Chapter 21 #3
“Not tonight, beta,” Spencer says. “You know what to do.”
The alpha’s tone isn’t a bark, which holds a biological power to make those submissive to him comply almost instantly. Instead, there’s a powerful quality that seems to speak directly to the beta’s brain, lulling him into a different kind of obedience.
Freddie strips off his own shirt and pants, leaving only his briefs on, before he situates himself against the headboard right beside me.
His usual chaos gremlin demeanor slips away, and in its place, an eager man ready to please his alpha. The usual Freddie twinkle in his eye still remains, though, reassuring me that he could still be ready to stir shit up at a moment’s notice.
“We agreed we’re not taking things all the way until everything is just right,” Zak explains as he hands the dark purple scarf to Spencer. There’s the same dominant air to him that I experienced in my office. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t explore other avenues of pleasure.”
Freddie grins, wiggling even closer until his skin brushes mine. “Very mature compromise, gentlemen. No notes from me.”
Spencer rounds the bed to Freddie’s side and makes quick work of tying the beta’s hands. His movements are swift and rough, but Freddie seems more than comfortable, letting his wrists be restrained tightly in front of him.
Zak’s attention stays on me as he dangles the lavender scarf in front of me, letting my gaze latch on as he closes in until the material grazes my face. He gently explores my skin with the scarf, teasing me with the light sensation of being stroked by silk.
He moves the scarf around my neck and then down my arm.
His eyes search mine. Looking for permission to continue.
Zak and Spencer might be the alphas in control of our pleasure, but never without our consent.
I nod with a soft smile, reassuring him to continue.
He goes to work, wrapping my wrists together with practiced ease. When the knot is snug, there’s a ghost of a smile on his face while he admires his own work. The knot is so neat that I’m incredibly impressed. This isn’t the sloppy work of a hobbyist.
Zak is obviously a true rigger, the kind of man who loves to bring rope into the bedroom and practices the craft with reverence.
Now this is my idea of kinky fun.
“Comfortable?” Zak asks.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer instantly, reverting again to the nickname that feels so natural.
A purr comes from deep in his chest, and my panties soak with slick in response.
He presses a kiss to my lips but pulls away much too soon and moves to the end of the bed.
Spencer meets him there, and my mouth goes dry as they undress each other with such sensuality that I think I might spontaneously combust.
Once completely naked, their mouths meet in a clash of teeth and warring tongues. Their hands wander all over each other, touching everywhere they can reach.
My whimper seems to break through the fog of their teasing each other.
Spencer gives the other alpha a lazy grin. “Zak, why don’t you let our beta choke on that cock while I taste our omega?”
YES.
Zak moves to Freddie’s side of the bed instantly, his speed putting his athletic prowess on display. He grabs the beta by the ankles and drags him until his legs are draped over the edge of the bed, and then he climbs onto the bed to straddle Freddie’s chest.
Freddie doesn’t get the chance to make any of his usual smartass comments because his mouth gets stuffed quickly with Zak’s thick cock. Zak pushes himself into Freddie’s mouth until his knot nearly rests against Freddie’s lips.
“Such a warm hole for me, beta,” Zak praises. “I’m not sure if I prefer your mouth or your tight ass more.”
Freddie’s head bobs enthusiastically over Zak’s cock to blow him until the alpha grips his hair tightly enough to hold him in place.
I actually think I could have an orgasm just from watching them.
Freddie mumbles something with his mouth full, and when Zak pulls him off, there’s a string of saliva that follows.
“What was that?” Zak asks with a raised brow.
“I said you’re an expert tight end,” Freddie repeats himself, and because he has zero self-preservation, he smirks and adds, “Daddy.”
The last word barely leaves his mouth before Zak fills it again.
Spencer tears my attention away from the other two by dragging me opposite Freddie on the bed, our heads nearly resting against each other.
He shoves my arms up, and Zak must do the same for Freddie, because soon our tied hands lean against each other, leaving us completely to the mercy of the alphas.
“Need to taste you, omega,” Spencer says before taking my lips in another kiss. He breaks it to ask, “Is that okay?”
My head moves up and down eagerly, and he rewards me with another soul-snatching kiss.
His lips move down, traveling over my neck where he pauses to nip, and we both groan. I know we’re both picturing him marking me there. It reminds me of Freddie’s neck mark, and I know now that must be Spencer’s.
Freddie and I could have marks that perfectly match…
When Spencer reaches my chest, he lifts my shirt up over my bra and then lowers the cups of my bra to pull a nipple through his teeth. The bite of pain lights my body on fire.
And when he finally dips his head, grabbing my hips to pull me closer and groaning over my scent, I make a sound that’s more animal than human.
He drags my pants down my legs and over my ankles, but he doesn’t bother with my panties. Instead, the fabric rips easily in his grip. Those strong quarterback hands are multi-functional tools.
I cry out when his tongue runs over me, licking and devouring as if I’m the best meal he’s ever had.
Behind me, I can hear the telltale sounds of someone spitting, then Freddie’s muffled groan.
Spencer’s fingers enter me, adding to the pleasure his tongue elicits from me.
I want desperately to touch him, too. I want to beg that they forget about their little no-sex-until-we-find-a-home rule. I want them to fill me up and knot me into oblivion.
But I don’t say anything, because I hear the grunts and groans behind me, letting me know that both Freddie and Zak have found the finish line.
The sound is enough to take me to my own peak, screaming out with my own release.
Spencer licks and sucks and nips me through it, only stopping when I’m shaking, and my thighs are soaked. Then he stands, showing off the way his face shines with my slick.
I lay boneless, watching as he presses the impressive length of his veiny cock against my clit. He doesn’t move lower, even if I want him to; he just rubs himself against me. His hand is squeezed around his knot as he thrusts his hips forward, groaning as his cum covers my pussy.
Okay, that’s hot.
I’m exhausted in the best way, my limbs heavy and my eyelids drooping closed. I barely notice being cleaned up, untied, and tucked into the center of the bed.
“Thank you,” I manage to mumble in a sleepy whisper, drifting off as my pack surrounds me.