Chapter 37
My lips clash with Dexter’s, and a feeling of rightness seeps into my bones. His scent, his touch, his taste, all of it is a heady cocktail that has me whining and desperate for his touch.
His fingertips dig into my hips where he grips me, pushing me down hard onto his cock.
Even though layers of clothing separate us, I can’t stop myself from grinding against his hardness.
He throws his head back, showing off the smooth, unblemished column of his neck as he lets out my name in a low, rumbling groan before pressing our lips together again.
I quickly take control of the kiss, chasing his tongue with mine and sucking it into my mouth.
I pull away, biting his lower lip gently, and yank off his plain black tee.
His body is all corded muscle, lean and fit from his training and trapeze work.
I’ve seen him shirtless countless times at this point, after shows and just wandering the property, but it’s never affected me like it does now.
Before I lose myself in him, I take a look at the men around me.
Quinton has Matteo pinned down, fucking him from behind with an iron grip on his hair, and the Beta’s eyes are rolled back, his throat exposed.
The usually mellow Alpha’s teeth are bared in a snarl as he makes eye contact with me, hips moving at a brutal pace.
Dario and Jude are both working their cocks, eyes locked on me like heat-seeking missiles.
Satisfied that everyone is as contained as they can be, I let the room around me fall out of focus as Dexter takes up every one of my senses.
I push him backward, and he sprawls out on the floor of Jude’s trailer.
Straddling his hips, I drag my fingers down his face, to his collarbones, and across his abs.
He shudders under my touch, eyes falling closed as I tease him with soft, sweeping touches.
When he whimpers and thrusts up, chasing my touch, I place a hand on his sternum, holding him down.
“Do you need me to take control, Dexter?” I purr quietly. “Do you want me to take what I need from you?”
Something tells me he is an Alpha who is always in control. His stern demeanor, contrasting with Dario’s goofy, outgoing personality, weighs him down, and maybe, this once, he would like the opportunity not to think.
To just feel.
“Yes,” he responds, hands tracing the curve of my waist. “Please.”
“If you need me to stop, just say the word, Dexter.” I gather his hands in mine, holding them to my chest. “I will never, ever take this farther than you want.”
His dark eyes soften. “I know.”
Dropping his hands, I kiss the path my fingers just traveled, across his collarbone, down his chest, and then to the waistband of his shorts.
His cock strains them, and I move around it, touching the soft flesh of his abdomen and then dragging my hands up his thighs.
He groans, hips thrusting up, as I touch everywhere but where he wants me most.
“Please,” he moans as I finally ghost my hand across the tip of his cock. “Alex.”
My name on his lips is as decadent as the molten caramel of his scent.
Slowly, I pull his shorts off his body, unable to take my eyes off his cock, the tip angry and dripping for me, as it appears from under the fabric.
It curves upward, the knot at the base slightly swollen, and I cannot resist the urge to flick my tongue out and catch a drop of moisture pooling at his slit.
That single touch has his body shaking, his hands fisting at his sides.
I love being in control like this. After everything that Rich, Greg, and Tripp put me through, being able to take what I need sexually is a luxury I didn’t know I needed.
And Dexter is the perfect partner for this.
Tentative and unsure, fearful and a little angry, he needs someone to take the lead and guide him.
I am more than happy to be that person for him.
Unable to resist any longer, I slip my lips around his cock, sucking softly and gripping the base, squeezing his knot gently. His body jackknifes up, his hands weaving in my hair, as he cries out in pleasure. His body bends around my head, and his hips thrust up like he’s unable to control himself.
As if the pleasure my mouth has brought him is too much for him, and he has lost all control of his body.
He thrusts three times before he’s spilling in my mouth with a gasping breath. Immediately, he drops my hair and leans back on his elbows, face red with embarrassment.
“Holy shit,” he whimpers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I’d… I thought I’d last longer. ”
I crawl into his lap, noticing that his cock is still hard and his knot has grown in size, but isn’t fully inflated. Maybe he’s closer to a rut than I thought, if he’s ready to go another round.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, kissing up his neck. “It’s your first time.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, hips rotating underneath me, chasing more pleasure. “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Do you want to continue?” I ask him quietly. I don’t want the others to hear. This needs to be between the two of us. If he’s ready to stop, we can.
While he thinks about it, I take a moment to look at the others, to see if this was enough for them.
Quinton is splayed out on his stomach, one leg bent, and his ass hiked up by Matteo, who is taking him furiously from behind.
I’m not sure when they switched positions, but the sight of my beautiful Beta taking what he needs leaves my core throbbing.
The Alpha’s face is blissful, his hand underneath his body working his cock.
Periodically, Matteo smacks his ass, snarling at Quinton to leave his cock alone, but he doesn’t stay away from it for long.
Jude is reclining on his couch, legs spread wide, cock pulled out from his zipper. He watches Dexter and me curiously, and his eyes don’t seem to be entirely clouded with the rut anymore. He’s in control for the most part, his handsome face relaxed as he slowly drags his hand up his thick cock.
Fuck, I want to taste that cock.
The showrunner catches me staring and drags his tongue across his lips sensually, making every part of my body light up with desire.
Dario is closest to us, but his eyes aren’t on me like I thought they’d be.
Instead, he seems fascinated by Jude, who doesn’t notice the attention from the other Alpha.
