Chapter 15 Lena
Maybe a spirit had possessed me, because when my head dipped in a silent, willing "yes"…
I wanted it.
I wanted them.
Then realization hit a second later, almost disorienting. Not doubt or fear, but shock.
For so long I had avoided touch, flinching from it. Pain trained my body to recoil before a hand ever reached me. Comfort and pleasure were distant dreams. Wanting had been unsafe and needing anything had been worse.
But today, something had shifted.
All day, I’d tracked Silas’s hands without meaning to. The way his fingers flexed around the camera, as veins rose along his forearms when he adjusted the lens, made me lick my lips. There was a quiet strength in every movement.
Then Knox had stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to expose the sharp cut of his stomach, hard muscle shifting beneath skin, and heat had rolled through me before I could stop it.
I hadn’t looked away fast enough.
I hadn’t wanted to.
Last night’s dream still clung to my memory, not as something scary, but as something that had cracked a door open. It sharpened everything between us into more. Every glance, every shift of their bodies, and every brush of air when they moved too close, left me panting.
The strangest part wasn’t the confusion.
It was the clarity.
I wanted their hands on me.
Even though a small voice, one that had grown quieter in their presence, still warned that they would hurt me or take more than I could handle, I reminded myself it was only habit whispering that desire was dangerous.
Beneath the fear was something undeniable and new.
Arousal I had chosen.
It wasn't instinct coercing my mind to believe I wanted something I didn't.
This was purely mine.
My decision cemented when Knox turned toward me. His hand lifted, hovering and giving me time to pull away, but I didn’t. His knuckles brushed along my jaw, tilting my face so he could search my eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, checking to be absolutely certain.
When I nodded again, there was no hesitation this time. Knox's tenderness had banished any flicker of doubt.
Yes.
"Okay then, runt. Lay down and show us how you touch yourself." He spoke the words like a gentle command, shifting back to give me space on the mattress.
Silas’s eyes were dark, heavy with an intensity that should have unsettled me. Instead, my pulse stumbled, lust threading deeper.
He set the camera's timer and leaned it against the window ledge, adjusting it with careful precision before leaving it.
Then he dragged his chair closer, the scrape of its legs across the floor sounding louder than they should have in the quiet room.
When he sat, his posture was loose, but the focus in his gaze was anything but.
Nerves crept in as the reality of what I had agreed to settled over me.
I chewed my lip, suddenly aware of every inch of my body under their attention.
My fingers trembled as I reached down, popping open the button of my pants. Working up every shred of my courage, I slid the fabric slowly down my legs, the motion hesitant at first.
Across the room, Silas leaned forward, forearms resting on his spread knees. His thumb dragged over his bottom lip, and his eyes tracked every movement I made.
Knox hadn’t moved.
Not even slightly.
But tension coiled through him like a drawn wire. One hand wrapped around the other, fingers tightening around his wrist as if anchoring himself in place. The muscles in his forearm flexed beneath his skin, his grip tightening, loosening, tightening again.
Like every instinct in him was fighting the urge to reach for me.
And losing.
I reached for my underwear, my hand stalling, uncomfortable being so exposed under their attention.
Knox sensed my hesitation, reassuring me, "It's okay. Go slow. You don't need to take your panties off yet. Just slide your hand inside them."
My fingers tucked under the elastic band of my cotton underwear, working lower towards my core, which needed attention desperately. Knox and Silas' eyes stayed glued to the movement, only a thin layer of fabric obstructing their view of my most sensitive place.
The thick scent of alpha arousal mingled with mine, assaulting my senses deliciously.
"Good, Lena. Tell your handlers, are you nice and wet for us?" Knox asked.
I nodded, sliding my fingers along my slit's entrance. My head tilted back, and a little whimper left my lips. My core was soaked, and I’m sure they both noticed the growing wet spot seeping through my underwear.
"Keep going. Put those fingers inside your pussy. A little deeper. Move them in and out."
I followed his instructions, testing and stretching my entrance with two fingers.
"Yes, runt. Just like that," Knox groaned. "Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Fuck. I need to see her fingers dip into that soaked cunt." Silas said, palming his hard cock through his pants.
"Did you hear my brother? He wants to see as your fingers split that tight, pink, pussy. So do I. Can you take your panties off for us like a good omega?"
I didn't move.
