61. Dane
Chapter 61
Dane
R osie delivers a tray to the table. Nash somehow made all the food look medieval, even though it’s only cheese, breads, and fruits with roasted chicken. The room is dim with candlelight, and the music makes it sound as if we’re in the middle of a busy tavern. It helps loosen me up and make it really feel like a fantasy.
When Nash came to me after the heat about planning this, I was down, but I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect. Then tonight, when Quinn gave me my outfit and reminded me to play a thieving brute, I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to get into it. But seeing it all come together has really made this roleplay idea hot.
Rosie props her foot on an empty chair, showing me her leg wrapped in these intense leather-looking straps and these sexy heeled boots. The swath of fabric she’s wearing is barely enough to cover her, and I can almost make out her pussy through the gauzy material.
She’s seriously fucking hot as Raven Nightshade. She’s covered but not, and every tease feels like its own reward. Not to mention she looks lethal. I already want to push her against the wall and bury myself inside her.
“Go on, taste it,” she says, eyeing the plate she set before me.
“I’d rather have a taste of you,” Nash answers from beside me. “How much?” He lifts his head, his manner cold and detached before he throws gold coins on the table.
Raven gets this gleam in her eye that’s almost a challenge, and the look wakes all my instincts. “Eat that dinner. Pay me fair. But you can’t afford me.”
She bends over the table and grabs the wine. The move puts her on display, and I get a glint that lets me know Quinn plugged her ass.
I love football, but this game is really making a run for the top spot.
“Make it worth our while then, wench,” I say, getting into it. I rub her ass before giving it a good squeeze. Her cheeks part, that plug of hers winking at me.
She freezes, and I feel the air shift—the way she’s going to take this up a notch. I’m ready to spar with her.
The icy stare she sends my way makes my dick twitch. I love playing with this feisty mate of mine, no matter the circumstance.
After dipping her finger into the wine, she traces my lip with a sharp nail. “Don’t touch me again, or you’ll meet my knife.” She gives me a deadly smile before refilling my wine glass.
Kelly Duskgrove comes in at that moment, pulling back his hood, and yeah, this is going to be my all-time favorite game. My omega looks like a dream, mysterious and otherworldly.
He winks at Raven before clearing his throat and approaching the table. “I’ve heard you’re the men to see about acquiring a stone.”
Nash breaks off a piece of bread with a grunt. “We might. Depends who’s asking and what they’re willing to pay.”
Our elven omega places a stack of golden coins on the table.
I throw my head back and laugh. “That will buy you a seat.”
Nash growls at Raven, “Wine and another plate.”
The two of them negotiate, but I can’t help but keep my eyes on Raven as she makes a show of serving the table. Her heavy breasts sway as she moves, and her nipples push against the fabric, drawing my eye. On her next pass by, I tug her into my lap. She straddles me in a fast move, pulling a knife on my throat. It’s not real, but that doesn’t stop the way my blood pumps.
Her other hand travels over my bare chest before she pinches my nipple hard. “I said no hands, and I meant it.”
She wiggles her ass on my lap, grinding down on me. She leans in, almost close enough to kiss, her rose scent sharp with the nutty tang of her arousal.My hands find their way along the slits in her dress, finally getting to those leather straps. I yank her closer, stealing a kiss that she ends with a nip to my lip.
My cock is leaking already, desperate to end this game buried inside her. She pushes the plastic knife into my throat, her breath heaving.
“What if I make it worth your while?” I trace her curves and tease her nipples.
She rocks her hips, the warm cradle of her heat making it impossible not to thrust.She digs the tip of the toy knife into my skin, pulling it along my chin so I’m forced to look up. “The ring and all the gold in your bag.”
“Haggle with the pretty wench later.” Nash knocks his fist on the table, and I jerk, half forgetting I’m supposed to be playing a game.
Next to me at the table, my omega’s face tells me he knows I’m struggling not to toss everything on the floor and make her the meal. He lifts his brow in a challenge, and that’s when I realize that’s exactly what he wants. That’s the little game he’s set up. Which one of us will break first?
It’s on, babe , I telegraph, refusing to bow down from a challenge.
“This meeting is boring, and he hasn’t shown us anything of interest,” I say, taking off my college championship ring and handing it to Rosie. “I buy your time. You entertain me.”
I stand and do exactly what Quinn was begging me for, but this time, there’s a catch—because I plan to wreck him by giving him exactly what he wants. I doubt he can stand to see her laid out before us without breaking either.
Nash gives me a grin, and I know he’s caught on. He saves the wine glasses in a quick move before I swipe the table, sending my empty plate to the floor and flipping Raven onto the hard wood.
“This elf wants a stone, but I want to see this pretty little one squirm,” I say to Nash.
Nash growls at Kelly. “You have five minutes to prepare the wench. Consider this your chance to impress me.”
Quinn acts the part of Kelly, the elven traveler from another land, regal and aloof. He gracefully stands before bending over Raven and cupping her face. “My little wench, we’re in quite the predicament. What color are you?”
“Green,” she says.
Kelly looks around, and Nash and I both reaffirm the color.
Leaning over Raven, Kelly says,“They may have bought your time, but don’t worry. I promise it will bring you pleasure.” He whispers something I can’t hear, and she nods.
