Chapter 40 #2
“Fuck you,” I growl, but it’s all bark. “I can take it.”
Cale smirks, all dimples and threat and glitter caught in his scruff.
“Love it when you get feisty, Thorne.”
Instead of turning to me, he goes for Aurora first—because of course he does. He hauls her back into his arms, kissing her like he’s starving and she’s the only thing left that tastes good.
It’s not gentle.
He lifts her right off my lap, spins her half-into his, and devours her mouth. His hand fists in her hair, dragging her head back so he can bite her neck, then goes back to her mouth, tongue fucking her until she makes a noise that’ll haunt my nightmares forever.
“Watch close, princess,” he mutters against her lips, low and lethal. “You’re not getting this again.”
She doesn’t flinch—doesn’t fucking blink. Just sits there, eyes blown, mouth wet, focused on us like we’re the main event.
Cale breaks away, finally, and looks at me. All the cocky bullshit is gone; we’re in predator mode now, blood and instinct, no going back.
I lean in. Don’t hesitate.
The space between us is nothing, and if I’m going to do something insane, I’m doing it on my terms.
Our mouths meet and it’s not a kiss—it’s a collision.
We’re fighting from the first second—teeth, tongue, Alpha-on-Alpha aggression that says I’m not backing down, not even if it costs me. Cale bites my lip—hard, no warning—and I answer by digging my fingers into the back of his neck until he gasps.
Aurora moans. Loud, unrestrained, like she’s two seconds from tearing us apart to get what she wants.
Cale pins my jaw with his hand, forces my mouth open further, and deepens the kiss. I let him, even as I fight for control, clawing back ground with teeth and tongue until neither of us is winning, just burning and taking and daring the other to break first.
It’s hot. So fucking hot I might pass out.
And Aurora? She’s not just watching—she’s trembling. Her thighs are slick; I smell it, Omega pheromones hitting so hard it’s almost visible in the haze of the chill room. Her eyes go wild, mouth open, breathing so fast I think she might combust.
I finally break from Cale’s mouth, both of us panting, lips wrecked, and for a second we just stare each other down, daring the other to say what’s next.
But Aurora’s done waiting.
She crashes into me—kissing me so hard my head snaps back, her hands fisting in my shirt, tongue shoving inside like she owns me. It’s a mess—hot, desperate, wet. No technique, no restraint, just pure animal need.
I want to eat her alive.
She turns to Cale next. He doesn’t even give her a second—just grabs her jaw and starts in, more controlled, less wild but no less intense. Their mouths meet over and over, making filthy wet sounds that would get us kicked out of three-quarters of the clubs in the city.
Cale finally pulls away, breathless, eyes half-lidded and focused only on her.
“You’re being far too naughty,” he says, tone gone dangerous. “What are you gonna do about it, Trouble? Make us lose our minds in here and hope nobody walks in, or you want to see how fast we can make you scream?”
Aurora grins, biting her lip, glitter smeared across her cheek.
“What if I want to be punished?” she purrs.
Cale’s eyes go molten gold—no humanity left, just Alpha, just hunger.
“You would, wouldn’t you? Princess wants to see how far she can push her Alphas before one of us snaps.”
She doesn’t even try to deny it.
“Come here,” Cale orders, patting his lap, voice so low it barely clears the fog in the room. “Get over my knee. Think it’s time we show you what happens when you’re too much.”
He glances at me—challenge clear in every line of his body.
“Maybe having Luca punish you is going to be a good sight to witness.”
Aurora licks her lips, eyes locked on both of us.
She rises—slow, deliberate, hips rolling like she wants to make us beg for it.
She sprawls across Cale’s lap, blue-glitter dress riding up high enough to expose everything, and smirks over her shoulder.
It’s not the first time I’ve been dared into something insane in the dark, but it’s the first time I *want* to lose.
And that’s the real danger.
I want to lose.
I want her to break me.
I want to see what happens when the brakes snap and all bets are off.
Cale’s hand finds her ass, squeezing, and the impact is a sharp, echoing slap.
Aurora moans—deep, shuddering, ready for more.
The next second he slaps her—sharp enough the sound cracks through the chill room like a starter pistol.
Aurora yelps.
Not the cute, flirty kind—the guttural, desperate kind. Her thighs flex, muscle clenching under skin, and she shoves her hips back for more.
He grins, half-evil, and strokes the spot he just marked.
“So greedy,” he says, voice a low rumble. “Could spank you all night and you’d still ask for more, wouldn’t you?”
He does it again—harder.
I see the pink bloom spreading under his palm, the way Aurora shudders every time impact lands.
Her legs are spread wide, dress bunched so high it’s basically a necklace now, nothing left to the imagination except the thin strip of fabric barely covering her.
Blue and silver glitter everywhere—on her thighs, on Cale’s jeans, dusted even across the pillows.
The room smells like her.
Like slick, sweat, want.
Every inhale is a direct hit to my spine.
Cale alternates—one hand gripping her ass, thumb digging in, the other smacking until her skin is hot to the touch. She moans louder, head buried in the cushions, hips rolling with each slap like she’s trying to catch every ounce of pain and convert it to pleasure.
“Look at this,” Cale taunts, glancing over at me. “Soaked through already. You’re a mess, Trouble—got your fancy panties all ruined and we barely started.”
He hooks two fingers under the band of her thong and pulls it up, then lets it snap back just for the sound.
Aurora whimpers, thighs clenching even tighter.
