Chapter 53
Chapter Fifty-Three
Brooks
It’s Sunday, and Sage is currently out in the community garden with Daisy and her new friends. I’m glad she has them, truly, but I’m also itching for some time with my pack. Riley and Vee are both at work, which has left me… wandering.
I sigh as I slouch inside, tired from trimming the bushes along the side of the house, then start opening kitchen cabinets in search of a lunch idea. Just as I’m finishing up a pathetic excuse for a sandwich, the front door swings open.
Riley stomps in—not even bothering to take their shoes off—and collapses onto a stool with a huff.
I pause my chewing as I eye them, taking in their slumped but somehow tense posture, glaring blue eyes, and pouty lower lip. I gulp, swallowing my half-chewed mouthful.
“What’s up, Ri?”
They huff and shove a stack of napkins away from them, then lean back and petulantly cross their arms over their chest. Both my eyebrows go up, and I slowly set the last couple bites of my sandwich down.
“Just bored,” they finally say, glancing at me before flicking their eyes up to the ceiling.
“Bored…” I dust my hands off while my mind starts spinning with possibilities.
“Mhm.”
They kick one leg out, then start bouncing their other knee and shaking the entire counter. Feigning nonchalance?
“Anything I can do to help with that?”
I round the kitchen island to the same side as them, then lean against it, inches away from them. Riley’s mouth twists to the side as they roll their eyes.
“Hmm,” I say, lowering my voice as I lean down to their ear. “I’m thinking the answer to that question… is ‘yes, please alpha.’”
Riley’s fresh lemon scent spikes around us, and I hold in a grin as I straighten. This little brat…
“You would,” Riley grumbles under their breath.
Perfect.
“You looking for a spanking, little beta?”
“You looking to spank me, alpha daddy?”
Riley’s eyes dart to mine and hold, daring me. I return his gaze, slowly bending down to his eye level and closing the distance between us. Riley’s eyes widen the closer I get, but he doesn’t back down. No, my feisty beta loves to push his alpha’s buttons.
“Oh yes, Riley. I’d love nothing more.”
Riley’s mouth drops open as his arms fall to his sides and he sputters for a moment, perhaps not having expected such a blunt response from me. I grin, then lean around them and prop my hands against the counter, caging them in.
“You think you can handle me?” I say, all too aware of our size difference.
Riley scoffs. “Oh, I can handle you. The question is, can you handle me?”
My grin feels feral as their words settle between us.
Fighting words. Challenging words. Before either of us can second guess it, I’m scooping Riley up and throwing them over my shoulder, marching us both into my bedroom.
I don’t bother closing the door, and as I drop Riley down onto my bed, I snag the waistband of his pants and rip them down his legs as he falls.
“Oof,” Riley bounces once, kicking his legs free of his pants.
I follow him down onto the bed, hovering over him with my elbows braced on either side of his head.
“Time-out,” I say, and Riley pauses, his blue eyes meeting mine. “You’ve done this before with Vee, or so I’ve gathered, and I know things got intense during Sage’s heat. But just so we’re on the same page—”
“I like the stoplight system,” Riley interrupts. “Red means stop, yellow go slow.”
I nod, relief coursing through me. Same page.
“Good beta,” I murmur, then lower my lips. Riley leans up, expecting me to kiss their lips, but at the last second I nudge their nose to the side with mine and kiss along their jaw to the delicate skin below their ear. Riley groans, half protest and half appreciation.
“Please don’t tell me this is going to be a tease,” Riley says.
I chuckle into the curve of their shoulder, a deep, throaty sound that seems to vibrate through both of us.
“Don’t tell me you’re impatient,” I reply.
“Ugh,” Riley groans. “You’re going to be even worse than Vee, aren’t you?”
“Tell me I’m worse than Vee again and see what happens,” I purr.
Riley’s throat bobs beneath my tongue as I lick down it and across their collarbone, stretching the neckline of their work shirt before deciding I don’t want to deal with it.
I grip either side of the collar, then flex my arms and tear it in half.
The rip is sharp in the quiet of the warm afternoon, with sunlight streaming through the window and wind swishing through the trees outside.
Their gasp goes straight to my cock as their chest is bared to me, satisfaction rippling down my spine. I lean down to suck their tight nipple into my mouth, and Riley arches into me.
