In Control (In With The Pack), page 12
I squeal at the idea and lift my hips, allowing Gabe to wriggle my underwear down my legs.
I’m bare for them both, my arse exposed in the air. I should feel vulnerable and yet I don’t. Despite being the beta in this arrangement, I feel as if I can wield as much power as either of them. That I can make my demands, take what I want. They’re both needy for me and willing to give me what I want.
Liam opens my legs and Gabe nestles between my thighs. His nose knocking against my sensitive arsehole as he laps his tongue through me, hitting my clit and circling my entrance.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs, his plush lips vibrating against me. I’m already wound up, sensitive from the spanking, and it takes only a few flicks of his tongues and my legs are shaking around his head.
“This is so fucking good,” Liam mutters, and I wriggle against his hard cock, manoeuvring my arms until I find his fly and dip my hands inside his trousers. He groans when I wrap my fist around his cock, and I stroke him, stroke him as Gabe flicks at me harder, and the tension in my core breaks, bliss spiralling through my veins and my body jolting about in Liam’s lap.
“Hmmm, I like when you come on the end of my tongue, pretty little thing,” Gabe says, scrabbling up onto his knees.
“Let her come around your cock next, Omega.”
“But you–”
“I want to watch the two of you together,” Liam says, lifting me off his lap and onto my feet, Gabe following after me. Liam sits there, his cock in his lap, hands coiled around his shaft, eyes wild.
“You want him?” he asks me and I glance at Gabriel, his face even more golden in the lamp light. He’s so beautiful and I can’t help remembering how gracefully he moved across the stage, the strength in his thighs, the force of his rhythm.
I’ve never wanted to fuck a man more.
“Yes,” I say, stepping towards the omega, “if he wants me.”
Gabe nods and I reach up on my toes to kiss him, my hands making quick work of his shirt buttons. I yank it away and swim my hands over his smooth chest, trailing my kisses to his neck, and sucking and licking until he’s groaning.
He’s pulling at my own top next, hands inside my bra, squeezing at my tits and tweaking at my nipples.
“Your tits are so soft,” he mutters and he trails his fingers around my stiff nipple until I lose track of what I was doing to him and throw my head back, eyes drifting shut.
I fumble at his clothes and he does the same with mine and soon we’re both standing in front of each other, completely bare. I take a step back and let my eyes roam over his beautiful body. The faint line of a scar runs across his belly and a selection of inks sprawl across his pecs and down his torso ending above the light fuzz that frames his cock. His cock itself isn’t as large as his two alphas’, but it bends in a manner that has my mouth watering in anticipation and as he stands and observes me too, he glides his hand through his slick and coats his dick in it.
He beckons me forward and when I’m standing right in front of him, he sweeps my hair over my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
“You still want to do this? You don’t have to just because he wants it.”
“I want you,” I whisper back. “I want you as well as him.” I nibble against his ear. “But only if you want it too.”
He has his hands hooked under my backside without another word, backing me up against the wall and thrusting inside me as I wrap my legs tightly around his middle.
“Shit, yes,” Liam says, from the couch. “You’re both so damn hot.”
I wasn’t sure what it would be like with an omega. With alphas it’s been powerful, brutal, unrelenting and unforgiving. They fuck like they were born to do it. Like nothing else matters in the world.
But an omega. Maybe I thought he would be gentle, more passive.
But Gabriel is strong, and though his rhythm is slow and careful, each thrust inside is powerful; the omega using his entire body to fuck me.
I match his pace, bucking my hips against him and meeting every thrust, clenching around him, and gripping his shoulders, driving my heels against his arse and dragging him in deeper.
I forget we’re being watched, forget we’re putting on a performance.
I’m too lost to this dance, our two bodies working together.
He leans down to whisper in my ear again, words for just the two of us.
“You feel so good! I can see why you have my two alphas all in a tangle.”
“I … I …” I stutter but I can’t get the words out.
