“Andie and I signed up for the pickleball tournament. It’s in a couple of days. I expect you both to be there to cheer me on.”
“Wouldn’t think of missing it,” I say.
Claire doesn’t pull away from Forrest, and I swear her pupils are larger than usual.
“We should go take a shower,” Forrest suggests, and Claire looks over at me.
“Or we could get even dirtier first before taking a shower?”
“Your room or ours?” I ask quicker than Forrest can even respond.
Maybe I was feeling a certain type away about them sleeping together, Forrest knotting our Omega for the first time and I wasn’t there. I was also letting my fantasies get the best of me by picturing us all together and what exactly that would be like.
“Mine,” she says, wiggling against Forrest slightly.
Forrest puts a hand on her forehead and his brows furrow.
“I’ve been playing pickleball in the hot sun. I’m not in heat. I just need my pack,” she says, shimmying her way out of Forrest’s arms. “So…are you going to give me what I want?”
Like a siren, she walks away, looking over her shoulder.
She’s got these athletic shorts on that swish around her ass, and I want to peel them off. Forrest and I follow her like lostdogs, our Alpha crowding her as we walk so no one else can get a whiff of her scent with how strong it is.
We get in the elevator, Forrest and I on one side and Claire on the other. We stare at each other; her gaze looking at both of our bare chests and I just stare at how fucking perfect she is. I will not be a bad little Beta in the elevator again, but that’s only because I got a notice on our cabin door that sexual activity should be done in private. It was just a little making out and grinding.
Can they blame me? I’m pretty sure that whoever was watching the footage was just jealous and wanted to keep a Beta down.
When I glance down at her smooth, sun-kissed legs, I’m thinking another infraction and note from security is worth it.
Luckily, their jealous little eyes are saved as the elevator bell dings and we’re on Claire’s floor. We all check in with security and head toward her room.
When the door shuts, I expect the same frantic energy as the last time I was here, but Claire surprises me, going to her mini fridge and getting us all a bottle of water.
It looks comically small in Forrest’s hand as we all sip on our drinks.
“So…” Claire drifts off looking between the two of us. She clears her throat and puts the water down. “We should probably discuss what this looks like between the three of us. How things typically work with you two.”
I look over at Forrest and he looks back at me.
“We’re both vers,” I tell her.
She arches an eyebrow, but her scent thickens. “What exactly does that typically look like between the two of you?”
Forrest is just staring at her, his cock hard in his basketball shorts, leaving me to explain. Which is hard to do, knowing thatwe’re both hard and our Omega’s panties are probably drenched in slick.
I shake those thoughts from my head and give Claire a small smile.
“Usually Forrest is the one fucking me during penetrative sex. Sometimes he’s not. More often than not, we’re not having penetrative sex and it can change who might take control or be more submissive. I would likely be the same with you, happy to have you do whatever you want to me, but I’d also love to do whatever I want to you. I would imagine that between you and Forrest, things would be more standard Alpha/Omega dynamic.”
“I really liked how things went the other night. I like it when a man can take control, but I’m also not afraid to ask for what I want, either.”
“What do you want, little Omega?” Forrest asks.
She walks over to the other side of the wall and sits on the edge of the bed. When she leans back, her hands rest on the bed, arching her back and pushing out her breasts as she tilts her head.
“I haven’t seen the two of you kiss,” she says with a tilt of her head.
Forrest slightly hesitates, and I wonder if it’s because he’s worried about how our Omega will act with her two potential pack mates being with one another. Obviously, she knew before even getting involved with us that we were a package deal, but knowing and seeing are two different things.