Chapter 50 Tray #3
Dixon rolled next, striking out again. He’d been one space away from the ‘Instant Match’ and his mood had further soured at that fact.
If he’d landed there, he could have chosen himself and someone else to fully strip and end the game.
If I had to guess, he’d have chosen Tessa.
If we were playing the game the way it was supposed to be played, that was an instant win…
in our case we’d call it an instant loose.
As in, loose every stitch of material on your body.
There was a dark cloud forming over Dixon.
We needed to just bend the rules a little bit and get that man naked.
If he and I were both out, I could easily relieve some of his tension.
The thought made my dick harden. It was easy enough to imagine the mountains of muscles under Dixon’s outfit, but I’d still rather glimpse it in reality.
The game moved forward while I daydreamed about sinking myself into Dixon’s awesome fucking body.
Ryder made quick work of rolling, landing on Dix’s property.
“Just take off the shirt.” Dixon said absentmindedly.
He was definitely losing interest. He didn’t go crazy anymore, our fighting ferality days were behind us, but he still had a penchant for letting his demons get the better of him in different, less destructive ways.
Tessa noticed the shift in him, his scent taking on a slight acidity.
She stood up, struggling because of the layers and layers of clothing, and she shuffled over to him.
“It’s all fun and games, Dix.” She dropped to her knees, soothing him. “It’s supposed to be fun.”
“This shit’s only fun if we eventually end up naked.” He tugged at the uppermost top she wore. “You are the opposite of naked.”
“Like I won’t take all of this off the minute I win.” She poked at his stomach playfully.
“Whatever.” Dixon couldn’t stop the grin on his face, or in his tone. She ducked forward and gave him a quick kiss before waddling back to her spot.
Ryder tossed his torn shirt at Dixon, who caught it with a growl and threw it down against his pathetic spoils.
"My turn again," I announced, sitting up straighter.
"You're already naked, Tray," Ryder pointed out with a snort.
"I can still roll," I protested. "Maybe I'll land on one of my properties and win something back.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Get your hands off that dice,” Tessa snapped as I tried to grab it from the board. “You just sit there and look pretty.”
“You think I’m pretty?” I pulled the blanket slowly higher, letting it cover my stiff, pulsing dick. She flicked a look down at my groin, then frowned. I started to slowly, impishly yank the throw further up until my cock was exposed once more. She gave a pert little nod at that, satisfied.
Tessa rolled, frowning when she finally got a bum result. Dixon suddenly was back in the game at full force, sitting up and looking like the cat that got the cream. He owned both orange properties. That meant two pieces of Tessa’s clothing.
“Both the sweatpants.” He lifted and lowered his eyebrows several times.
“You would,” she muttered. Under the double joggers were her sexy little athletic shorts, the lavender ones with tiny slits at the sides.
She stood, trying to be sexy which was pretty damn hard with the bulky layers stunting her movements.
But when both sweatpants were off, me and my pack brothers were fucking mesmerized by her toned, pale legs that seemed impossibly long even though our Omega was impossibly petite compared to our Alpha sizes.
“Damnnnnn,” I couldn’t help myself, singing the word and feeling heat flood my stomach.
“Fuck yes,” Dixon breathed out.
Ryder and Mac just had eyes glued to Tessa, saying nothing.
“You act like you’ve not seen me naked a dozen times already.” She rolled her eyes.
“A thousand times, a hundred years, and we’re still going to think you’re the sexiest goddamn thing alive,” Ryder finally murmured.
She squirmed under our praise, as she always did. “Mac, hurry up and roll. I think there’s a ticking clock on our game time.”
“I think you may be right,” he responded, eyes hooded with desire and voice thick with need.
Mac eyed the dice as if they held the key to the universe.
Maybe they did—to our little universe, with its own rules, its own gravity, and its own sun at the center…
Tessa. Mac snagged the dice, pressed it briefly to his lips like a gambler praying for salvation, and then he rolled expertly.
He needed a ten to land on ‘Instant Match’.
The room seemed to hold its breath as the red cube twisted and turned.
It came to a stop resting on one edge. Mac murmured ‘fuck’ because he thought it was going to be a bickering match again over what number he’d gotten.
But then fate was merciful, and the dice fell over. Ten. A fucking ten.
The room went quiet. Playing board games as a pack was enjoyable, but nothing beat when the game ended. that’s when the real action started.
“Tessa,” he drew out her name, putting his intent into the single utterance.
“Don’t you dare,” she threatened, expression aghast.
Our eldest pack brother looked joyous, and a little evil. “Off with the clothes, Tessa. We’re losing this thing together.” Mac shifted his game piece to the center of the board, then per the rules, snagged Tessa’s piece to join his.
She groaned. “I think that rule should be ditched. You shouldn’t get to instantly make someone else lose.”