Dario’s shorts are tucked under his balls, and his cock is out, but his hand is motionless on it as he watches the Prime Alpha of the pack pleasure himself.
When Dexter thrusts up beneath me, a silent plea to continue, his cock rubs me just right and has me moaning softly. Dario’s eyes whip to me, full of heat, and his hand starts moving again as he takes me in.
Turning my attention back to the brother beneath me, I grab his cheeks with one hand. “I asked a question. Do you want to continue?”
Dexter whines at my touch, nodding rapidly. When I don’t release his face, he answers with a muffled yes.
I stand up and slide my boxers and panties down my body. The sound of fucking behind me stops, and I know Quinton and Matteo are watching me bare myself to them all.
Dexter’s cock is still rock hard when I take it in my hand and line it up with my slick-coated entrance.
The pheromones of so many Alphas and my bonded Beta in one space have me so wet and ready that I don’t need him to warm me up, and I slide slowly down his length.
He holds his breath, head thrown back, until I’m fully seated on him.
“Shit,” he groans, immediately thrusting up and bouncing me on his cock. “Shit, shit.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur, stroking his hair off his face. “I’m going to take good care of you, Dex.”
He nods, burying his face in my neck and gnawing on my skin. An Alpha bite won’t initiate a bond, but it could trigger a reactionary response in me. It never worked for my old pack, but part of me knows that I wouldn’t be able to resist this whimpering puddle of an Alpha beneath me.
I hold myself up on my knees on the floor and begin to slowly rotate my hips, luxuriating in the feel of his knot grinding my clit. I can’t hold the noises of pleasure in. My Alpha thrusts clumsily underneath me, bouncing me on his cock, and I have to place a hand on his chest to slow him down.
“Alpha,” I purr. “Let me take care of you.”
“I can’t,” he whines, grabbing one of my tits tightly in his hand. “I need my knot in you. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to feel you squeeze me. Please, Omega.”
His begging leaves me lightheaded, and my instincts want nothing more than to give him exactly what he’s asking for.
But I know he deserves more than a quick knotting for his first time, and I need to come at least once before I can take his knot.
I continue rocking and grinding against him, wrapping a hand around the back of his head and guiding it to my chest.
“Suck on me, Alpha,” I tell him, gasping when he does exactly what I ask and pulls a nipple into his mouth.
He’s all teeth and tongue, nipping and licking across the tightened flesh in a way that has me writhing against him.
I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to play with my clit.
The combination of sensations, the pheromones of my scent matches soaking into me, and the pleasure my Beta is feeling radiating through our bond, has me clamping down on the Alpha inside me quickly, my orgasm stealing my breath and leaving me shuddering and soaking with slick.
Dexter growls into my chest and wraps both hands around my waist, pulling me down as he thrusts up, unable to stop himself from sinking his knot into me. As soon as it slips inside, I can feel it pulse and begin to expand to full size, stretching me to the limit.
I scream in pleasure, another orgasm ripped from my body as he flips me to my back and pounds into me, instinct taking over as Dexter proves he wasn’t as immune to the rut as I thought at first. He doesn’t hurt me, though.
Unable to entirely pull out with his knot expanded, his shallow thrusts leave me panting with pleasure, and his tight grip on my body has me anxious to see the marks he leaves behind.
My mouth is watering with the need to bite, to claim, and my control is slipping. I have to snag my shirt off the ground and shove it between my teeth to prevent myself from sinking my teeth into the skittish Alpha who is fucking me like his life depends on it.
But he sees the shirt, and fury colors his features. He rips it out of my teeth, snarling.
“No!” He’s lost to the rut, lip curled. None of the others are stepping in, unaware of his change in their focus on me and seeking their own pleasure. “Need it!”
Before I can stop him, Dexter is bending down and digging his teeth into my neck, and I’m screaming, an orgasm flowing from the bite mark and down my toes, soaking the floor below me with slick.
It’s everything I can do not to return the favor, but I know Dexter will never forgive me, never care for me, if I take this choice from him.
But it’s so hard to hold back. It’s against every single fiber of my being not to return his bite, not to give him my bond.
“Matteo,” I gasp, hoping my Beta can hear and feel my distress. I’ve got my head turned sideways, and I’d bury it in the floor if I could, but Dexter still has my neck gripped tightly between his teeth.
Thankfully, my Beta realizes what’s going on and pulls out of a whimpering Quinton, rushing toward me. “What do you need?”
“Arm,” I pant, scrambling to grab him. When he holds out his arm for me, I sink my teeth into it. He yelps, and I know I’m going to owe him an apology as soon as this is over.
Eventually, Dexter finds his release, filling me up before he releases my neck with a soft sigh. He collapses on top of me, running his fingers lazily over my body. I finally feel safe enough to relax my jaw, wincing at the wound I’ve left on my Beta’s arm.
It’s going to bruise around the punctures, that’s for sure.
But Matteo doesn’t seem to mind as he brushes my hair off my forehead before placing a gentle kiss there and hurrying off to finish with Quinton. Dario slides close to me, curling into my side and weaving his fingers with mine.
I catch Jude’s eye, and he nods once. I think that is approval glinting in their dark depths.
As Dexter drifts off to sleep, his breathing slows, and his comforting weight has my body going limp and loose as I wait for his knot to deflate. With these four Alphas and my Beta surrounding me, I find myself wishing that I had run away and joined the circus a long time ago.