Gabriel looks towards his alpha. Then braces one arm beside my head and fucks me even harder.
Liam stumbles from the sofa towards us. Arm resting against the wall, he kisses his omega, sloppy and wet, and then he twists his head and kisses me too, his hands finding my tits as Gabriel continues his thrusts. Pounding me against the wall.
When we come together a moment later, Gabriel’s strong grip finally gives way as he loses himself to the feeling, the two of us tumbling to the floor in a pile of sweat and come.
“Shit,” Liam chuckles.
I peer up at him as I pant hard, and this time it’s me who beckons, beckons him down towards me, lying out flat on my back and parting my thighs for him. He doesn’t need an invitation, ramming inside me. I’m wet, from my arousal and Gabriel’s come, and he slides into me, all the way in until he’s seated himself. Then he lifts my leg, increasing the angle so I’m forced to take more, and fucks me like something possessed. Like he wants to remind me he’s as good as Gabriel, that he can make me feel as good, like he’s reclaiming my pussy.
Gabriel curls up beside us on the rug, his eyes bright as he watches his Alpha fuck me. I search for an inkling of doubt, of jealousy, but I can’t find any. Not now anyway. Maybe that is something which will come later, when the heat of the moment dies away.
Liam mutters strings of expletives and I know he’s close, his pace faltering. But I can’t give him that final thing. I can’t take his knot, so with a long lingering kiss he withdraws from me and his attention flips to his omega.
Maybe now’s the time for me to feel that stab of jealousy. To feel used.
I don’t.
There’s only unbridled lust swimming in my gut. Watching them fuck is one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I’ve had my threesomes before. But I’ve never seen two men fuck before. Never seen an alpha and an omega together.
I watch as Liam comes, his head dropping forward, his eyes scrunching shut and his mouth falling open on a strangled grunt. He plunges deep inside his omega, whose face morphs to bliss as he takes his alpha’s knot, the pleasure clear as it swims across his face. They fall into each other’s arms, laughing and kissing and holding each other.
And now I feel it. Now I feel that jealousy, because as fun as this was, as wild and passionate, I’ll never be able to experience that.
I’ll never be able to take an alpha’s knot.
* * *
My bed isn’t built for three people, especially not when one of those people is a giant alpha, but somehow we make it work, snuggling up together and falling asleep in an entangled and exhausted heap. Gabriel snuggled between Liam and me.
At some ungodly hour of the morning, Liam creeps from the bed despite his omega’s best efforts to tempt him back under the covers.
“I have an early surgery,” he says, peering down at us both, looking like a man who just had his heart torn out. “Any chance you might still be here when I return?”
Gabriel yawns, and pulls me closer against his body. “Nope, we have things to do today.”
“We do?” I ask.
“We do.” He winks. “After I’ve fucked you again, I’m taking you out for breakfast and then we’re going shopping.”
“You don’t even know if Sophia likes shopping,” Liam says, with a pout as he buttons up his shirt.
“I’ve seen how this woman dresses. She obviously likes shopping.”
“I do,” I say, snuggling against him and watching Liam. I sigh as he pulls on his trousers. “Are you sure you can’t bunk off? Pull a sickie or something?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me, sweetheart,” he says, bending over the bed to kiss us both.
“Oh, I’m more than willing to tempt you,” I purr.
He groans and marches towards the door. “Patients,” he says. “I have patients,” and he slams the door behind him.
Gabriel laughs.
“Were we cruel?” I ask.
“It’s the best way to be with alphas. Now, back to sleep. I need my beauty shut-eye.”
I wake again much later to the smell of coffee. I drag my eyelids open and find Gabriel climbing into bed with two takeaway cups and a paper bag.
“You went out?” I ask, stretching my arms over my head.
“I figured we needed something dark and bitter to start the day and as my packmate Esra isn’t around …”
I laugh and fluff up the pillow behind me, sitting up next to Gabriel and taking the piping hot coffee from his hands. “Oh, it really is dark and bitter.”
