Chapter 50
CHAPTER
FIFTY
MARCH
EASTON
Alisa is laying on my chest in our bed swing, her eyes glued to the computer screen. I’m streaming the news as they count ballots for the next mayor of Savannah. Mayor Aletto fought dirty by bribing voters with all kinds of things, while Lyle simply continued campaigning and meeting with people.
I think Mayor Aletto’s time is ending. Even if some of the elite in this city tend to look the other way when people need help, not everyone is willing to do that.
Lyle made his case to the elite, and then started speaking with the rest of the city.
Sometimes you have to get the attention of the people who will financially back you before you’re able to get down to brass tacks.
Regardless, I think he’s made an impression.
We’re not having a viewing party outside of our pack because we’re burned out. Whatever happens, happens at this point.
Alisa shifts slightly against me, a small noise escaping her lips.
“How is that butt plug treating you, baby?” I ask softly.
“It’s getting harder to ignore,” she whimpers.
Alisa has been wearing a plug to keep her thoughts from drifting. It’s pretty effective, though it also increases her libido. Lyle almost lost his mind when he found out she goes to the cafe with her buttplug in to write.
I kind of love it.
Troy started wearing one in solidarity and I’ve started calling them the Butt Plug Brats. If I can get Lyle’s blood pressure up, I will go after it with a single minded ambition.
My hand drags up her torso and squeezes Alisa’s breast, smiling as she sighs heavily with desire. Silas has champagne chilling on ice for Lyle’s win, but I’d much rather celebrate in Alisa’s nest. ‘Congratulations, Mr. Mayor, let me suck your dick’ has a fantastic ring to it.
“Easton,” Lyle growls.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease him. Alisa whines, setting off Troy as he palms his cock. All I can smell is her arousal, and I’m glad Doc isn’t here.
“Two goddamned minutes,” Lyle begs. “They’re announcing soon. Otherwise, I’m going to say fuck it.”
“Does this still mean we get fucked?” Troy breathes.
We’ve all been careful with him. We ask more often to see if he’s comfortable with where things are going, but none of us have gone near his ass outside of fingers. We’ve shared Alisa together, and Troy watched us fuck each other into our girl.
Alisa hasn’t had another heat recently, but I think they may simply be less frequent because of all the trauma and mistreatment in her past.
“Do you want to be fucked?” Silas asks. While he sounds distracted as he watches the screen as they count votes, his nostrils are flaring in interest.
“Yes. God, yes,” Troy groans. Alisa smiles as she looks at him, and he leans over Lyle’s body to kiss her. We’re all in casual laying-around clothes, knowing we wouldn’t have to company tonight.
Lyle slides his hand under the waistband of Troy’s sweatpants, and I can tell the exact moment he tugs on his butt plug.
“Can you wait or are you going to be a brat about it?” he asks.
“How much longer?” Troy complains, making me chuckle.
“One minute,” Lyle says, pulling Troy’s pants down. “Lay your head in Alisa’s lap and I’ll give you something else to think about.”
“Is he getting the spanking I’ve been dreaming about?” Silas asks.
“Fuck. Why do I want it now?” Troy asks, laying his head in Alisa’s lap. This also means he’s closer to me. I rub his back as I watch Lyle play with the plug.
“I’ll be able to knot you soon,” he groans. “You’re definitely getting your ass filled with cum tonight though.”
“Daddy. Please,” Troy gasps, hiding his face.
Lyle’s hand rises, his eyes moving over Troy’s juicy ass. Despite his retirement, he still works out regularly and we’re teaching Alisa how to skate. We’ve been busy campaigning and connecting with our pack.
Troy will always be able to skate circles around us. We like to pretend we can keep up, but it’s a losing battle and someone always needs their knees iced after.
Lyle’s hand against Troy’s skin rings through the night air, and our alpha’s sharp gasp as he’s pushed into Alisa’s lap makes her whimper.
“Fuck. You hit hard,” he moans.
“Remember that when you’re a bad boy,” Silas says affectionately, smirking as he glances at Lyle. “Again. He needs four more.”
“Color?” I ask.
“Green,” Troy mumbles. “I won’t be sitting tomorrow.”
“Not only will you be sitting, you’re taking Alisa to her water aerobics class,” I chuckle.
Alisa doesn’t enjoy running. Not even a little bit. Instead, she attends a class at the rec center once a week and loves it. The older women there don’t do small talk. Instead, they tell her how pretty she is and ask her about her pack.
It’s adorable, and Alisa gets along with them well.
Lyle’s hand massages the heat into Troy’s skin before he spanks him again on the other side.
“Daddy,” Troy groans. “You had to move your hand?”
“Can’t have you go numb,” Silas grins. “Almost there. They won’t stop talking. Dammit. Just tell us!”
