Chapter 30
My skin flushes, heat suffusing my body at River’s command. I have no clue how I went from asking him to stay for my casual movie night with Ambrose to asking him to show me how he “takes care” of his mate.
No, not asking. Begging.
An alarm bell rings in my mind. Not because I’m not very, very enthusiastic about this demonstration, but at the speed things escalated.
The way my stomach tenses and slick pools between my thighs so suddenly.
I was happy and comfortable with Ambrose, in my low-level state of arousal I always am around him, but now I’m so turned on I’m practically panting at the prospect of watching these alphas together.
River slides closer to Ambrose, reaching out to rest his hand lightly on his throat and feather his lips against the older alpha’s, and my pulse quickens.
They share a breath, Ambrose’s eyes hooding and River’s sharpening with a feral glint. They fall into their roles with breathtaking ease, the dominance of River’s alpha staggering and the submission of Ambrose’s unlike anything I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness.
They haven’t even kissed yet. I don’t know if I’ll survive seeing more. My body is ablaze.
A loud whine falls from my lips, and River’s head snaps to look at me. I scrunch my legs up to my chest, embarrassed by my outburst. The tattooed alpha’s eyes scan my face, and I’m sure he’s using his bond with me to understand what’s going on in my head.
“Sorry, I’m…” I wipe the sweat dewing on my brow. “I’m not upset. Or jealous. Or uncomfortable. I’m…”
River reaches out and places a hand on my bare knee, his nostrils flaring. “You’re burning up.”
Ambrose is off the couch and moving to kneel by my side in an instant, the back of his hand pressing against my forehead. “You are. I think you’re having another heat spike, sweetheart.”
I groan, partially because I’m upset and partially because having both of them touching me is making my omega even more turned on. “Shit. Sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” River replies firmly.
“Nothing at all,” Ambrose concurs with a gentle smile.
The combination of hard and soft from the two of them is brain—and panty—melting. I swallow hard so I don’t whine again.
“How would you like to handle it?” Ambrose asks, cupping my cheek. His thumb strokes against my jaw as his stormy eyes search mine. “We’ll give you whatever you need.”
“I can go.” River’s jaw tenses.
Ambrose’s brow furrows.
“I don’t want to go,” River clarifies. “But this isn’t about me. I wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight.”
If River leaves, I think I’ll cry.
My omega is desperate for him. Every time we work on resisting alpha barks, my restraint frays more.
We both know it.
When he commands me to do something, I want to do it.
Not because of the power of his bark, but because he’s the one asking.
Because my omega craves submitting to him.
He could do anything to me in our practices, and instead of terrifying me, it exhilarates me.
I want him to push the boundaries. I want him to take from me.
The fact that he doesn’t, even when it’s clear that his alpha wants it just as bad, is what’s rewriting our relationship.
I trust him now. I see how hard he’s trying, and I don’t want to shut him out or make him grovel anymore.
I just want him.
“Please stay.”
River nods, the movement sharp.
“What do you want us to do?” Ambrose runs a hand through my hair, stroking it back off my shoulder, then letting his fingertips graze against the white scars of River’s bite mark.
Need throbs between my thighs.
“I still want to watch you.”
“Yeah?” A smile curves across Ambrose’s lips. “You want to see me be a mess for our alpha?”
A purr starts in my chest. “Yes. Please.”
“Is that all you want?” River’s low, throaty tone makes me shiver.
“No,” I breathe, forcing myself to keep my eyes locked on his.
Endless dark pools flecked with gold threaten to drown me as I stare into River’s eyes. “What else do you want?”
So, so many things. But I understand what he’s asking.
Do I want to stop dancing around the dynamic that’s blossomed between us and explore it fully?
Do I want him to make a mess of me, too?
“I want you to show me what you do with Ambrose, then show me how you’d handle me.” My words are barely more than a whisper, but you’d think they were as loud as a gunshot by how they ring out between the three of us.
“Fuck,” Ambrose curses, his scent growing brighter.
River stays still. He surveys me in a long, slow drag up and down my body.
For a moment, I worry that I’ve misread things. Rationally, it’s a ridiculous thought, but the remnants of his past rejection cling to my mind. I need him to clear them out, once and for all.
“Take off your clothes and sit in the chair.” River’s command startles me out of my concerns. It isn’t a bark. We both know he doesn’t need to do that to get me to bend to his will.