“I had a feeling that might be how you like it.”
“I wish I could argue with that, but I can’t.” I take another long sip, the caffeine hitting straight into my blood. “What’s in the bag?”
“Intrigued are we?”
“Yes. Let me guess? Something full of sugar. You omegas are known for your sweet teeth.”
“We are, but unfortunately my personal trainer doesn’t allow it. Even these would cause him to have a heart attack, but we deserve a little spoiling.” He shakes out two croissants. They’re warm and I sink my teeth through the buttery pastry.
“So,” he says.
“So,” I repeat.
“How are we feeling about last night?” I lick a flake of pastry off my lip and grin. “Can I take it you have no regrets then?”
“I don’t really do regrets.”
His warm eyes swim around my face and trail down my neck. The path of his gaze warms my skin. “I like that.”
“Do you have any?” I ask, placing my cup down on the bedside table.
“No,” he says, holding my eyes. “I’m hoping there will be plenty of opportunities to repeat last night.” He peers over the top of his cup at me and then places it on the table too. He’s back in his shirt and jeans from last night and all of a sudden that seems a mighty shame.
“We could repeat it right now?” I say, crawling towards him.
“Without Liam?”
“Does Liam have to be here for us to do this?” I ask seriously. I’m still feeling around in the dark for the boundaries here, for the outline of the rules.
“No, he doesn’t. This is an us thing. You and me, Sophia.”
“Good,” I say, swinging my leg over his waist and coming to straddle him. I undo the buttons of his shirt and he simply sits back and watches me, a beautiful amused smile resting on his lips.
“Are you a spoiled omega after all?” I ask. “You like being taken care of.”
“Variety is the spice of life, mon chéri. Sometimes I like to be cared for, sometimes I like to care.”
“I think it’s time for me to take care of you,” I purr, scraping my nails down the planes of his smooth chest, down his taut abdomen and to the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitches as I unloop the belt buckle and unzip his fly. He’s not wearing any briefs underneath and with two sharp tugs, I force his jeans down his thighs. Then I stare at his lap. His cock with its glorious bend, stands waiting for me, hard and stiff, and there’s enough of his slick I won’t need any lube.
I take him in my hand and stroke his soft skin as I shuffle forwards on my knees.
“Hmmm, I like this,” he murmurs.
“What do you like about it?” I ask.
“How gentle you are,” he croons and I wonder if he craves this. He’s been at the mercy of alphas, of his packmates for all this time. Of strong grips, tight fingers, hard thrusts. Maybe I can give him something different, something he needs just as much.
I continue to stroke him between my legs as I lean in to kiss him. A slow, lingering kiss, barely touching his wet lips with mine, designed to tease him.
When he starts to grow restless, his hands landing on my waist, I rise up on my knees, lining him up below me and then sinking down onto him.
He lets out a strangled cry and I lick my tongue down his jaw and his neck, skating it along his collar bone.
“Move,” he gasps. “Fuck, Sophia, move.”
I wait a heartbeat before I do, and then I circle my hips in an excruciating pace that tortures me as well as him, his cock hitting every live wire inside me.
His right hand slides up my body, tracing my figure as I continue to grind into him, and halts at my tits. Here he skims his fingertips over my nipples making me cry out with the electricity.
His other hand skims around to my arse cheeks and finds my tight hole. He strokes at this too, carefully adding a finger inside me. I cry out again.
“You like that, huh?” he asks, continuing to play with me, cupping and squeezing and tweaking and probing. I increase my movements, rising up and down his shaft, up and down, up and down, until I’m bouncing on his cock. “Two holes, little beta, two holes to play with, now just think what we could do with those.”
The bed rattles. The headboard slams against the wall. My tits bounce in his hands and his jaw grows tighter and tighter.
