Chapter 11 Mattaniah
Mattaniah
Richard seats me beside him at dinner instead of across the table like he did yesterday.
His hand finds my thigh before the first course arrives, his thumb stroking across the fabric in small circles while he discusses quarterly earnings with my mother as though his fingers aren't six inches from my cock.
The food tastes like nothing. Questions get single-syllable answers that seem to satisfy everyone at the table except Dominic, whose gaze hasn't left Richard's arm since we sat down.
My fork digs grooves into my palm, and when Richard leans across me to refill my water glass with his mouth close enough to my neck that his breath ghosts across my skin, my scent nearly cracks through the blocker.
The moment Richard excuses himself for a phone call, I push to my feet and start clearing plates. I make it to the kitchen, deposit the dishes, and turn to leave, only to find Richard in the doorway.
"I wasn't finished with you at the table." He blocks the exit with his body, his gaze dropping from my face to my throat to somewhere below my waist. "You left before I could discuss your assignments for tomorrow."
"I apologize, sir, I was just clearing the..."
"Come here."
His Alpha bark leaves no room for disobedience, my feet carrying me a half-step forward before I catch myself and plant them. "I need to finish the dishes, sir. If we could discuss it in the morning..."
He watches me for a long moment, then steps aside with the patience of a man whose prey lives in his house. "In the morning, then."
I rinse two plates to sell the excuse, then cross through the dining room and head for the stairs.
Three steps up, my body ignites. Heat blooms in my core without warning, sharper than the spike at the office, building so fast my vision swims. I grab the banister and bend forward as the wave crests and keeps building, spreading from my belly to my chest to my thighs, slick gathering around my hole before seeping into my briefs.
A low whine peels from my throat as my free hand tugs at my collar, trying to rip it off my overheating skin when a burst of Dominic’s scent hits my nose. I lean into the scent, my body locking onto it as another spike has me doubling over, a second whine tearing from my throat.
"No no no, not again." The words grind through my clenched teeth. "Not here."
Slick floods between my thighs, soaking through my underwear, and seeping into my pants. My legs shake too badly to hold me upright as I cling to the railing with both hands, bent at the waist, panting.
I hear footsteps behind me, a hand pressing against my lower back a second later. My whole body seizes because who else could it be than Richard? He must have heard the whine, caught my scent, and now his hand is on my spine while my legs don't work.
"It's me." Amos' voice comes low against my ear. "It's me, Niah. I've got you."
My knees buckle so hard he has to catch me. His arm wraps around my waist with his chest solid against my back, but his proximity feeds the spike instead of calming it. His scent mixes with Dominic's on my jacket, a fresh surge of slick making me whimper against his shoulder.
"I can't make it stop." The words come out ragged. "Amos, I can't..."
"I know. Come with me." He tightens his arm and guides me up the remaining stairs with his grip possessive enough that I feel the intention even through the haze. At the top, I expect him to steer left toward my room.
He turns right.
That's Dominic's door at the end of the hall, but Amos' hand has slipped beneath my shirt with his fingers against my hip and the thought doesn't get any further than that.
The second we cross the threshold, both of their scents hit me, so dense that every breath I take saturates my lungs. Amos' hands settle on my hips with two fingers on each brushing the skin beneath my waistband. A whine crawls up my throat before I can stop it.
"This is wrong," I whisper, not sure if I'm telling him or myself.
These are my stepbrothers. Not by blood, but in every way the world recognizes, these men are my brothers.
I've been in this house less than a week.
I've already let one of them put his mouth on me, let the other one kiss me, and.
.. Now I'm standing in their bedroom with slick running down my thighs while one of them holds me.
It's humiliating, and it's also kind of exciting that these Alphas want me this much. They've been circling me all week with their touches and their refusal to let me suffer alone.
But what would Mom think? What would their father do?
"Stop thinking so much, Niah." Amos breathes against my ear as he dips his hand into my boxers and wraps his fingers around my cock. I hiss at the coolness of his palm while the door clicks shut behind us.
