Yes, sir.
jac
He didn’t just say what I think he did? Did he?
My ears are ringing, slick is starting to drip into my panties, my cinnamon roll perfume is slowly seeping out of my every pore the longer we do this. Have I ever smelled this strong? Oh my god.
I shake my head locking eyes with Monty. He spoke the words and now I’m too stunned to look anywhere but at him.
Anderson nudges me, pulling my eyes to him. Lust written all over his face as his pupils dilate. Like the idea of me playing with myself is all he can picture right now.
“Words Jac. We need your words.” Monty demands while keeping all his attention on me. His Alpha pheromones dominate the space and the Omega in me is eager to obey.
He’s going to be trouble for us.
“I mean, I haven’t even had sex outside of a bed. What do you think?” I quip, trying to not fall into the simpering mess that my body is begging for me to become. I have to hold out just a little. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.
“Omega.” Monty growls, just enough that I perfume more, as slick continues to drip out of my core. “I need your words, because I’m about to ask you to do something, and I need to know you’ll behave.”
As he finishes the sentence I hear quiet growls as if in surround sound. Well fuck me, here comes the simpering mess.
“No Monty, I’ve never put on a solo show before.” I say demurely as I snag the tequila and take a small sip from the bottle.
“Good. You’re going to put one on now. For us.” Monty states as he leans back against the couch. Widening his thighs into that annoyingly sexy manspreading that Alphas love to do when they sit anywhere.
I spit the tequila out at his words. “I-I’m sorry. You want me to do w-what?” stuttering, I look around the room.
Taylor has a shit eating grin on his face, like this was his plan all along. Anderson is trying to smother his chuckle behind his hand. Luke is in utter shock as he stares at Monty.
“You heard me, Omega. I want to see what makes you wet. I want you to teach us what turns you on. Because I’m guessing no Alpha has ever been able to satisfy you.
” His eyes never leave my face, yet I can feel the others’ moving all over my body.
I am preening over this attention and overjoyed that someone finally wants to know what makes me purr.
Literally.
“Uhm. Wait here.” I abruptly stand up and sneak past the men into my bedroom which doubles as my nest. The barn loft is big, but not big enough to have a separate nest space.
I move to my oversized king bed and kneel down to pull out the worn cardboard box of toys from underneath.
I never did let Trent know I had them, but I always brought one or two out when he was away.
Riffling through the contents, I find the ones I’m looking for before pushing the box back into its hiding spot.
I linger by the edge of my nest for a moment.
Allowing my thoughts to settle, to take a breath, then standing up, I make my choice.
I head back to the lion's den, or maybe the Alpha’s den.
When I enter the living area I see that some of the guys have shifted around.
Anderson and Monty have moved more towards the middle on my giant sectional couch, while Taylor and Luke are still sitting in their end seats.
They’ve left almost no space for me to sit, but as I walk around the back of the couch I see why.
My coffee table has been shifted towards the windows, and my favorite fuzzy blanket has been laid out on the floor, with several throw pillows, in the middle of the empty space that they all now face.
With the toys hidden behind my back in one hand, I reach for the remote on the side table with the other and turn on some music from my favorite dance playlist. Sound begins to flow through the speakers around the apartment.
As the base notes played, I set it back on the table.
Looking at Monty, I’m entirely terrified but oddly exhilarated.
The look on his face makes me feel as good as I do when I’m lost in a dance, there is nothing but pure lust in his gaze.
My gaze travels to the other men and I see the same expression across all their faces.
Here goes nothing.
Thank goodness for the liquid courage coursing through my veins and the scents that float about the room. If not for those, I’d probably think twice about this as I drop the two dildos, well technically three, onto the blankets.
All eyes immediately drop to the toys as they hit the blanket.
Growls of lust fill the room. Quickly, all their gazes lock back on to me as I face them from the middle of the blanket.
The sun sets slowly behind us, framing all the men in a beautiful golden glow.
I stand there in awe of their beauty, my mind drifting away with me.
Luke speaks up first, interrupting my staring.
“Uhm. Angel, where are you putting all those?” he sounds nervous, and aroused. It has me entirely too excited to show him.
Taylor and Anderson share a look and something tells me they know exactly where I plan to put all three of these magical dicks and their knots. Yes I mean the fake ones currently laying on the floor...
For now.
Monty shifts, moving his hand across his lap to adjust himself. When he moves his hand, I can see the outline of his bulge and my heart starts to race. If he’s packing that, what do the others have hidden?
Looking at my toys, I make a mental note that I might need to upgrade in size, or I am most definitely going to be ripped in half.
