt. The second it’s draped over my body, I grip the familiar fabric—twisting it tight in my fists like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered. It smells like Dakota, and Knox, and Alex, and Tadeo.
Warm and safe.
I hold on to the comforting material harder, my knuckles turning white. Desperate to keep it.
Desperate to keep them.
Knox’s voice cuts through the haze—not loud, but sharp at the edges. “Are you kidding me?” he whispers harshly. “In the dressing room?”
He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t have to. The disappointment in it burns worse than shouting ever could.
The door creaks open as the pack alpha steps inside the dressing room. For a moment, I brace myself to be punished—will he finally hit me?—but instead, I hear the faint thud of his boots against the cheap carpet. Then Knox kneels right in front of me.
“Skyla?” His voice has changed. Quieter now, careful. “Hey, sweetheart, look at me.”
I blink, vision swimming, and meet his eyes. The anger’s gone, replaced by something raw. Worry? Guilt? Maybe both.
He reaches out, cupping my face in his big, warm hands. “Are you hurt?” he asks. “Did they—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head like the question itself is too much. “Breathe, okay? You’re safe.”
I open my mouth, trying to tell him I’m fine, but my throat won’t work. My chest still feels too tight. I just stare back, silent, trying to force any sound out of my stupid body. Frustrated, tears prick hot at the corners of my eyes, blurring his face until all I can see are shapes and light.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Knox’s thumbs trace slow circles along my jaw, grounding me. “Everything’s okay,” he murmurs, voice dropping low. “I’m here now.”
The words ripple through me, quiet and firm, until the noise in my head starts to dull.
The door opens again. Footsteps.
It’s Alex.
Knox glances over his shoulder at the alpha, but he doesn’t move. He nods once, silently telling Alex to wait. Then the pack alpha turns back to me, his hands still holding me like he’s afraid I’ll fall apart the second he lets go.
“Let’s get you home.” Knox’s thumbs linger along my jaw for a moment longer before he exhales, low and shaky. Then, without a word, he slips one arm behind my back and the other beneath my knees. The movement is smooth and strong, gathering me up like a precious rag doll.
The world tilts as he stands, and the air shifts with the faint scent of him—smoky cherries with something darker underneath. It’s definitely anger. The hallway beyond the dressing room swims in light and motion, too bright after the dim little space.
My head falls against Knox’s chest. I can feel the strong, steady rhythm of his heart against my cheek. It’s weirdly calming.
“I’ve got you,” Knox murmurs, voice rough but soft at the edges. “You’re okay, Sky.”
Alex trails close behind, silent and tense. His dark blue eyes never leave my face, his expression tight with worry. Every step Knox takes, Alex mirrors him, hovering so close I can feel the brush of his hand against my knee.
No one says a word as we move through the store. The chatter and hum of other shoppers fade into a low, distant buzz. All I can hear is the sound of Knox’s boots against the shiny tile and Alex’s uneven breathing right beside me.
Sunlight hits me like a slap when we step outside. Alex opens the car door, and I sink into the seat without protest. Through the windshield, I see Tadeo and Dakota at the registers inside, their heads bent close as they load our mountain of shopping onto the counter.
Knox doesn’t say anything when they return to the car. He just gives Tadeo a long, pointed glance before starting the engine. He doesn’t even look at Dakota.
The silence that follows is heavy. After loading the car, Tadeo settles on one side of me in the backseat, his knee brushing mine.
Dakota sits on my other side, shifting like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands—until finally, he reaches for mine.
Then Tadeo does the same. Their fingers lace through mine, tentative at first, as if they’re afraid I’ll pull away.
Neither of them says a word, but I can feel it—the guilt, the worry, and the fear.
The drive is painfully quiet. The kind of quiet that hums with things no one wants to say.
Am I already tearing them apart? Is this how it starts?
The mountains out the window pull my attention as they rise in the distance, their peaks sharp against the sky. My chest tightens as I realize that’s where Brayden took me when he rejected me—same ridgeline, same pale blue horizon.
I wonder if that’s where Knox will abandon me too.