“Instantly win if we were playing the game correctly,” he countered.
Tessa, a stickler for the rules, stood up.
She swayed a little, trying to be sexy, though the bulky clothes were still making her movements a little comical.
That didn’t last long though. The anticipation built as more skin began to show.
By the time she was down to one shirt and her panties, every single Alpha in the room was stroking their hard, throbbing manhood.
When she was standing before us nude, the full glory of her perfect body on display, she locked eyes with Dixon.
She didn’t say anything, instead strolling across our former sex den and towards the wall of toys.
She studied her options for a while, before picking a red leather harness attached to a girthy clear dildo.
Dangling it from one finger she returned, coming to stand directly in front of Dix.
The smile on her face was one I’d never seen.
Anticipation. Excitement. A desire to explore something new.
“What do you say?” She asked the question without clarifying. She didn’t have to; Tessa knew Dixon’s proclivities in the bedroom.
“I say what the hell took you so long,” he breathed out in a deep, raspy voice.
The air clouded with our heady scents, mingling and making me feel blissfully lightheaded.
The room seemed to tilt from it, the world knocked off its axis.
My heart raced. My body buzzed. God, it was better than any high.
I could float in it for a goddamn century.
Dixon's eyes went dark, that feral gleam I knew so well flickering to life as he stared at Tessa putting on the harness.
Mac moved behind her, securing it in place.
"Fuck," Ryder breathed from across the room, his hand around his cock, the boxers gone. He watched our Omega with an intensity that made my own pulse spike. I shifted, tossing the throw aside and standing up. I suddenly felt like the luckiest bastard alive to have a front-row seat to whatever was about to unfold. Hell, I didn’t even care if I got to be involved… though if I did, I was going to be sucking Dixon off as Tessa took him from behind. Jesus. Christ. I was about to come just at the thought. To have him explode into my mouth as she fucked him? I’d dreamed about that shit.
Dixon dropped to his knees in front of Tessa, his hand raising to slide a finger down her exposed folds.
The harness didn’t obstruct her pussy. When he pulled away, his fingers were coated with slick.
He licked it off, looking up at Tessa with overwhelming eagerness.
She leaned over, taking his chin between two fingers.
“I want to be part of everything you enjoy,” she murmured, eyes locked with his. “Everything,” she looked up, gazing at us all, “you all enjoy.”
She lowered herself to the ground in front of Dixon.
He closed the gap between them and kissed her hungrily.
Feeling like I might explode, I padded over to a cabinet that held flavored lubricants and other sundries.
I snagged the ultra, no scent. Friction was good sometimes, but not at the start.
Seconds later, I was kneeling on the floor next to them.
Mac and Ryder stood hovering over, hands stroking themselves slowly.
“Here,” I gave Tessa the lube. “Be generous.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. She was in unfamiliar territory, but the sheer fact she wanted to walk this path meant the damn world. To Dixon, especially. I turned my attention over to my pack brother, whom I loved so fucking much.
“Want to fly solo?” He knew what I meant. Did he want Tessa fucking him by herself, or did he want dual pleasure?
“Just to start,” he growled, eyes already glazed over as if he was imagining what was about to happen and it was so damn good that he couldn’t focus.
At his words, I moved slightly away, getting comfortable so I could self-pleasure while watching.
Ryder moved behind Tessa, whispering something to her.
After she nodded, he snagged a fat pillow to elevate his head, then positioned himself beneath her, face aligned with her pussy.
His legs stretched away from her and Dixon so as not to impede their movements.
Mac became my mirror on the other side of our three pack members, stroking himself and waiting for an opportunity.
Tessa dripped lube down the crack of Dixon’s ass, spreading it generously and dipping her finger inside of his opening.
Dixon’s lashes fluttered against the sensation.
When she sunk into him, pushing inch by inch, he moaned.
Ryder dug his fingers into Tessa’s hips as she moved back and forth, encouraging her thrusting.
He lifted his head from the rug so he could lick her most intimate, dripping-with-slick parts.
He let Tessa’s moving body do most of the work.
Mac shifted closer, ducking his head against Tessa’s chest and pulling one of her nipples into his mouth.
She groaned as the dual sensation Mac and Ryder offered her sent waves of pleasure through her body.
After a few minutes of Tessa pumping the dildo into Dixon, he glanced over at me.
His eyes were still unfocused, a peaceful slackness taking over his face. The slightest nod was my signal.
I crawled over, cock hard as a rock, and I laid beneath his shifting body so that I could pull his dick into my mouth. It was already salty with precum. I sucked him off deeply, no reservations. I raised my body higher; I took him down to the base, feeling his tip slam into the back of my throat.
My brain echoed the same words I’d thought only a short time ago.
What a time to be alive.