Chapter 6
blair
I push the office door open without knocking because my brain is still stuck somewhere between “I just spent twenty grand” and “Sol nodded at me like she owns me.”
The sight that greets me stops every single thought dead.
Roxie is perched on the edge of Sol’s desk, baby-blue dress straps already fallen down both shoulders.
One perfect tit is completely out, nipple hard and dark against her warm skin.
Sol’s hand is wrapped around Roxie’s throat, thumb pressing just under her jaw, and her tongue is deep in Roxie’s mouth like she’s trying to claim every inch of her.
They’re half a kiss away from fucking right there on the desk.
Roxie’s legs are spread, dress rucked up high, lace panties discarded in a little black pile beside her hip.
I freeze in the doorway, hand still on the knob. What the fuck.
I won Roxie. I won her. She’s supposed to be mine for the night.
But Sol’s tongue is in her mouth and Roxie is moaning into it like she’s starving for it.
Their scents slam into me all at once until the whole office reeks of pure, possessive Alpha.
Slick blooms between my cheeks, soaking my briefs in seconds.
The Omega fog rolls in thick and fast, making my thoughts syrupy and slow.
I take one shaky step closer and that’s when I see it. On the upper curve of Roxie’s exposed breast, right where the dress strap should be, there’s a healed bite mark. I’m torn between disappointed and suddenly more excited that this night could include both of them.
Sol pulls back just far enough to look at me over Roxie’s shoulder. Her dark eyes are blown wide, that severe brow arched like she’s been waiting for me to walk in on this exact scene.
“Are you going to do something about that thing between your legs,” she muses, a growl dripping at the edge of her words, “or are you just going to stand there smelling up the place?”
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out except a strangled, “Wait—you two—but—”
Roxie’s head turns toward me. She doesn’t look embarrassed. She looks hungry.
Sol sits back in her office chair, one arm still draped possessively over Roxie’s thigh, and grins.
“Sweetheart,” she says, “you thought you were playing a game with two pawns. But you’re playing a game with two queens.
And funny enough, you’re just the lucky little subject we chose to end up in our bed. ”
My brain short-circuits so hard I can hear static. Roxie hops off the desk, dress still hanging off one shoulder, and walks over to lock the office door with a soft, final click.
Sol stands up, steps around the desk, and silently curls two fingers at me. “Come here, Reyes.”
I move before I can think. My feet carry me across the room until I’m standing right in front of her.
She’s taller than me in her boots, broad-shouldered and calm in that terrifying way she gets right before she drops someone on the mat.
I’ve never seen either of them like this.
Roxie was so dominant with me this morning, all locked-in control and growling commands.
Sol is always the picture of professional restraint.
Right now, they both look like they want to ruin me.
Sol’s hand comes up and settles on the back of my neck.
“I’m breaking nearly every rule in the book right now,” she says quietly.
“Or I would be, if Knotlocke actually bothered to write them down. Seems we’re a little lucky in that department.
” Her dark eyes search mine. “The real question is… how much do you want this, Blair? You’ve been trying to get into my pants for a year. What if I want into yours?”
I swallow hard. My cock is aching, pressing painfully against my slacks, the piercing dragging with every tiny shift of fabric. Sol reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out a small silk bag and then hands it to me without a word.
I open it with shaking fingers to find a clear silicone dildo, with a swollen knot at the base and two leather straps dangling off the end. My mouth goes dry as a low, helpless moan slips out of me before I can stop it.
Sol stands up fully now, towering over me, and rests her hands on my hips.
“I have this fantasy,” she murmurs, “of fucking this bratty little Omega while my Alpha sits on his face. Tell me, Reyes… are you game?” She tilts her head, eyes dancing beneath the seriousness she usually keeps on her face.
“Or should I call it a night, let you take my little Alpha to dinner like a proper gentleman, and then have you drop her off so she ends up right back in my bed where she belongs?”
Roxie comes up behind me without warning. One hand slides around to palm my cock through my slacks as the other arm wraps around my throat from behind. My mind completely whites out.
“Fuck me,” I choke out, voice wrecked and desperate. “Please—fuck me. Both of you. I don’t care how, just—please.”
A slow, predatory smile takes over Sol’s face as she takes the strap-on from my numb fingers and sets it on the desk.
“Good boy,” she purrs.
And for the first time in my life, I think I might actually pass out from how badly I want something.