Episode 28 Taming of the Beasts
My agreement ends on a squeak when I’m unceremoniously dragged by my ankles until I’m laying flat on my back, blinking up at the sheets draped from the ceiling. My bowl of dessert is magically gone from my hand, along with the rest of theirs.
“No sex,” Sythe orders to a round of muttered protests from his pack. “I mean it. No sex. Not here. Not like this. Not when the lights and cameras could come back on at any moment or a production assistant could come knocking on the door.”
I battle back the disappointment because he is right. I don’t want the first time we fuck to be here. Like this. With the threat of Lulu or Marshall strolling in unannounced.
“He’s right,” Grieves grunts out. “Ren deserves more than a quick furtive fuck for our first time.”
“I mean, there’s something to be said for a furtive fuck,” I argue, even though I agree with him.
A hand pushes the hair back from my face.
“Not for our first time, cor mea,” the prince says gently.
“But later, during an interminably long event? You can bet your ass I’ll drag you into a closet and fuck you as furtively as you want.
Send you back to the party with my cum dripping down your thighs. ”
I blink at the image of that, of everyone being able to scent him on me, and knowing what we just did. “Forsythe.” I barely recognize the need dripping from my voice.
He chuckles low and deep. “Should have known you’d be filthy, Ren.”
Hands glide up my legs, caress my thighs for a moment then hook into the tops of my socks. “Can I?” Thayer asks. “Want you naked.”
I hesitate for only a second before I nod. Then realizing he can’t see me, I choke out, “Yes.”
I feel Forsythe shift away from me, feel him move to the entrance of the nest blocking it with his big body, and I have the feeling that he’s putting himself between us and the camera situated there, pointing into the fort. If the cameras do come back on, all they’ll see is his back.
It both warms my heart and forms a little crack in it. He’s all but saying he’s going to watch but not participate. Protect, but not engage.
Hands move over my body in the dark, stripping my clothes, until I’m naked and stretched out between them.
Grieves moves behind me, tugging my against his bare chest. The feel of warm skin on mine makes me moan. He chuckles against the side of my head, even as he slides a hand under my knee and pulls my leg wide, hooking it over his thigh.
“Grieves,” I protest, but I’m not sure why. Probably because I feel like I should be at least a little ashamed of how much I want this.
The alpha just hooks my other leg over his and then spreads me wide for the viewing pleasure of his pack. Even in the dark I can feel their hungry gazes.
Court lets out a groan that sounds ripped from the depths of his soul and crawls between my spread legs trailing kisses up my inner thighs, my hip bones, my stomach, my breasts. His tongue laves one nipple then the other, teeth sinking into the soft flesh with a feral noise.
“Bloody perfect,” he grunts against my skin, dragging his mouth up to my pulse point. Teeth nipping hard enough that I gasp.
“No,” Forsythe growls and a second later Court’s being dragged away from me, his eyes wide in shock like he hadn’t expected it. “Tonight isn’t about us.”
“I’m not trying to make it be,” Courtland protests. “I just want to make her feel good.”
My toes curl as a flush of warmth steals over my chest and up my neck, following the path he laid out in kisses against my skin. “You do make me feel good, pretty boy,” I tell him hoarsely. “Just being around you does it for me.”
The look he gives me is enough to make me whimper.
“I think our beta deserves the first taste, yeah?” It’s framed as a question, but we all know Forsythe isn’t asking. He’s participating in the only way he feels he can, by dictating what everyone does.
Piers blinks up at him and then back to my spread thighs wet with slick. “Really?”
“Lick her, Piers,” Grieves orders. “Make our little omega moan.” The order, though not directed at me, caresses my clit, making my toes curl in anticipation.
“Make her gush,” Court adds, ratcheting up my need.
“Make her come,” Thayer growls.
“Be a good boy for us.”
Piers leans closer with every order from his pack, wedging his shoulders between Grieves’ thick thighs. But he still pauses, breath puffing over my aching clit, looking up at me for confirmation that I want this.
“Wait,” I say. Everyone pauses. Grieves goes so still under me that I’m a little worried he stopped breathing altogether.
Disappointment flickers over Piers face and I can tell he thinks I’m going to deny him, maybe shuffle him to the side and make him watch while his alphas take over.
I hate that he expects it, even now, from me. I shake my head.