“Of course they’re dragging it out,” Lyle says, spanking Troy twice more in quick succession. “Is that better, baby?”
“Mmphuck!” Troy’s fingers dig into the sheets on the bed, and I can’t stop smiling.
“Just one more,” Lyle purrs. He begins to pull out the plug and Troy wails as he burrows his face in Alisa’s body.
“Our alpha is making you feel good, huh?” she whispers. “Such a good boy, baby. Oh. You need to come…”
“Oooh. Not when you’re being punished for a long list of brattiness,” Silas chuckles. “Hold out and Lyle will rearrange your insides with his cock.”
Troy gasps for air as Lyle pulls the plug free, filling his ass with his fingers instead. Lyle glances up as his name is spoken on the stream, and his lips curve in pleasure.
“I think I’m the new mayor of Savannah.”
“Alpha!” Troy yells as Lyle pulls his fingers free and spanks him once more, and his hips grinding into the mattress for much needed friction.
Silas leans forward toward the computer, reading the writing on the screen before he nods sharply.
“You won, Lyle.”
“Can we go to my nest now?” Alisa asks, her chest heaving. I push her chin up to look at her eyes, and see that they’re wide with desire.
“Are we riling you up, baby?” I tease.
“God, yes. I need someone to fuck me.”
Silas gets up smoothly, grabbing the champagne bucket as he shuts the computer. It’ll be safe out here until I come to collect it later.
“Let’s reconvene,” he smirks.
Troy groans as he gets up, stepping out of his pants as he walks.
“I should take the butt plug with us,” Lyle chuckles, pocketing it as he rises.
“God, yes,” Alisa giggles, following as we all begin to walk to her nest. We left the door unlocked to allow ourselves the ability to finish celebrating there. “Doc will tell us not to leave our toys behind while we have breakfast in the morning otherwise.”
We all hide our smiles because she’s not wrong. Our breakfasts together have been how we all start our day now.
Clothes drop to the floor as soon as we enter the nest, and I lock the door behind me before I crawl onto the mattress.
“Alisa, lose the plug, baby. I need to bury my cock there.”
Our girl gets on her knees and drops her head to the mattress, giving us a front row seat as she reaches her hand between her legs and begins to pull out the plug.
I watch as she pushes out, and my jaw drops at how fucking sexy she is.
Her pussy lips are puffy, and the hair she’s starting to leave because she’s embracing her body, curls with the evidence of her arousal.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper. Alisa is very flexible, and Troy crawls to our girl to eat her pussy. The sounds of his lips and mouth as he sucks and licks her out are fucking pornographic, and his ass cheeks are a brilliant red from his spanking.
“How do you feel about a wedding proposal?” Lyle growls under his breath.
“I’d say it’s about damn time,” Silas breathes.
“Ahhh. Alpha. Yes!” Alisa screams as if to an unasked question as she sprays her release across Troy’s face. He kisses her pussy before helping her pull the plug free, and Lyle drags him away to lick his face clean.
“Mine.” Laying down, I roll Alisa onto her back while Silas grabs lube and a vibrator from the hidden compartments in the headboard we added last month. Troy built it with me, and the pretty quilted padding on it hides all kinds of fun things.
I hook her knees over my arms and pull them up to spread her wide, while Troy lays down beside me, biting his lip as Lyle spreads lube over his cock.
I wouldn’t be able to stop staring at Lyle either.
My alpha’s strong arm flexes as he strokes his cock, and his silver hair is a mess over his forehead as his eyes move over Troy.
Oh yeah. They’re going to be fun to watch tonight.
Silas pours lube over my cock, enjoying the way I moan as he strokes it for me. Alisa whines as Silas guides the weeping tip of my dick to her puckered hole. He watches as I push my way inside of her ass, his breathing getting faster as I stretch her even more.
“Goddamn. I need a taste of your sweet cream,” he growls.
“Alpha,” she moans, her head digging into my chest as he begins to eat her pussy. I move my feet until they’re planted firmly on the mattress and thrust up. “Alpha!”
“We’re right here, Little Fighter,” I growl. “You’re stretching so well. The plug made your hole gape just enough to take me.”
“God, your mouth,” Troy moans.
“Lift your legs and hold them,” Lyle says to him. “Under your knees. I want to see your hole while I fuck it.”
Silas smiles against Alisa’s slick skin as he listens to Lyle. We are dirty alphas, and they love it.
Alisa moans as I pump into her ass, and Silas gets onto his knees to join me. His hands press down on her hips, causing her ass to start accepting my knot. Neither of us were expecting the plug to prime her this much, and Alisa squeals.
“I love that your tight ass knows how to take what it wants,” Silas murmurs. He drags his cock through her arousal, his eyes on the pretty flush covering her skin. “Can you take more, Little Fighter?”