I brace myself against his shoulders, working so hard, sweat pools along my collar bones and rolls between my breasts. The pressure inside me builds as I fuck him harder and harder and harder, and then, finally it breaks, the two of us coming together, his hot spend flooding inside me as I clench and convulse around his cock.
I collapse into his arms and he holds me, panting as I regain my breath.
Finally, he rolls me back, still seated on his cock, and sweeps damp hair from my face. Unlike his alphas, his cock is softening.
“What’s it like,” I ask him, “to be knotted?”
He eyes me with suspicion. “Why do you ask? You want to try it?”
I scoff. “I’m a beta.”
He captures a bead of sweat rolling down my chest on his tongue and sweeps it away. “There are ways to train a beta to take an alpha’s knot.”
I stare at him. “Are you insane?”
He glances up at me. “What, sweetie pie? You think you were the first beta that ever got curious?”
“No, but it sounds … dangerous.”
“I wouldn’t know.” He traces the line of a love bite Liam left on my neck last night. “A knot is mind blowing, Sophia. Fucking mind blowing. It’s like …” his green eyes swivel around as he searches for the words, “oh fuck, I’m bad at words. I could probably show you much better in a modern dance interpretation.” He laughs and tries again. “It’s like being ripped apart, completely and truly destroyed, until there’s nothing left of you, and then slowly, carefully, rebuilt, every single molecule. It’s like being reborn.”
“Shit,” I laugh, “that sounds intense.”
“It is. It’s the best orgasm ever.”
“No wonder you omegas go gaga for it.”
“I don’t know if it would be the same for a beta though.”
Involuntarily, we both peer down at his lap and I shudder.
“You don’t fancy that, huh?” he leans in to whisper in my ear. “How about the double d?”
“Hmmmm.”
He chuckles. “Is that a yes?”
“It could be.”
He chuckles harder, flipping me onto my back and caging me with his arms. “Enough teasing me. Time to get up. Go get a shower.”
“If you join me.”
“Fuck,” he shakes his head. “Your appetite is nearly as big as mine.”
13
Roman
I promised to drive Gabe to his performance this evening, but it takes me all fucking day to track him down. He didn’t come home last night and neither did Liam, plus he’s not answering his phone. My anxiety levels are spiking and the only thing preventing me from tearing through this city in search of him, is the flutters of happiness I keep catching through our bond. Not just normal Gabriel contentment, off-the-charts excitable happiness. It tastes like giddiness and rapture. I wonder what the hell he is doing and who he’s doing it with.
It’s in strong contrast to the tension that’s been plaguing our house. Tension that’s finally coming gushing to the surface. It’s why I’m working late more than I need to, working clients’ cases longer than I have to. But even when I’m out of the house, I can still feel that tension vibrating through our bond.
When we first mated, those bonds were always open. We couldn’t get enough of each other, feeding off one another’s emotions, good and bad. The tiniest inkling that my omega was unhappy, I’d be rushing home to make it right. These days our shields are raised more often than they’re down. It’s for the best. I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of my packmates being with someone outside the pack. Unlike the others, I’ve never wanted that. I always like it best when it’s just the four of us, focussing on one another, wallowing in each other.
A spike of jealousy sears in my chest. Whoever is making Gabe feel this way isn’t one of us. One of the alphas. I don’t think we’ve made him feel like this for a long time.
I’ve tried, but he’s been so distant since everything went wrong. As for Esra, he blames himself and anyone can see things have shifted between him and our omega. Liam just bundles on as always, unaware.
And now things are even worse.
I’ve hardly seen Esra since Sunday morning. I’m not sure if he’s even been at home to sleep. Liam and Gabriel insist he’ll come around, that, in Gabriel’s words, “he’ll get over his temper tantrum and calm the fuck down”. Neither of them are prepared to back down about the girl.
Is that who Gabe’s with? Esra’s student? The beta?
Eventually, when I’ve worn away the floor in my goddamn office, Gabriel finally answers his phone.