“Fuck,” Riley pants. “That was so hot.”
“Hmm,” I hum against their warm skin, then they remind me of the attitude they’ve been giving me.
“More, alpha daddy. If you think you’re up for it.”
I growl as I lean back, pulling them up with me.
Riley is grinning, his eyes sparking with delight and desire.
Their taunting is only working because I’m letting it, and I hide my answering grin.
This is a most welcome distraction from what was otherwise going to be a boring and lonely afternoon by myself.
I haul Riley off the bed and stand him in front of me.
He leans his weight onto one foot, popping out a hip and crossing his arms as he gives me more attitude.
His cock is hard, bobbing between his legs and I let my eyes roam up and down his body.
I don’t hide my grin this time, and when it slowly slips out, Riley’s falters.
“Uh,” they say, taking a half-step back.
I tsk. “I don’t think so, little beta. Bend over.”
I spread my legs wide and pat one thigh. Riley’s eyes dart between my lap and my face. I force my smirk to recede, putting on a stern face and raising one eyebrow. He licks his lips, then slowly steps up and bends over my leg. My heart skips a beat.
The image before me—Riley bent over, exposing himself to me and trusting me with his pain and pleasure—along with the scent and feel of him turned on just for me is nearly too much to bear. I groan, hovering my hands over him, unsure where to start.
Riley wiggles, his cock hard against my thigh, and I suck in a sharp breath.
His legs are draped between mine, and I shift my free leg to hold them steady, pinning his legs against the side of the bed.
Their chest is pressed into the mattress at my side, head turned toward me, with one arm folded and the other somehow reaching back so his hand grazes my knee below his hip.
My hands fall of their own accord, grazing his soft skin and raising goosebumps. I stroke up and down his spine, along his sides, then finally over the round globes of his ass. He clenches, and I hum under my breath, kneading the muscles until he relaxes again.
“Are you ready to be spanked, bratty beta?”
Riley huffs, then wiggles his ass at me. I grin, knowing he can’t see it, and barely hold in a surprised laugh.
“Alright then. I think ten on each cheek should do it, or at least be a good start. What do you th—”
“A good start?” Riley gasps, attempting to push himself up and look at me.
“Good,” I say, pretending to misunderstand. “I’m glad you agree. Now, settle down and be a good boy for me.”
Riley huffs again but flops back to the bed with a grumble too soft for me to hear. I take that to mean he wants more than twenty, but we’ll see how he feels when we get there.
The first time my palm connects with his ass, my cock jumps between us.
“Harder, alpha daddy,” Riley says, need lining his voice. “Please.”
I’m glad they’re telling me what they want, so the next few are harder.
I keep a close eye on Riley’s reactions, both verbal and nonverbal, and soon enough he’s nearly humping my leg and leaning back into each swing.
I chuckle at the halfway mark, leaning down to drop kisses along his spine and up to his ear.
“You love this,” I whisper, relishing his answering groan and the way he pushes his butt back into my hand.
I knead his cheeks, taking the time to appreciate his exquisite form as my hungry gaze runs over every inch of him.
I dip my finger to tease his hole and he clenches again, rutting into my leg.
Our scents have filled the room, and I can’t wait for more.
I raise my hand again, increasing my speed for the next few, and Riley is moaning with each one now.
Somehow, we ended up holding hands, our fingers twisted together next to his face, and just as I’m about to rain the last few spanks to his ass, a soft gasp from the doorway has us both freezing.
My eyes lock onto Sage, her cheeks pink and lips forming a perfect surprised ‘O’.
I free my hand from Riley’s, twisting my fingers into his hair instead so he can’t turn to look.
An evil thrill runs through me at the power he’s given me with this perfect opportunity from Sage to torture him in return.
“Who—” Riley pants. “Is someone there?”
“Hmm.”
I don’t answer him, but I crook my finger at Sage, beckoning her to come closer. Her perfume fills the room in seconds, and Riley moans.
“Petal,” I purr. “Do you like what you see?”
Her wide brown eyes drop from me to Riley sprawled across my lap, taking in his naked skin and bright red ass cheeks. She licks her lips, and I clear my throat to regain her attention.
“Words, Petal.”
“Yes, Brooks,” she says, breathless.
“Would you like to join us?”