"Please, Lena?"
There was something devastatingly attractive about the way he asked it.
Not a demand. Not a command.
A choice.
Need roughened the edges of his voice, but he did his best to hold it back, despite the alpha instinct I knew lived in him, urging Knox to take control and dominate me entirely. Instead, he waited, patiently.
Giving the decision to me.
And somehow, his restraint made him infinitely more attractive.
Because it meant he could take me and simply chose not to.
Not until I told him he could.
My fingers left my core, hooking into the sides of my underwear as I eased them down.
"Much better." Silas murmured, eyes glued to my core with unwavering attention.
"Thank you for letting us see that perfect pussy. Can you put your fingers back in for us? Nice and deep, all the way past your knuckles." Knox asked, the tone of his voice uneven as his arousal climbed.
I did what he asked, sinking them both into me at once, and pushing them in as far as I could. Slick dripped from my core as I began moving them in and out, unable to stifle the little noise that gave away just how good it felt.
"Can you feel your slick gland? I promise you'll enjoy rubbing it. Try playing with it for me," Knox suggested.
I went deeper until my fingers brushed it. Focusing on that spot, I rubbed in small circles, unable to stop myself from moaning at the intense feeling. As I stimulated my slick gland, my core grew wetter and wetter, until the insides of my thighs glistened, coated thoroughly.
"You're so good at listening, Lena. Add one more finger, little mute." Silas ordered. "Stretch that tight hole for your handlers."
The third finger stung a bit as I pushed it in, trying to make room. I felt so full, but still so needy, my arousal barely dimming. My fingers alone weren't enough to satisfy me. My core was so hungry but my sensitive bundle of nerves demanded attention too, tingling with an urge for stimulation.
Almost as if he could read my mind, Knox asked, "Do you need more? We can help. All you need to do is ask. Your alphas will take care of you."
Your alphas Knox said.
As if these men were mine and not the other way around. They didn't want to own me; they wanted to be mine.
I removed my fingers from my core, pressing instead against my sensitive button, rubbing in circles. Another pleasure bloomed, new and more sensitive, but my core now felt painfully empty, needing to be filled. I became frustrated, whimpering and pleading without using words.
Please, please, please, I chanted in my mind.
Silas moved swiftly, stopping beside his brother, both kneeling at the edge of the mattress. They were so close now, so large and towering over my small body. Fear spiked briefly, until Knox lifted his hand, stopping just before it met my skin.
"I'm going to touch you now. Look at me and watch my hands. This will feel good. Your body needs to orgasm. Let me teach you how alphas are supposed to touch omegas. I promise I won't hurt you. "
I nodded. Please.
His fingers brushed my thigh, gently at first, then more surely as they traveled inside my leg, moving along my flesh sending goosebumps as they trailed. I fought the urge to snap my thighs together hard, trembling.
"So nice and responsive. Watch how I touch your needy pussy. Remember, eyes on my hands, Lena."
Then he dipped in my core, slow and taunting, filling me with torturous delight. His fingers, so much thicker than mine, stretched my walls in a way I couldn't. And just like he promised, it felt… so damn good.
"My turn." Silas said, leaning over me.
His hands caught the hem of my sweater and lifted it, careful not to brush my skin as the fabric slid up my torso. A moment later he pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. Then he turned his attention to my simple cotton bra, unclipping the front clasp and easing it away.
I had been so absorbed in the pleasure of Knox’s touch that I had nearly forgotten.
The scar.
Until now, Knox had only seen a glimpse of it.
Silas’s eyes shot to it the moment my sweater fell away.
A second earlier there had been heat in his gaze. Pure lust in every glance.
That vanished at the sight of my scar.
His shoulders went still. The hungry intensity drained from his expression, replaced by something colder. His jaw tightened hard enough that a muscle jumped beneath the skin, and his gaze traced the jagged path of my scar.
A low growl escaped him, rough and dangerous.
My heart lurched.
He was angry with me.
The thought struck hard and fast.
I reacted before I could think, flinching back and folding inward. My arms crossed tightly over my chest, palms pressing against my breasts as I tried to cover the scar again. My legs snapped shut.
A small whimper slipped out before I could stop it.
“Hey—shhh.” Knox’s voice softened instantly. “Look at me. Silas isn’t mad at you. I promise.”
I peeked up through damp lashes.