Page 111 of Choosing Their Omega

There’s a fantastic Mexican place just down the block. I’d eat there when I could afford it since it’s inexpensive. It’s past the lunchtime rush and so we’re able to snag a larger table toward the back without a problem.

“They make lots of good food here, especially the tacos.” I smile at the waitress as she hands us our menus. “Thank you.”

Everyone looks at their menus for a moment, then we order. I’m still getting used to this whole having money thing. I automatically start double-checking what food costs, how much, trying to calculate… and then I remember that I’m not paying for this. Cruz or one of the other Alphas is going to whip out his Black AmEx card and pay for everything, and they have more than enough money. I can eat whatever I want.

It makes me almost burst into tears with relief and joy all over again.

I compose myself, we order, and the waitress brings us drinks and takes our menus.

“Remember that Mexican place we went to in Colorado?” Cruz asks the others. His voice is casual, but as he speaks, his hand slides up my thigh. I jolt a little and bite my lip.

Miles nods. “Oh, yeah. That place was great. They had the best tacos.”

The men keep talking, the conversation shifting from the tacos to the margaritas as they joke about how Knox should never be allowed to drink tequila again. But as they speak, Cruz’s hand keeps straying higher up my thigh.

I jump again as Miles’s hand joins in, sliding up my other thigh, and a little moan escapes me. My heart flutters, my stomach clenching with nerves and arousal as I glance around surreptitiously. We’re in a booth toward the back, and the restaurant is pretty empty. Nobody is looking our way, so it’s unlikely anyone would notice what’s happening beneath the table, especially with the men still bantering and chatting as if nothing is going on.

But something is definitely going on, and Cruz makes eye contact with Miles over my head as they both chuckle.

Lawson, who’s sitting directly across from me, frowns in confusion as he notices their shared glance. “What?”

Miles smirks at him. “Well, since you got to fuck Lily at the bookstore, don’t you think maybe you should have to watch her come here, without being able to touch her? What do you think, red? Should we give him a little show? Let him look but not touch?”

Lawson’s jaw drops, heat and shock flashing in his eyes. He looks torn between being excited to watch his pack mates make me come and offended that he won’t be able to join, and I grin at him, holding his gaze.

“Yeah,” I breathe, spreading my legs a little wider under the table. “That sounds fair to me.”

“Such a good fucking girl.” Miles squeezes my thigh with his callused hand, smirking as Lawson groans.

“How many times did Lawson make you come in the bookstore?” Cruz asks, trailing his fingertips lightly up my inner thigh.

“Once.” I have to concentrate in order to answer. My brain is having a hard time holding on to intelligent thought right now. All of my focus is on the delightful things that Cruz’s and Miles’s hands are doing beneath the table. “But it was a good one.”

Cruz chuckles, brushing my clit through my panties. “I’m sure it was. But since there are three of us who weren’t there to help get you off, I think it’s only fair that we make you come three times while Lawson watches. Let him see how well your other Alphas can take care of you.”

“O—oohh—okay.”

My reply is mixed with a soft whimper as Miles slips a finger beneath my panties, sliding his fingertip through my folds. I curl my hands into fists on top of the table, keenly aware that there are a lot more people around than there were in the bookstore.

In the bookstore, we were basically alone, with only the possible danger of someone walking in on us. Here, there are people at other tables. No one is looking at us right now, but that will definitely change if I can’t keep my expression schooled and my noises under control. And if Cruz and the others follow through on his promise, I’ll have to do it three times.

Miles slips his finger inside me at the same moment Cruz pushes the crotch of my panties aside and starts to circle my clit.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Miles comments, his voice a whisper. “Did you clench around Lawson like this? I bet he didn’t last long with you gripping him this way. Did he bend you over the stacks and fuck you from behind?”

I nod, just a small jerk of my chin. My gaze is still locked on Lawson, and I can tell he’s having to work hard to keep his expression neutral too.

Miles adds a second finger, fucking me with them faster as Cruz matches the pace on my clit, and I shift my weight on the seat, my chest heaving as I try to keep my breathing somewhat even.

I don’t last long. I can’t.

When my orgasm hits, I hold my breath, determined not to make a single sound—but I can’t stop my body from trembling as pleasure wracks me. I hold as still as I can until it passes, then let out a long, quavering breath.

“Good girl,” Miles praises. “You did so well staying quiet. It’s only going to get harder from here on out though. I promise you.” He looks over my head, meeting Cruz’s gaze as he adds, “Switch.”

Seamlessly, as though they’ve done this a million times—even though I’m sure they haven’t—the two of them swap who’s doing what. Miles drags his fingers out, finding my clit immediately with his slick fingertips, while Cruz takes the opportunity to slide two thick digits into me. He curls them upward, finding my g-spot almost immediately and stroking it as Miles circles my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”

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