“Omega, you can’t show us much if you’re still clothed.” Anderson rasps from his corner spot. When I look at him, I see that signature smirk on his face. The one that I know leads to dares and pushing the limits. He tried every opportunity he got that summer.
“Would you like to help Alpha?” I reply, throwing a little whine at the end, knowing that it will drive his instincts crazy.
As I thought, Anderson leans forward keeping eye contact with me as he licks his lips, words getting caught in his throat.
His citrus scent consumes my senses, as he nods.
I make to move towards him, when I’m stopped abruptly.
“Crawl to your Alpha.” Monty growls.
Slick pools in my panties as Monty’s rumble and campfire scent draw all my attention.
Okay, so he is definitely the dominant one in this pack.
I’d been unsure between him and Anderson, they both exude dominance but with different attributes.
Anderson is extroverted, talkative, outgoing with all the confidence.
Monty is more reserved, a man of few words, with an air of darkness to him.
I could see them both as pack lead but in this moment, as Monty looks at me then pointedly at the ground, I know it’s him.
He’s leaning back, both of his arms spread across the back of the couch. His eyes follow my every move as I sink to my knees then my hands, pushing my ass out for Luke right behind me.
“Yes sir.” I purr at the bossy Alpha, and he is exactly that at this moment. We’ve only just met, yet I know for certain that I would do absolutely anything for this man. Anything.
I look at Anderson, who’s also leaning back on the couch.
He too has widened his legs, making just enough room to crawl right in between them.
My eyes never leave his as I move across the blankets to his feet.
I settle between his thighs, resting my hands on his knees, tracing my eyes up his body as I kneel there.
His pants frame his long muscles legs to perfection, the outline of his cock has my pussy dripping with anticipation.
He’s fucking huge. One of his hands moves towards me, veins running along his skin and up his arms to where his sleeves are rolled at the elbow.
I want to trace my tongue along his skin.
His fingers slip along my jaw, tracing along towards my lips.
He pauses, thumb lingering on my bottom lip.
Looking up, I don’t see him look at me, but rather towards our pack leader.
Anderson looks to Monty, seeking permission.
He must receive the approval because in the next moment he’s reaching for me.
His hands snag at the hem of my baggy hoodie, dragging it up and over my head with no hesitation.
I don’t have anything under the hoodie, except the very delicate lace bra that does absolutely nothing to hide my very perky, very pierced nipples.
One delicate black bar runs through each nipple, framed by black jewels on either side.
Everything stills as the tension in the room grows thick with their scents. I hear a mumbled ‘fuck’ to my right and turn my head to see Taylor gripping his own dick through his sweatpants. I’m fairly certain I’m drooling now as I see his size through them.
Anderson grabs my chin, not allowing my attention to sway for long.
“Eyes on me when I’m stripping you, Runaway."
He moves his fingers up from my chin, and slowly he begins tracing my lips again. His thumb lingers on my bottom lip, and I can’t help myself this time. I part them and pull his thumb in, running my tongue along the edge. His pupils overtake his icy blue gaze as he growls a raspy “fuuuck.”
Popping his thumb from my mouth, he gives my cheek a light slap causing my pussy to clench on nothing, aching to be filled.
My eyes tracked him as his hand dragged all the way down my front to the button on my pants.
He makes quick work of it, eventually using both hands to start slipping my pants over my hips.
Another set of hands slips around my waist before I realize anyone has even moved.
Luke is now behind me, lifting me off the ground to my feet.
He leans me against him as Anderson continues to undress me, lifting my feet gently to slide each leg out.
Luke leans in, his face making a direct line for the crook of my neck.
His lips trail up my skin to my ear as he whispers, “be a good girl for our Alphas, Angel.” His fingers drift to my nipples giving both piercings a sharp tug before tracing around my breasts then dipping back to my hips.
I release a whimper, as he continues to hold me against him.
Anderson is sitting there staring at Luke and I for a moment, before removing my panties.
As he does he pushes me back into Luke’s built frame, my ass brushing along his equally sizable cock.
Said Beta leans me forward off his chest, dragging one hand up my spine to the clasp on my bra, quickly unhooking it.
The next thing I know, Luke’s sitting down again, and I’m standing in front of all four men entirely naked as their hungry eyes take me in.
I twist from where I stand between Anderson's legs, Luke blushes as I move but his eyes never stop scanning my form.
Taylor groans from my left, fist coming to his mouth in an attempt to not overdo it, I think.
Monty glances at Luke, a smile on his face as he catches the Betas' reaction to me.
“Okay Wildfire, let’s see what you really like shall we?” It’s Taylor who speaks, but my eyes stay on Monty. I am keenly aware that he’s running this show, even though I’m the one performing.