Chapter 7
roxie
I lean back against the locked door and watch as my Alpha strips Blair like she’s unwrapping something she’s wanted for a long time.
His shirt hits the floor first. Then his slacks.
The bratty little Omega who ran his mouth at me this morning is almost quiet now, his pupils blown wide.
He looks… submissive. Soft. Like he’s finally run out of smart-ass things to say.
Sol drags her own pants down her hips, steps out of them, and seats the strap-on with a firm click of the harness. The clear silicone cock juts out, the fake knot thick at the base. Blair’s breath catches audibly, his chest rising and falling a bit faster.
She turns him around, bends him over the desk, and drives into him in one smooth thrust.
Blair’s desperate moan cracks through the office.
His hands slap flat on the wood as Sol’s hand lands between his shoulder blades, holding him down while she starts fucking into him.
My goddess of an Alpha has fucked me like that a million times, but it’s a whole other ballgame watching her do it to someone else.
Sol glances over at me, her eyes darkening with lust. “Get on the table, baby.”
I don’t hesitate. I shove the baby-blue dress up around my waist, hop onto the edge of the desk right in front of Blair, and spread my thighs. The cool wood hits the backs of my legs. I’m already wet from watching them and from the way Blair’s scent is flooding the room.
Blair doesn’t need telling twice. He dips his head immediately, his mouth hot and eager on my pussy. His tongue drags through me, the silver ring in his lip catching just right against my clit. I cry out as I fist a hand in his dark curls, my hips jerking forward to meet his face.
Every one of Sol’s thrusts pushes him deeper into me. Blair shakes between us, muffled moans vibrating against my cunt.
“That’s it, Reyes,” Sol purrs, “Eat her like you mean it. You’ve been dreaming about this pussy all day, haven’t you?” She snaps her hips forward, driving the strap deeper. “Good boy. Take it. Let her feel how much you love getting fucked while your tongue is buried in her.”
Blair whimpers, the sound broken and perfect. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue working frantically while Sol rails him from behind. I’m shaking now too, heat coiling in my lower belly as the bundle of nerves there starts to pull tight.
Sol keeps talking, filthy words slipping between her lips. “Such a good little Alpha, Roxie. Let him taste how wet you are for this. He’s shaking so prettily between us, isn’t he?”
I cry out again, louder, my thighs clamping around Blair’s head as I come hard against his tongue. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through it, desperate for more as Sol picks up her pace. Then his body goes taut, a low moan falling from his lips that morphs into a high-pitched whine.
Blair suddenly slumps forward a little, forehead pressed to my thigh. “Again,” he gasps. “Fuck me again—please—fuck me again—”
Sol and I both laugh at the same time, neither of us surprised that Blair wanted more out of this.
She leans down, presses a kiss to the back of his neck, and starts moving again.
I stroke my fingers through his sweaty curls, still catching my breath.
Looks like the brat finally found something he can’t talk his way out of.
And we’re nowhere near done with him yet.