I scramble to my feet, trembling fingers struggling with the zipper of my dress. They watch me, their hungry eyes making my skin prickle as my dress falls down to the floor.
I go to sit, but River shakes his head. “All of your clothes.”
“I’ll ruin the cushion with my slick.” It’s not a protest so much as a warning.
The corner of River’s mouth tilts up. “Good. Every time I sit there, it’ll remind me how soaked you get for us. Maybe I’ll have my toy sit there later and let your scent torture him but not allow him to do anything about it.”
Ambrose groans, palming his cock over his pants.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you touching what’s mine,” River says calmly. He’s looking at me, but I know he means Ambrose from the way the older alpha flushes and rips his hand away.
“When we play, we use a stoplight system. Green means everything is good; keep going. Yellow means slow down and check in to adjust. Red means stop. Do you understand, Camille?”
I swallow hard and nod. “Y-yeah.”
“Then take off your underwear and spread your legs. Don’t touch yourself. Just watch.”
Is it possible to come from someone’s voice? Because the dominance and sheer alpha energy in River’s tone has my pussy clenching like one touch would push me over the edge.
I slip out of my underwear and sit, spreading my legs as he ordered.
I can tell already it’s going to be torture to watch and do nothing.
The heat spike is burning through my system, and I’m desperate to be filled and knotted, but my omega craves this submission and torturous anticipation even more right now.
If it weren’t for the way his eyes gleam as he stares at my spread, dripping cunt, I’d think River was wholly unaffected by the sight of me. But it’s there, and it’s so powerful it makes my omega whimper.
“Good girl.”
Two words that set me alight. I’d do anything to hear them again.
My rapidly waning rational side knows I’m the one that’s still in control. I can stop at any moment, and I hold the power because these alphas want to prove to me how much I fit with them.
River turns back to face Ambrose. He closes the distance between them, reaching down to grip the seated alpha’s hair and yank his head back so their eyes meet. The need in his eyes and the way Ambrose’s throat bobs as he gazes up at his mate is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
River’s grip releases, and he takes a step back, surveying Ambrose. “Why are you still dressed?”
“Sorry, sir.” Ambrose’s fingers fumble to undo his belt as he hurries to take his clothes off. He shoves his pants and underwear down unceremoniously, then tugs his shirt off over his head and sets it to the side.
When he’s as naked as I am, Ambrose sits on the edge of the couch, chest heaving with anticipation, and hands gripping his thighs to keep from touching his ruddy, weeping cock that’s jutting upward toward his alpha.
“What should I do with you?” River purrs, stepping back in to thumb Ambrose’s lower lip and tug it down.
The way Ambrose’s eyelashes flutter and his mouth falls open makes my clit throb and slick drip onto the chair.
“Anything you want, sir,” Ambrose murmurs, his eyes on River filled with adoration.
“That’s right.” River smiles, the expression slightly cruel. “I can do anything I want with you, because you’re my toy. Holes for me to fill however I like.”
Holy shit. More slick pools underneath me and I can’t stifle the small gasp that escapes.
“Mmm, our omega likes the sound of that. She wants to see how much of a slut you are for me.” River’s hand trails down Ambrose’s throat, heading south over the thick expanse of his chest and stomach until…
“Ungf.” Ambrose’s unintelligible noise when River grips his balls and squeezes has my breath quickening. “Please, sir. I want her to see.”
River lets out a dark chuckle. “I bet you do.” I watch with bated breath as he slides his hand up and wraps his fingers around Ambrose’s knot, squeezing hard enough that his knuckles blanch.
“Shit.” Ambrose grunts, pre-cum sliding down his length.
I grip the arms of the chair so I won’t slip my hands between my thighs at the sight. I want to be as good for him as Ambrose is, but it’s hard when the heat spike is sizzling through me and their scents are so thick in the air.
River releases Ambrose’s cock and steps back, hands going to his belt. “We don’t have time to drag this out right now. Our omega is too needy. But next time… I’m going to ruin you.”
“Yes, sir,” Ambrose gasps.
My heart leaps up into my throat as River turns his attention to me. He licks his lips, nostrils flaring at my perfume and the mess I’m making on the chair. “Do you like verbal degradation?”
The casual question in the middle of things takes me aback. “Huh?”
“My toy loves it. Can’t get enough, really. But I want to make sure you’re good with it, too, before we continue. Don’t want to cross any lines.” River’s lips upturn into a slightly sheepish smile. A hint of his concern and nerves showing through beneath his alpha.