Chapter 12
Twelve
FRANCINE
The shower water beats down on me, hot and relentless, hoping it can wash away the memories of me being bent over for Elias.
God, it’s so embarrassing. I barely even know the alpha, and I was literally trembling under his fingers, desperate for him to shove the toy into me. I’m still red in the face thinking about it.
I press my forehead against the cool tile, trying to steady my breathing as water sluices down my back.
My pussy still throbs with unfulfilled need, an ache that started when Elias’s fingers brushed against my entrance and discovered that I’m a virgin.
God, the look on his face when he realized it. He was so shocked.
I close my eyes, letting the water mingle with the tears of frustration streaming down my cheeks.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whisper to the empty bathroom, my voice lost in the rush of water. I’ve never acted this recklessly before.
If Kieran found out what happened with Elias, he’d fire me immediately. No questions, no second chances. I’d be out on the street before I could even pack my bags. And I need this job. I need the money, the security, the fresh start away from Mother’s apartment and all its ghosts.
I turn the water to cold, gasping as it hits my overheated skin.
The shock helps clear my head, forces me to focus on something other than the lingering sensation of Elias’s hands on my ass.
By the time I step out of the shower, my teeth are chattering, but at least the desperate arousal has subsided to a dull throb.
I towel off vigorously, and I apply another thick layer of scent blocker, covering every inch of my skin where a gland might betray me. I put on a simple blue skirt and a flowing white blouse that feels cool against my skin.
There are still a couple of hours before Nora gets home from school. I really should do something productive, like prep dinner and organize her school things. Instead, I curl up in the window seat of my room with a romance book I brought from home.
The words swim before my eyes. I’ve read the same paragraph six times and still can’t process what it’s saying. All I can think about is Elias. The weight of his gaze on my body. The gentle way he touched me despite the obvious hunger in his eyes.
A virgin at twenty-six. How pathetic is that? Most omegas my age have long since been claimed by an alpha, or at least experimented enough to know what they want. But I’ve always been cautious, focused on work, and taking care of Mother. Romance was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
Until now. Until them.
My mind drifts into fantasy, unbidden. I imagine Elias behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
His hands would be gentle but firm, spreading my thighs, positioning me just so.
I’d feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my pussy, stretching me open for the first time.
The burn of that initial penetration, his growl of satisfaction as he claims what no other alpha has touched.
The way he’d start slow, mindful of my innocence, but gradually lose control as my virgin pussy grips him tight.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my hand drifting between my legs without conscious thought. I’m soaking through my panties already, just from thinking about it. I press the heel of my palm against my clit, seeking some relief from the building pressure.
A knock at the door startles me from my reverie. I yank my hand away from between my legs, straightening my blouse with trembling fingers.
“Come in,” I call, my voice squeaky.
The door swings open to reveal not one but two towering alphas.
Drake enters first, all easy confidence in his ripped jeans and tight black t-shirt that hugs his muscular torso.
Rowan follows, silent as a shadow in his dark clothing, his hair pulled back in that messy bun that somehow makes him look even more ruggedly handsome.
“Hey, princess,” Drake says with a wide grin. “Thought we’d check in, see how you’re settling in.”
“Oh, um, fine,” I stammer, my face heating under his playful gaze. “Just reading until Nora gets home.”
“Reading, huh?” Drake’s eyes flick to the book still open on my lap, then back to my face. “Must be a steamy one. Your cheeks are all flushed.”
Rowan’s eyebrows shoot up at Drake’s boldness, but I catch the slight curve of his lips. He’s amused by his brother’s flirtation with me.
“Just warm in here,” I lie, setting the book aside.
“You sure that’s all it is?” Drake perches on the arm of the window seat, close enough that his thigh brushes mine. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
“You’re in a good mood,” I observe, desperate to change the subject. “Any particular reason?”
His grin widens, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Seeing you puts me in a good mood, Red.”
My face burns hotter at the admission.
“We thought you might want company,” Rowan says, his deep voice like velvet in the quiet room. “House can get lonely when everyone’s out.”
“That’s... thoughtful of you,” I say, genuinely touched by their consideration.
