Page 52 of Heat Hesitation

"Well, you're tiny. My little peanut."

I guess I'm slowly forgiving him because I don't give him shit for it. He's smiling too much.

So, instead of complaining, I take his hand, drag him over to the red leather couch, and push him to a seat. He complies, and I take Enzo's hand and bring him to the other side of me while the three of us sit and watch Roxy begin her dance.

Both men look from me, to Roxy, then back to me; even Enzo. He’s likely never seen anything like this. I don’t think he even watches porn. He’s turned on, though, they both are. Aside from a hand on each of my knees, they watch the show, but the tension in the room is thick. Roxy, a master at her craft, lifts herself effortlessly up the pole, extending her legs and swinging around. It’s really beautiful.

Only when one of her alphas enters the spotlight do the men beside me stiffen.

I explain, "You can request whatever you'd like. It's up to them if they do it. I asked her and her alpha to dance for us."

Theo's hand grips my thigh more tightly, but I try to ignore it. Not because it's unwanted—it is, desperately so—but because I'm enjoying the anticipation; that they get to watch this with me, that I get to experience it, and they aren't judging or being crass. That they look at me just as much, if not more, than they look at the naked woman behind the glass.

Roxy's hips sway before pulling her alpha, Jess, into view, shoving him into the chair. She gives him a lapdance, her body never quite touching his, teasing him in relentless passion, her ass bouncing while his fingers grip the chair. He's hard, so very hard, and I think about Theo and Enzo beside me. Their scents are changing, a warming sweetness from Theo and enticing brightness from Enzo, swirling around me, teasing my senses.

"Will they fuck?" Theo asks bluntly.

"If you ask, and if they feel like performing for you."

He swears under his breath.

Enzo surprises me, "Can you make a more specific request?"

I turn toward him, seeing the reflection of the spotlight in front of us in his glasses. He asks so casually, one might think he wasn’t even interested in the answer, but his grip on my thigh is bruising. "Yes, over there," I point to the small computer screen by the door.

Enzo nods, getting up. I cannot imagine what he’s requesting, but I don’t ask.

We watch as Roxy loses tiny scraps of clothing, piece by piece, the slow dance lasting nearly ten minutes. Since she knows it's us back here, I have a feeling she'll take all the time in the world, though she's under no obligation to go past one or two songs.

I'm proven right when one song bleeds into the next, then another, before she's fully naked, her alpha having artfully undressed her as she danced around him.

After a few minutes, Roxy peeks at the screen on her side of the glass, reading Enzo's request. Her eyes flash toward us, and she gives us a crooked smile. She turns to Jess and whispers in his ear.

"What the hell did you request, Enzo?" I ask, half-laughing, half-nervous. This whole thing was my idea, but now I'm dripping wet and turned on and not sure how to get my one awkward alpha and my other alpha, who I've been mad at for weeks, to touch me.

They’ve done nothing more than grip my thighs. I know I have their attention, but it’s like they’re punishing me for bringing them in here, for dragging out this sexual tension. My hips start shifting and wiggling in discomfort, and I’m desperate for relief.

Apparently they were waiting for me to be the one to break. Theo's hand, achingly slow, drags up my thigh. I yelp in surprise when he abruptly pulls me onto his lap but slows his pace again, methodically unbuttoning my pants. I expect him—or maybe I just really want him—to slip his fingers inside me, but instead, he leisurely opens and tugs them down my hips.

Enzo, suddenly kneeling before me, lifts my ass while they pull my pants off, then continue undressing me, together. Both hands on me, touching me, feels incredible and they’re not even doing anything yet.

"Is the door locked?" Theo growls in my ear.

"Yeah. Yes. You essentially rented the room for the night. Or til closing," I correct.

"I did, did I?"

I'm left in nothing but slick-wicks, but they're doing absolutely nothing to hide my perfume which is flooding the room. I'm so turned it's painful. The music changes, reminding me where we are, so I look up. And I'm shocked.

"Enzo?" I hedge. He's kneeling between my legs, kissing my thighs.

On the platform, Roxy moves silkily around her mate beneath the spotlight. Jess is naked, on his knees, forehead down, resting on the seat of the chair. His hard cock bobs between his thick thighs but he doesn’t touch himself, his hands gripping the legs of the chair. Roxy stands behind him, dragging her hands over his ass cheeks, squeezing. I can’t believe how much of their performance I missed, either that or things are progressing quickly.

She slips her fingers inside herself, shining with slick when she pulls them out, then dances her fingertips between his ass cheeks.

I look down at Enzo, who doesn't seem embarrassed.

"I was curious," he says.

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