Then he tugs them down—slow, deliberate, making a show out of every centimeter. The fabric peels away from skin sticky with need.
“Now that’s how an Omega’s supposed to look,” Cale says, flicking his gaze to me. “Bet you want to taste, don’t you, Alpha?”
I want to snarl at him, to bite, to rip him in half for showing off, but the truth is I’m already moving—down on my knees, face flush with Aurora’s heat.
“Come lick this mess up,” Cale orders, voice all command now, no room for argument. “Your punishment, sweetheart, is to suck Luca’s cock when he’s done cleaning you up. Think you can manage that?”
Aurora’s answer is a choked sound—half-laugh, half-moan—but her hips are already wiggling back toward my mouth.
I hesitate—half a second, tops—just to pretend I’m not dying to do it.
Then I bury my face between her legs.
The first taste is always a shock—like getting hit with a wave at full speed, salt and fire and the punch of “mine” going straight to the brainstem.
Aurora’s slick is everywhere, thick and sweet and intoxicating, Omega scent tangled with the smoke and vanilla and gasoline until it’s all I can breathe, all I want to breathe.
I lick her—slow at first, teasing, just to watch her squirm. But patience is a myth and she’s already fucked up from the spanking, so I ramp it up fast—tongue plunging deep, then flat and broad over her clit, then back to sucking every ounce of slick she gives me.
Aurora makes noises I’ve never heard from any human—raw, fractured, desperate. Her hands dig into the cushions. Her back arches so far I think she might snap in half. Cale’s hand stays on her ass the entire time, sometimes guiding her, sometimes just holding her in place for me.
“God, yes, right there, just—don’t stop, don’t—” Her voice breaks on the last word, turning into a whine that only makes me hungrier.
I add a finger, then two—curled just right, massaging the spot that makes her sob.
Every time I pull back to catch my breath, Cale lands another smack, sending her straight into orbit.
This is what I crave.
The loss of control, the way she shatters under my mouth, the pride in knowing no one—*no one*—can do this to her but us.
The orgasm hits her like a crash at the apex—sudden, violent, impossible to slow down. Her whole body shakes, thighs clamping around my head, and she screams—loud enough I know we’re going to get complaints, if not applause, from the other side of the wall.
I don’t stop.
Not even when the aftershocks threaten to tear her apart.
I lap up every drop, tongue soft and slow now, worshipping her until she’s limp and panting.
Finally, I pull back—face wet, mouth aching, but so fucking proud of the mess I’ve made.
I stand—knees shaky, self-control in ruins—and unbuckle my belt. My cock is so hard it hurts, leaking and angry and red at the tip.
Cale strokes Aurora’s hair, soothing her down from the high, but his eyes are on me, sharp and triumphant.
“Ready for your next punishment, Trouble?” he teases.
Aurora barely manages a nod, shifting to her knees with slow, deliberate grace. Her glitter-smeared face is flushed, lips swollen, eyes locked on my cock like it’s the only thing she wants.
She opens her mouth—wide, greedy, tongue out.
I don’t tease.
I feed it to her—inch by inch, watching her lips stretch, feeling every muscle in my body go rigid as she takes more and more of me.
The heat, the pressure, the look on her face when she gags a little then powers through—it’s enough to make my vision go black at the edges.
Cale holds her shoulders gently, steadying her, but also keeping her right where we want her.
“That’s it,” he encourages, voice gone hoarse. “Take all of him. Show Luca how good you are—show him how much you love being used.”
Aurora moans around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me.
I grip her hair, not hard, just enough to control the rhythm.
Start slow, savoring every inch. She sucks me in, tongue lapping at the head, then deeper, until the wet sound of it fills the room.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this—utterly undone, yet still in control, still knowing exactly how to drive the two of us insane with every flicker of her mouth.
I can’t speak.
Can barely breathe.
Every instinct—all the control I’ve spent a lifetime building—fractures as I watch her swallow me down. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she moans like it’s a gift.
Cale runs his fingers down her spine, praise and encouragement, eyes never leaving mine.
“You miss this, don’t you, Thorne?” he taunts quietly. “Miss having an Omega on her knees for you, desperate for your cock.”
I want to deny it—want to growl that I’m always in control, always above this kind of animal need—but the truth is painted all over my face, all over my body.
I’ve missed this. The violence of it.
The surrender.
The way Aurora can bring me to my knees even when she’s the one kneeling.
She goes faster—hungry now, messy, spit and slick everywhere.
I lose it—cursing, hips bucking, letting the rhythm take over until she’s choking on me, eyes brimming with tears but so fucking proud to take everything I give.
I’m almost there—right at the edge, every nerve ending screaming. I want to hold out, want to see how far she’ll go, but she beats me to it, nails digging into my thighs, suction so intense I see stars.
I come undone—groaning, hips jerking, filling her mouth with heat and want and months of craving. She swallows every drop, never breaking eye contact, glorying in the mess she’s made of me.
When I finally pull out, she licks her lips, grinning up at me like she’s just won the goddamn Monaco Grand Prix.
“Good girl,” Cale says, voice velvet and steel. “That’s what happens when you’re too naughty. One of your Alphas has to fuck your mouth until you remember who owns you.”
Aurora just laughs, throaty and wild, and sits back on her heels.
The three of us—wrecked, tangled, glitter smeared and sweat-soaked, high on everything we shouldn’t be—look at each other and know:
There’s no going back…and secretly… I never want to.