I was trying to ignore how fucking sexy my men looked in battle gear.
Gods, it was hard though.
Despite being on the job, Shan, Caspian, and Emmett had always worn casual wear to the club. Their purpose was to fit in, so they had. I’d never seen Nolan in anything but those dumb shorts, and Oswald’s human body was so new to me I liked to keep him naked as often as possible.
After raiding Nolan’s stores of magically-enhanced armour and clothing, all of us were dressed like a cross between a Zemterran bandit and a Null special forces operative.
Shan was in all black, his sword slung across his back over a tight vest to protect his torso from injury. His pants had a thousand pockets, probably filled with a thousand weapons.
Caspian had gods damned grey leggings on, giving me a far too detailed view of his cock. He said they let him move more easily and helped his compulsion work. I could imagine they did, because his ass was equally as phenomenal. It was taking a concentrated effort not to stink up the place with my arousal.
Emmett was simple and practical in black pants and a t-shirt, barely a weapon on him. He was the weapon, ultimately, and any clothes he wore would end up stripped or torn to shreds if we ended up in a fight scenario.
Oswald had been dressed by Nolan. It was obvious because he was covered in protections, both of the magical and physical variety. His pants were thick leather and he had on a long-sleeved shirt with a thick vest on top, protecting his heart from punctures. There was a choker necklace with a charm on it fastened around his neck and I’d overheard Nolan explaining it would deflect a couple of attacks to his head and neck before the magic ran out of juice.
It was probably best we kept the weakest of us overly protected, especially because we hadn’t had a chance to test out his familiar magic since we’d been bonded.
Nolan was the most jarring of all to look at. Instead of his typical bright colours, he was wrapped in grey. Grey pants with a bunch of pockets like Shan’s. Grey t-shirt and a vest. There was even a grey beany covering his gorgeous, fluffy hair. I wanted to rip everything off him so I could have my dorky, freckled, blushing mate back.
Maybe when we got back.
As if he would fucking let me.
They were staring at me as intently as I was staring at them, because my outfit was sexy too. I wasn’t going to be modest about it. My clothes since we’d gotten here had been exclusively men’s t-shirts and leggings, but this was more similar to my old wardrobe choices. I wore a pair of black pants, shiny fake leather because why not? The belt around my waist held an assortment of weapons, plus my wand which had been recovered from where Nolan stored it. They’d given me back the pre-made potions I’d had on me when I’d been captured, too. It wasn’t much, but it was helpful.
What was probably drawing the most attention, though, was my shirt. Tight, dark purple, and revealing, showing a sliver of my torso and gently cupping my tits. I’d been thrilled to find it in the depths of the closet.
“You should put on a vest,” Shan said, trying to shove one at me.
I shook my head, pushing it right back. “No. It limits my movement.”
He looked incredulously down at my tight pants. “Have you seen the pants you’re wearing? If a vest limits movement, you should take those damn things off.”
Doing a few squats, I ignored the arousal perfuming the air. I wasn’t sure who it was coming from. All of them? Altair and Sky were in here too, but were facing away from me and sorting through what they wanted to bring. “I have great range of movement. They’re stretchy.”
“You’re going to get all of us killed,” Shan muttered.
“Because you can’t stop looking at my ass for a couple of hours? That sounds like a you problem.”
I smirked, turning away from Shan. Stepping up to Caspian, I ran my hands across his chest. The fucking leggings didn’t hide his erection at all. I might have been able to see the veins on his length, even. “Put something on over those,” I murmured. “And put on a vest.”
“My fighting style isn’t conducive to wearing a vest, and the, uh, view adds strength to my compulsion,” he protested, stuttering through it.
“If I have anything to say about it, you won’t be fighting and you definitely won’t be fucking compelling anyone. Wear a long tunic or something so you can tug it up to show off if worse comes to worst.”
He grabbed blindly behind him, pulling down something oversized and tugging it over his head. The hem rested just below his ass and I let out a happy little hum. Reaching around him I grabbed a vest, shoving it into his chest. “On.”
Caspian scrambled to obey.
Shan grumbled. “Funny, how you said being distracted by your ass was my problem and now you’re forcing Cas to cover up. A little hypocritical, isn’t it scrappy?”
The nickname made Nolan raise his eyebrows. He hadn’t heard it before. Shan had barely used it outside the bedroom, honestly. He was trying to rile me up right now, and it wouldn’t work. Only because I was already riled, itching for us to take a step forward in this mission to save my life.
“There’s a difference. I’m possessive and allowed to be. He’s not going to be showing that ass off to the enemy if I can fucking help it.”
“Why the fuck am I not allowed to be possessive? I’m not seeing how this isn’t hypocritical.”
“Because I’m the Omega. Haven’t you heard? Omegas get what they want. I want to wear this, and I want Caspian to save his assets for us, and I’m going to get both.”