“No, Piers, Dimples… it’s not that. It’s just we haven’t even kiss-” My words cut off as he lunges up, his mouth slanting over mine as a purr shudders out of the alpha under me, vibrating through my body and setting me alight.
In all the times I imagined kissing Piers—and believe me, it’s been a lot—I never thought it would be like this, so hungry.
Though maybe I should have seen it. He’s starving for affection, for connection.
I know he’s said his pack loves him behind closed doors, but he wants someone to love him in to open too.
God, I wish I could be that person for him.
I’m not sure the world will let me though.
Still, I kiss him back just as hungrily, just as desperately, tongues touching and retreating, until it slows down, goes from something hot and fiery to a softer burn.
My hand cups his cheek, stroking. Our teeth nip and our tongues gently soothe the sting.
With each press I try to convey to him what I grown to feel for him over the last few weeks.
The warmth in my heart whenever I see him, talk to him, touch him.
I see you, I tell him over and over and over.
“Fuck,” Court groans. “You two look so fucking good together.”
“Prettiest sight in the whole world,” Thayer agrees easily, stroking a hand down his beta’s spine.
Piers shudders and pulls back, mouth swollen and red, leaving his forehead pressed to mine. “Little bird,” he murmurs, before dipping to press one more kiss to my lips. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
I swallow and nod. “Okay.” As if I would ever turn down an offer like that.
The grin that crawls over Piers’ face is wicked and makes my already rapid heart rate pick up. My hips shift of their own volition and Grieves makes an agonized sound.
Court chuckles. “Doing okay there, mate? You look like you’re ready to blow.”
“Maybe because I fucking am,” he rumbles beneath me.
When I tip my head back, Grieves looks like he’s in pain. Jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. “Bruiser?”
“I’m okay, bubbles,” he grits out. “You’re just so fucking beautiful, and I have the best fucking view, right down your body to your gorgeous little pussy. Just trying like hell not to come like a teenager in my pants.”
“So, take off your pants,” I blurt out. I freeze embarrassed, but then I think, why?
It’s what I want. It’s what they want, and my needy, greedy little omega wants them to enjoy this as much as I am.
I look around at all of them. “I mean it. You’re all wearing far too many clothes. Take them off, please.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Court says happily and when I look at him, he’s already stripped out of his shirt and is pushing his shorts down his legs.
“No sex,” Forsythe reminds everyone again.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. ‘Yes, daddy. We know. Not here.”
His eyes flare hot. “Not here, omega.” There’s a promise in his voice. Not here, but elsewhere. After this is over when the cameras aren’t a factor. Then we can fuck like bunnies.
Grieves shifts me on his lap, all but throwing me onto a wide eyed Piers. A second later I’m back on Grieves, in the same position as before, but this time his hard, hot cock is nestled between my ass cheeks.
A whimper pulls out of me at the contact and he growls, teeth nipping the shell of my ear as his thighs spread wider, making mine do the same. “Make our omega grind her sweet little arse all over my cock, Piers,” he orders.
The beta takes a second to toss one smirk in my direction and then dives between my legs.
I moan at the first swipe of his tongue.
He does too. Looking up at me like he’s surprised by something.
But then he makes a hungry noise and he licks me again, keeping his gaze focused on me, like he’s reading my reactions, figuring out what makes my toes curl the most.
And over the next few minutes I realize that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He licks and sucks and nips and flicks over every inch of me, catalogues my reactions and then moves on.
Though what exactly he’s discovering I can’t say for sure, because all of it feels good to me, from the lightest of touches of his tongue to the harder more aggressive bites.
Everything makes me squirm and cry out and buck against him.
“Please, Piers,” I pant. “Please. More. I need more.”
“You heard her, beta,” Forsythe growls from where he’s still positioned in front of the camera. “Give her more.”
The blunt tip of his finger circles my entrance,before slowly pushing inside. I suck in a sharp breath and so does Piers.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, working his finger slowly in and out of me. “Too tight.” He looks up at me with soft eyes. “It’s been a while since you let anyone touch you like this, hasn’t it?”
If this was anyone else, I’d be embarrassed as the question, maybe I’d even deny it. But this is Piers and so all I do is nod tightly. “Yes.”
A pleased sound falls from all of the males in the room, and Piers gently kisses my hip crease. “Thank you for trusting me with this, little bird. With you.”