Page 25 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“What if he is?” I challenge. “What if he’s a voyeur and is lying right next to us, demanding that we put on a performance for him?”

“Then I’d call him an Alphahole.”

“Then he’d spank you.”

“I’d like to see him try.”

“We both would.”

Swan chuckles. “While we’re naked and covered in oil and glitter.”

Swan is always good at choosing the right costumes for a performance.

When I take a deep breath of the jersey, it’s truly like Ambrose is here with us.

He’s watching me with his dominant, amber eyes.

What would it be like to be fucked by two men at once?

My pussy becomes wet.

I feel fevered.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now.” I moan. “Amby is naked. His cock is—”

“Smaller than mine,” Swan growls.

I roll my eyes.Betas and their knot envy.

Some packs don’t allow Betas to be part of an Omega’s heat. Traditional attitudes, which have seeped like poison into books, movies, and TV shows, have given Betas a sense that their role is not much different to a servant’s.

A Beta definitely isn’t seen as important as an Alpha, when it comes to pleasuring an Omega.

Swan, on the other hand, will be all my firsts like I’ll be his.

Even in this fantasy with Ambrose, it’s the Alpha who is watching, and the Beta who is allowed to touch.

Swan is learning to pleasure me because he is fucking worthy of it.

“Smaller,” I agree.It isn’t.Football pants are worn tight enough for me to know that Ambrose has a giant cock. I’m definitely not saying that. “But Amby’s cock will be hard as steel at the sight of us together. Then he says in his rumbling voice:Kiss each other. Now, hold down our little Omega and make her fucking shake.”

Swan nibbles my lower lip, following Fantasy Ambrose’s direction. “Then we better put on a good performance for our Alpha.”

I moan at that thought:our Alpha.

Is it wrong to dream? This is only a fantasy.

It’ll hurt like a bitch, when we wake up in the morning to the cold, hard reality that we haven’t seen Ambrose in four years.

I don’t even know if he’s back in America.

Swan draws back, before whispering, “This doesn’t feel real. Whenever I’ve had a rare time alone in the showers to jerk off, I think of you.”

I flush because I touch myself to thoughts of Swan as well.

He makes a pleased sound, when he sees the truth in my eyes.

The feel of his warm breath, sends a tingle down my spine.

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