Riley whimpers, giving a weak attempt to wiggle out of my lap, but I hold them fast and their cock becomes impossibly harder between us.
“Yes, Brooks,” Sage says again.
“My perfect omega,” I murmur. “Take one step back.”
She does so, and I nod with a hum of approval.
“There, that’s perfect. Now, listen carefully.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and I go over the safe words Riley and I have already agreed to. Sage confirms her understanding, another spike of perfume swirling into the air around us as she clenches her thighs together.
“Take off your shirt, pretty omega.”
She inches it up and off, then I demand her pants and bra next. She follows directions beautifully, and I growl in appreciation as she bares her naked skin to me. Riley writhes in my lap, seeking any sort of friction or touch he can get.
“That’s enough, beta,” I say with a firm slap to his ass. “You’ll get what I give you when I’m ready. Don’t rush me or you’ll get nothing.”
He tenses, neck straining, but doesn’t protest. Sage bites her lip as her eyes dart between us.
“Now, Petal. Come sit here at my side, so Riley can taste you.”
“Oh fuck,” Riley murmurs, picking their head up to give Sage room. One of her legs rests against my back, and the other slips over Riley’s shoulder, her foot pressing into his shoulder blade as she maneuvers herself into a comfortable position.
“Beta,” I say, grasping a handful of Riley’s hair and turning their head so they can look up at me. “You treat her right, and you can come after she does.”
“Yes, alpha,” Riley gasps, pulling at my hold on their hair. I tighten my grip in warning, and they stop, letting me have control.
“Good,” I say, dropping a kiss to the top of their head—the only spot I can reach in this position. “Now, make our girl feel good.”
I use my hold on their hair to direct their mouth to Sage’s pussy, and her gasp of pleasure is like fire in my blood.
I squeeze one hand on Sage’s calf and her eyes dart to me, pleasure and excitement swimming in her gaze.
Satisfied that she’s good, I return my hands to Riley’s ass.
I palm each cheek and pull them apart, then slip one finger between to tease his rim.
Riley presses his ass up, wanting more, and I chuckle loud enough for both of them to hear, then tap his asshole lightly with my finger.
I knead both cheeks, gripping and massaging them, and Riley sucks in strangled breaths.
Sage has buried her hands in his hair and is holding him tight to her; I’ll need to keep an eye on that situation, make sure she doesn’t actually suffocate him.
Releasing my hold on him, I blow lightly across his reddened ass, delighting when goosebumps pepper his lower back and legs. Then I swing my palm, placing a fresh red mark on one cheek, then the other, over and over again until Riley is writhing and moaning, gasping and rocking against me.
“Not until she comes, beta,” I growl the reminder and Riley groans in response, tugging Sage’s hips closer as he buries his face in her pussy.
“Plshghioaweru,” he says, unintelligible gibberish pressed into Sage’s wet heat.
I’m not sure if it’s what he intended, but the vibrations from his muffled speech set her off. Sage cries out, tensing on the bed next to us and then gasping Riley’s name as she comes.
“That’s it. Just like that. That’s a good omega, a good beta,” I say, offering them both praise and encouragement. “Coming so beautifully, let me hear those cries.”
As Sage comes down from her orgasm, I slip my finger between her and Riley, using the combination of her slick and his spit to wet it, then I bring it to Riley’s back hole.
“Oh fuck,” Riley gasps when I press into him. “Yes, alpha. Yes, please.”
“You did so good for me,” I tell him. “So good for our girl. Come for me, pretty beta.”
I cup and massage Riley’s balls with one hand while my finger plunges into him, and then he’s the one crying out and clenching against me. He paints my thigh and the side of the bed with his cum, fingers clenched on Sage’s thighs still as he rides the waves of bliss.
When he’s spent and limp in my lap, I glance over to see Sage similarly limp on the bed beside us.
Joy flickers through me, and surprise when I realize my own pleasure comes from theirs.
I don’t want anything in return, and in fact, all I do want in this moment is to clean them both up and snuggle them to my chest.
So I do exactly that, cuddling my spent omega and beta, arranging their worn out bodies next to me so I can hold them both in my arms, one on either side of my chest. They each reach out a hand, twining their fingers together over my stomach as they twist their legs with mine.
My purr is a soft, satisfied rumble in my chest, lulling all of us into a relaxed stupor.