27. Elena

"What doyou think about this one?" I ask while staring at myself in the mirror.

The dress is a red cocktail dress. It's not as salacious as the ones I would wear at the High Roller, but it does cling to my body like a second skin.

"Yes," Declan replies with one glance.

He's said yes to every single article of clothing except the crop top and shorts I tried on. We compromised, saying that it was clothing for around the house.

They've both been such great sports about trailing along and going into every store that my heart desires. Declan is far more relaxed than Lorcán, who seems to be going back to his old ways of being my bodyguard.

Part of me wants to crack him like I'd always hoped he would back when he worked for my father. The other part appreciates how much he cares.

Lorcán is everything I wanted before I ran away, and he can be everything I want now. When he looks at me, and his soft blue eyes take in my body, I realize I've forgiven him, truly. I'm not mad anymore.

Lorcán looks at me the way I always wanted, like I'm precious and deserve to be treated like a princess. While he's always calm and sweet to me, he still has an air of danger around him. I've seen him in action. I know what he's capable of. He's a hard man who's only soft for me.

Choosing to forgive him and wanting something more with him is a choice. He licks his lips and all the resentment falls away.

It doesn't hurt that they are spending thousands of dollars on me to restock my entire wardrobe, either.

"Do they have it in other colors?" Lorcán asks.

The saleswoman, Claudia, beams and starts grabbing them in emerald green and black.

"Is there anything else you'd like to try on Mrs. O'Brien?" she asks.

I don't correct her as I look away from Lorcán to the saleswoman.

"What lingerie do you have?"

"I'll be right back."

"Feelin' like a menace, blondie?" Declan teases as Lorcán makes sure that no one else can see us in our private fitting area.

"I mean, we came all this way, private jet and all. It would be asinine not to get everything I need."

"Too true. Isn't that right, Lorc?" he asks.

Lorcán is on the phone. "If any one of you motherfuckers comes back here, I swear to god I'll gut you. Anything less of a complete emergency, do not fucking contact me," he grumbles into the phone before hanging up and taking the seat next to Declan.

"I brought you some of the collection that's not out yet. It's all in your size," Claudia informs.

"We'll let you know if we need any further assistance," Lorcán tells her.

I shouldn't be turned on that he doesn't even want the saleswoman to see me, but I am. The only time he's seen me naked was during my colossal breakdown at dinner, and while I might have gotten off grinding on Declan's body, we were both fully clothed.

I pull back the curtain and look at the selection Claudia chose. The woman is good at her job as I look at the different brands she brought me. La Perla, Simone Pérèle, and Versace are the ones that stick out first.

The material is soft and rich on my fingers as I remove the dress and put it back on the hanger. My own undergarments seem completely tame and boring compared to these.

If I don't get the reaction I want from the two men in the waiting area, I'm going to be supremely fucking pissed.

I decide to go with my favorite and the sexiest option; one I know I'm absolutely going to cover with my scent and purchase.

The bralette is black satin with thicker straps and floral lace on the back at the bottom of the bodice. There's a matching thong that hardly covers anything. I stare in the mirror, looking sexy and confident, something I haven't felt in the last few weeks. I fluff up my long blonde hair and take a deep breath before tugging back the curtain, hoping that Declan and Lorcán like what they see.

Declan grins and shifts in his seat. "Never in all my life have I seen such a pretty Omega," he compliments, making me smile.

Lorcán watches me with so much desire, I don't know how I never saw it before. How could I be so blind during all those years when he was stationed to protect me?

"Come here, princess," he commands.

I think about how confident I felt at the High Roller, how sexy I feel, and how he wants me. There's no time to get in my head or feel insecure as I walk off the small platform and stand a few feet in front of both of them.

I swallow thickly.

Despite my best efforts, some feelings of self-doubt creep in. There are two of them here, for Christ's sake. I'm not a blushing virgin, but I'm not used to the attention of two men at once. Obviously, I know this would happen when I go into heat and have a pack of my own someday, but the reality of it all sets in as they both look at me with unfiltered lust.

"Closer," Lorcán urges.

Declan is just grinning next to him like this is the most entertaining thing he's ever seen.

I take a few steps closer, and Lorcán presses his nose against my stomach, inhaling my scent. There's a moment of mortification, knowing I'm wet, knowing that my scent is thick, and that he's right above my barely covered pussy.