"I can't, this is wrong, so wrong." A moan coats the edges of the protest. My hips pump forward into his fist because his hand feels so good it makes my brain short-circuit, and I hate how easily my body betrays me.
But then Amos' fingers tighten, my hips rock forward again on their own.
Then I freeze at the sound of a shuffle across the room, a second presence filling the darkness.
Amos' free hand wraps around the front of my throat and squeezes lightly. "Right in front of you, Niah."
I have to squint to find the outline of my other stepbrother sitting in a chair across the room with his legs spread wide and his sleeves rolled to the elbows, a feral grin spread across his face.
"Hello, firefly."
His purr vibrates through me from across the room, all the way down to where Amos' hand is still gripping my cock.
Amos strokes faster with his lips against the hinge of my jaw.
"I was just going to check on you, Niah but then I heard your whine and well.
.. Dominic mentioned he wanted to watch me have a little fun with you, so I brought you in here.
" He drags his thumb across the head of my cock and smears the wetness along my slit. "Isn't that wonderful?"
Why is this okay? The question tries to form, but Amos twists his wrist and my eyes roll back, the thought dying before it finishes.
"Look at that." Dominic's voice cuts through the haze from across the room.
He hasn't moved from the chair, but his gaze is locked on my face with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
"You lose yourself so fast when someone touches you properly, firefly.
I'm curious whether you go under as easily for Amos, or if that's just for me. "
The memory of the garden flashes through my mind. I went under for Amos too, and the fact that Dominic is asking about it means he knows.
"You told him," I manage to push out, twisting to look at Amos over my shoulder. "About the garden, you told him what happened."
Amos doesn't deny it. His hand keeps its rhythm on my cock as his mouth presses against the skin below my ear. "We don't keep secrets from each other, Niah."
"That's... you can't just..." But Amos does something with his thumb, the outrage dissolving into a groan that would embarrass me if I could think straight.
My body doesn't care that they've been comparing notes.
My body cares that Amos' hand is warm and firm and knows exactly how to grip me and every stroke sends sparks up my spine that make the argument harder to hold onto.
"This is so fucked up," I mutter, even as my hips chase his hand. "This is so fucked up and you both know it." They’re milking my need for an Alpha but with every passing second, it’s becoming harder to care.
Dominic stands and crosses the room. When he reaches me, he grips my chin between his fingers and tilts my face up.
"You lose control around both of us." He says it as an observation, his thumb pressing into the hinge of my jaw.
"That tells me something important about how your body works, which means I need to know you can stop this if it goes too far.
" His grin sharpens. "I think we're going to need a safe word. "
Behind me, Amos draws his hand out of my pants and pushes me gently toward the bed.
My body aches at the loss of contact. He arranges me on my hands and knees with my face toward Dominic, then steps up behind me and kneads the flesh of my ass before he hooks his thumbs into my waistband and drags my pants to my knees.
Cool air hits the slick on my thighs as a shiver runs through me.
"What are your limits, firefly?"
"No-none." My fingers scrunch into the duvet. "I don't have any."
Two of Amos' fingers drag through the slick between my thighs and push inside me. My body rocks forward on his thrust, a gasp tearing loose just before Dominic tightens his grip on my chin.
"You're going to have to be quiet, Mattaniah. We don't really want an audience, do we?"
I shake my head. The satisfied look on his face sends warmth flooding through me, Amos' fingers curling inside me as rational thought becomes increasingly optional.
"Now. What's your safe word?"
"Um... ungh..." Amos withdraws and pumps back in, crooking forward against the spot that makes my arms shake, and my body shudders so hard the answer almost doesn't make it out of my mouth. "Mango. God, mango."
Amos snorts behind me. "What's wrong with mangoes?"
"I fucking hate them," I breathe.
Dominic releases my chin and moves his hand to his zipper.
"Works for me. Now, I don't think you're going to stay quiet with my little Alpha pounding into you the way he wants to, and I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself.
" He pulls his cock free and rubs the wet head across my lips, painting them with the salty taste of him.
My mouth opens before my brain has any say in the matter.
"You have your word if you need it, firefly.
" His free hand sifts into my hair and grips at the root. "Use it."