Kelly retrieves a wooden box from under the table, pulling out toys and lube and setting them up in a line. He makes quick work of binding her to the table, but he checks in to make sure she tests her movement. When he secures the big vibrating wand in place, nestling it between her lips to rest on her clit, I can’t help but give my cock a squeeze.
He’s got her spread out before us, already wet, and I think maybe I overplayed my hand because now I have to resist her.
Raven moans when Kelly turns on the dial and hands the remote to Nash. “Feel free to entertain yourself. Does this meet your fee?”
Nash stands, pushing against the table, his eyes devouring her. “Let me use her pretty mouth while we discuss it.” He looks at me. “Get the stones.”
Motherfucker. He’s better at this game than I am. I should’ve thought to say that. Although watching my pack together does it for me, so it’s not as if I’m losing.
By the time I’ve returned from the kitchen with the bag labeled stones, Nash has her pretty lips wrapped around his cock. She’s a fucking mess on the table, her hips rocking and her scent all lust. Kelly idly plays with her nipples while Nash tugs on her hair, and she sucks him deep.
It’s a feast for the eyes, and I watch, mesmerized by how they take her apart. I drop the closed sack on the table with a loud thud, wondering what the heck is in there. I know Quinn and Rosie have an objective too, and I imagine this is what they’re after.
“Show him,” Nash grits. “Let’s finish this so we can take this pretty wench between us.”
“Not so fast.” I round the table and stand in front of my beautiful omega. His clove-and-cinnamon spice is in the air, and his silver eyes are wild.“Show me how eager you are to trade.”
I tug him up and walk him to the other side of the table before taking a chair, slanting it at an angle where I can make sure we’re in sight of Rosie. Hauling him onto my lap, I situate him so he straddles me before I take myself out. I give my shaft a good tug, eyeing my elven omega.
He licks his lips and grabs the lube from the table, drizzling some on my tip before coating the head and giving me a few snug tugs. I close my eyes, cursing because this could definitely backfire. On the next move, he unzips his leather pants and takes himself in hand. As an omega, he’s smaller than me, and I always get a rush at the way his cock looks next to mine. The slick heads brush together, and Rosie moans at the same time I do.
My gaze snaps her way, watching with satisfaction at the rapt way her eyes are devouring the two of us.
“Show him the stones,” Nash demands gruffly.
I nod and reach for the bag, spilling the contents onto the table. For a moment, I can’t help but break character and laugh when I see that the stones are all fantasy dildos.
Nash rumbles, “Is this the one you're after?” He holds up a mushroom with a fat knot.
Rosie curses Nash with a laugh that turns into slurred moans when he retaliates, turning up the vibrator until she’s begging to come.
“Let me see how it works on our little wench,” Quinn says.
“Not yet. You’ll take at least one load before my friends here share you,” Nash growls, his thrusts picking up.
I watch, my cock throbbing as he tugs her hair and buries himself deep, coming on a guttural moan.When I feel teeth grazing my neck, I pull myself back to Quinn. He nods toward the dildo at the same time he curls his grasp around the two of us, dragging his hand up and down our lengths. I rock into the tunnel of his curled palm before biting my lip.
This game feels too good, and I’m about done following along. I want to bury myself in my mates and see my pack come together until we’re all satisfied. The rumble in my chest gives me away.
I scoop up my omega and hover over Rosie, my hand tracing the slick spot between her legs. “Game over. I forfeit.”
Quinn laughs into my neck. “Put me down, and I’ll untie her.”
The rumble in my chest grows, which only makes Quinn purr. Watching him and Nash untie her, both of them whispering to her and massaging her legs, makes my overwhelming need reduce to a simmer. I stoke my cock, watching with alpha satisfaction at the beauty of my pack taking care of our mate.
Nash scoops up a love-drunk Rosie, and I toss Quinn over my shoulder, feeling very much the brute they asked me to be tonight.
When we get our prizes into the nest, Nash and I gently lay them in the center of the mattress. Our two mates find one another on their knees, kissing and touching as they take off their clothes.
I toss my flimsy costume and crawl into the nest behind Rosie, nuzzling into her neck. “You were the most perfect wench, sweetheart, but I can’t pretend any longer.”
Her eyes are dazed when she looks at me over her shoulder. “Alpha,” she slurs.
Nash joins me, curling up behind Quinn. Quinn clasps onto Rosie, the two of them bracing against one another. I take myself in hand and line myself up with her entrance, while Nash mirrors those same movements with Quinn. He catches my eyes and gives me a wicked grin, letting me know he’s on board with my plan.
Together, we take Rosie and Quinn while they hold onto one another. It’s primal and slow, a marathon of who can keep the pleasure going for the longest without tipping over. The plug in her ass makes her even tighter, and I thrust deep, nudging my knot farther inside on each stroke while I strum my fingers against her clit. She flutters around me, making these sweet gasping sounds that Quinn swallows.
Nash picks up the pace, and I grind my knot into her until she moans as it wedges into place. Quinn and Nash are right there with us, coming on her cry. The bonds light up all around us as the tsunami of our orgasms rushes through the bond.
We collapse in a pile in the nest, all of us tangled together.
“I love it here,” Rosie slurs.
Three versions of affirmation ring around the nest, the space so happy and full that it makes my alpha purr.
I returned to Knotty Pines to settle down, but I never dreamed that settling down would be our next great adventure.