His large hands cup the back of my thighs as he inhales again, and I rest my hands on his shoulders before I fall over.

"I like it when she's sweet, don't you, Declan?" Lorcán questions, licking a trail from where the lace of the panties starts to my belly button.

My thighs clench, and his grip tightens on the back of my legs.

"I don't know. I like it when she gets feisty, too," Declan says in a low tone, his eyes eating my body up.

Lorcán's teeth lightly bite my stomach, making me whimper and perfume in the small space.

"Take the tag off, keep this on under your clothes," he orders, unpinning the safety pin and removing the paper.

"What?" I stutter.

"You didn't think I was going to fuck you in this place where anyone could walk in, did you? Go get dressed, princess."

My jaw might as well be on the ground. He smiles smugly at me, and I turn away from him.

"Fuck," Declan groans behind me. "We could have done a little something," he complains.

I may have swished my hips a little more than necessary on my way back to the changing room. Before closing the curtain, I look at their faces. There's not a single doubt in my mind that Declan and Lorcán want me, and there's also no denying that I want them.

I've been crushing down my needs. The reality that my heat is around the corner has taken a backseat to my emotional turmoil. Well, I'm changing that tonight. I need them both to take away this empty feeling.

I do as Lorcán requested, keeping the lingerie on and getting redressed.

When I come back out of the stall, Declan is the only one waiting for me. "He went to settle the bill and probably pray for his dick to go down," he jokes.

"Mmm, yours went down so fast?" I taunt.

"Come and find out, blondie."

I step between his legs and use the back of the sofa to hold my weight as I lean over and cup his crotch. Still absolutely hard. Declan groans as I squeeze his length from the outside of his pants.

"Evil Omega," he groans, making me throw my head back and laugh.

He takes this as an opportunity to grab me by the hips and place me on his lap. I grind my ass on his hard-on, and he grips my chin.

"I like seeing you happy," he says softly.

"Me too." I swallow and look at his crystalline eyes. "Are you happy, Dec?"

He smiles at the abbreviation of his name and crushes his lips to mine. I'm sure my scent is permeating throughout the room, but I don't care as he kisses me. Declan kisses like I'm the only thing in the world that exists.

I never thought a Beta could make me feel so cherished and protected.

He parts our mouths to whisper close to my face. "Aye, I'm happy. I'll be even happier when you finally touch my cock."

I laugh, shifting on his lap, and he grabs a fist full of my ass.

"How much longer are you going to torture us today?"

"Hmm." I tap my chin, really thinking about it. "You know what? I don't think I'll tell you."

He clutches his heart dramatically. "I thought we said no secrets."

"It's a surprise, not a secret."

"Fine, just let me suffer all day, walking around with an aching pecker and knowing what you're wearing under that dress."

I stroke his hair back, and he sighs at the touch. I lean over, and his grip on my butt tightens as I reach the shell of his ear.

"Be a good boy, and I won't make you wait."

Lorcán clears his throat behind us, but Declan doesn't lessen his grip, and I just look up at his dilated, interested eyes.

"Are you two done?"

"To be fair, you started it," I tell him.

"I think it was you who wanted to try on lingerie to get a reaction. Am I wrong?"

I roll my eyes at the man who knows me all too well, and Declan helps me stand on my feet.

"We have one more store and then our dinner reservation," Lorcán tells us like he can't wait to get me safely behind a closed door.

"And if I wanted to skip all that and go to the hotel now?" I ask.

Lorcán licks his lips, and I can tell he's trying to figure out if he wants to torture me by making me wait or if his need for me is going to win in the end. Lord, do I sincerely hope it's the latter.

The Alpha looks down at me and Declan, who is still casually sprawled out on the couch.

Lorcán grins. "Good things come to Omegas who wait."

My hands are on my hips, and I'm about to truly make a scene in this changing room. But then I realize two can play that game. We've waited years for this moment, what's a few more hours of torture?

I grin at the torturous Alpha and nod my agreement.

"So true, I think I'd like to stop by Luxe Nests while we're at it."

"Of course," Lorcán replies with a smile.

I don't know what game of cat and mouse we're playing, but I find myself desperately wanting to both win this battle of wills and also get what I want. Maybe the two are synonymous.