“Come sit with us,” Drake suggests, gesturing toward the small sofa across the room. “We could watch a movie or something until the munchkin gets home.”
I hesitate for a moment, then nod. As I follow them to the couch, I realize that with both of them here, I’m not technically breaking Kieran’s rule about being alone with just one alpha.
“Sit here,” Drake pats the space between them, and I lower myself cautiously onto the cushion.
The couch isn’t very large, forcing us to sit close together.
Drake’s thigh presses against mine on one side, Rowan’s on the other.
I’m sandwiched between two massive alphas, their combined body heat and scent making my head spin.
“So how was your day?” Drake asks, draping his arm along the back of the couch, his fingertips just brushing my shoulder. “Besides getting Nora off to school.”
The image of Elias bending me over his dresser flashes through my mind, and I struggle to keep my expression neutral. “Fine. Good. She was easy to get ready, actually. No complaints about breakfast or brushing her teeth.”
“You have a natural way with her,” Rowan observes, his golden-brown eyes studying me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. “You’d make a good mother someday.”
The comment catches me off guard, sending a rush of heat from my face all the way down to my core. My omega instincts respond strongly to the approval in his voice, to the implication that I’d be a worthy mate.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I murmur, but inside I’m preening.
“You would,” Drake agrees, shifting closer. “Our pups would be gorgeous with your hair and eyes.”
Our pups. The casual possessiveness in his words makes my pussy clench with need.
I press my thighs together, trying to relieve the building pressure, but it only makes it worse.
I’m acutely aware of being trapped between them, of their muscular bodies hemming me in on both sides.
Of how easily they could overpower me if they wanted to.
But they don’t need to. My body is surrendering willingly.
Drake’s hand moves from the back of the couch to my shoulder, his touch feather-light through the thin fabric of my blouse. “You seem tense. Want a massage?”
“That would be nice,” I whisper as Rowan puts on a movie.
His fingers work the muscles of my upper back, finding knots I didn’t even know were there. A small moan escapes me as he hits a particularly tight spot, and I feel both alphas stiffen slightly at the sound.
“That feel good?” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave.
I nod, too caught up in sensation to speak. His hands are magic, and the more he massages me, the more tension accumulates in my pussy. When his thumbs brush the sides of my breasts, I know it’s no accident. And I don’t exactly stop him.
Rowan shifts beside me, turning to face me more directly. His large hand settles on my knee, warm and heavy through my skirt. “You seem tense, omega.”
Their touch is gentle but insistent, hands moving in tandem. Drake cups my breast through my blouse, his thumb grazing my nipple. Rowan’s hand slides higher on my thigh, stopping just short of where I’m aching for contact.
“We shouldn’t,” I protest weakly, even as I arch into their touch. “Kieran would…”
“Kieran isn’t here,” Drake whispers against my ear. “And we won’t tell if you don’t.”
My head falls back against the couch as Drake squeezes my breast more firmly. The thin fabric of my blouse does little to dull the sensation, and my nipple hardens. Rowan’s hand creeps higher on my thigh, his fingers tracing against my inner thigh.
Their touch is making me go crazy.
Without thinking, I press a hand between my legs, seeking relief from the throbbing ache. Rowan notices immediately, his golden eyes darkening as he watches me touch myself through my skirt.
“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” Drake whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “I can smell it. We both can.”
My scent blockers have clearly failed, allowing my arousal to perfume the air around us. Both alphas are breathing harder now, their pupils dilated with desire.
“Show us,” Drake commands, his voice rough. “Show us how wet you are. Touch that pretty pussy for us.”
I gasp, shock warring with arousal. “I can’t.”
“And you want to. Don’t you?” Rowan asks calmly.
He’s right. God help me, he’s right.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, let alone two gorgeous alphas, but my body is screaming for release, for their approval.
With trembling fingers, I start to pull my skirt and panties down. Both men watch intently, their breathing synchronized with mine.
“That’s it,” Drake encourages. “Show us that sweet omega cunt.”
A large dark spot marks where my slick has soaked through my underwear.
“Fuck, look at that,” Drake groans. “She’s dripping for us.”