Page 17 of Knight Life In Vegas

The two of them were far too adorable. They seemed kind of like a package deal, which meant if I gave in to my inclinations, I would probably be takingbothof them to bed, not just one. My pussy clenched. Thank god I had taken a dose of my scent blockers or my body would give away my thoughts.

“I’m a little afraid to ask what a higher percentage would be,” I said with a laugh.

“I would probably offer to rub your feet since you’re clearly uncomfortable in those shoes and I want you to have the best possible concert experience.”

I stared at him for a few long seconds. I’d never had a partner offer to rub my feet, let alone a stranger. “Is that because you’re trying to be sweet or because you have a foot fetish?”

Dylan laughed loudly. “Would either answer sway you to let me do it?”

I shook my head.

“Just sweet. Beautiful omegas should always be as comfortable as possible.”

“He’s telling the truth,” added Eduardo. “I would know if he had a thing for feet.”

I couldn’t help laughing again. “That’s good to know, but I’m not in the habit of letting strangers touch my feet.”

Only everything else.

The thought came unbidden. I had let Francisco touch every inch of me, and I was seriously considering letting these two do the same. Two alphas at once was so far out of my comfort zone I was surprised I hadn’t broken out into a cold sweat at the idea of it.

Dylan was disarming, his exuberance dismantling my walls brick by brick, and Eduardo was an easy presence that complemented him, setting those bricks neatly aside so nothing was destroyed in the process. Whenever Dylan got close to overstepping, Eduardo smoothed it over. Curiosity prowled through me. I wanted to know what the two of them would be like, how that dynamic would play out with the three of us.

Heat glowed like magma in Dylan’s eyes as if he could read my thoughts.

The lights let us know intermission was coming to an end, and before I could slip my shoes back on, Dylan laid a palm on my knee.

“Wait.” He pulled off his flannel and folded it a few times, nudging my shoes away and laying it on the venue floor beneath my feet. “There. Now you can stand comfortably without your shoes.”

I stared between the makeshift pillow at my feet and his face. Was he literally giving me the shirt off his back so I would experience less discomfort?

“You didn’t have to do that,” I insisted.

“Were you dreading putting those shoes back on?”

My cheeks warmed. “A little.”

“Then Ididhave to. Like I said, beautiful omegas should always be as comfortable as possible. It wouldn’t mean anything if I said it and didn’t actuallydosomething about it, right?”

“Um, no, I suppose that’s true.” I set my feet carefully on the plush flannel. “Thank you. This is really thoughtful.”

I thought of Dylan the entire rest of the concert, every time I shifted and my feet sank a little deeper into the soft fabric. The gesture was like something out of a movie, where the leading man would lay his suit jacket over a puddle so the leading lady could safely cross it. I couldn’t remember anything similar my ex-husband might’ve done for me.

The omega on my other side nudged me and crooked her finger to summon me close enough to whisper in my ear. “Are you going home with him or is he up for grabs? I’m swooning over here.” She laughed.

Jealousy lanced through me like ice. That reaction alone should have told me I needed to back up out of this situation immediately, but instead I whispered back, “Sorry, I’m going home with both.”

It was silly. I should’ve given her the chance. She looked young, and deserving of a lifelong partner who was that thoughtful, but I couldn’t form the words to give her the go-ahead. Neither Dylan nor Eduardo were mine, but damn if I didn’t want them to be, at least for a little while.

The omega pouted. “Have some extra fun on my behalf, then.”

As the last song of the encore wound to its close and the audience cheered, I turned toward the alphas. “Do you have to get home right away?”

Dylan’s smile lit up his whole face. “Not if it means getting to spend more time with you.”

Eduardo peered around him. “Hungry?”

I swallowed back my nervousness and pushed the words off my tongue. “Yeah, but not for food.”

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