Alphas of Seduction

by Victoria Blue

  I can’t get the words out fast enough. “I want it. Please.”

  He doesn’t miss the way I look back at Scarlett as I speak, though, and he keeps himself still at a visible cost, his fingertips slowly denting the flesh of my upper thigh. “You two are something to each other,” he points out in a low voice. “I’m not here to fuck things up.”

  Scarlett brushes some hair off my forehead, her voracious expression growing tender. “This won’t fuck anything up for me. But tell me if you feel differently, Snow, and I promise I’ll have only you in my bed for as long as we’re together.”

  I don’t want that—not at all. From the moment Camille smugly informed me that Scarlett was poly, I’d been fascinated with the idea. Not solely because I wanted to have sex with her—though I did, desperately—but because it was like hearing about a missing piece of yourself, like finding a key to a door that had been locked so long that you’d forgotten entirely that the door was even there.

  Once Camille told me, I knew.

  I wanted sex the way Scarlett did. With a surfeit of bodies, with so many hands and mouths and limbs that it was like being in an ocean of sensation, like drowning in it.

  “It only feels like more to me,” I murmur to them both. “Not like it can take anything away. Please. Please.”

  Liam lets out an exhale like he’s been waiting his entire life to hear me say please, and the bearishness is back full force as he moves over me. A big hand reaches down to make sure I’m still wet and open, and then I feel the blunt heat of his penis at my entrance.

  “Hold on to me,” he grunts, and I do as he says, grabbing on to his tremendous shoulders as he wedges the tiniest bit inside.

  “Oh!” I gasp and he freezes.

  “You’ve had a cock before, right?” he asks.

  “Y-yes,” I say, wriggling a little bit against the heavy stretch. “But not one that’s big like you.”

  A grunt, easy to read. He likes that.

  “You squeeze me when it feels big,” he says. “Got it?”

  I clench his shoulders in response, and he nods. And then he pushes with his hips again, his thick flesh slowly breaching mine. Above me, all muscle and beard and longish hair, he’s like some kind of pagan god claiming his due, and next to me, Scarlett is like Aphrodite herself, teasing and toying with my breasts and leaving coy little kisses along my hairline and around the shell of my ear.

  She tells me how sexy I look with my pussy parted by somebody else’s flesh, how much she likes seeing me squirm and arch with mindless, shameless want. How much she likes watching my fingers dent the firm flesh of Liam’s shoulders because then it’s like she can see how big he feels inside me.

  Her words carry me through the raw bite of Liam’s flesh trespassing into mine, and finally, with a ragged growl that seems to delight Scarlett, he pushes himself to the hilt and collapses over me.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Too tight. Don’t wanna come yet.”

  I writhe underneath him, trying to adjust to his girth and length.

  “Feel him deep?” Scarlett coos from next to us.

  “So deep,” I manage, my head tossing. “He’s practically in my belly.”

  “No ‘practically’ about it,” Scarlett says, sliding a hand between Liam’s body and mine and then pressing hard below my navel.

  I squeak.

  She laughs.

  Liam buries his face in my neck. “You’re not helping my problem,” groans our bear.

  “I have faith you’ll get hard when we need you again,” Scarlett announces, and then I hear the sound of her hand sliding appreciatively down his back and over his ass. Wherever it goes after that sends him growling against my neck. “Go ahead and pump her full of come. I want to see how much you can spend.”

  “Witches,” he breathes, his hips giving an involuntary sort of thrust. I feel it all the way into my chest. “Hexing me.”

  A gleeful smile from my friend. “Then I hope you’ll get your revenge on us.”

  Liam gives up. I feel it the moment he does, the very moment all control leaves his body and he surrenders to his basest drive—to fuck me and come inside me and claim me with sweat and heat as he does.

  Except it’s not just me he’s claiming, or maybe it’s not only me being claimed. Scarlett is everywhere as he levers his body up and pumps into me like an animal—she’s kissing him, kissing me, her mouth is hot on my neck and my nipples, her fingers are stroking along Liam’s thrusting thighs and ass like a woman inspecting her prize stud.

  But then he has fingers hard and big around her jaw, bringing her in for a kiss that makes me flush with prurient heat to watch, and he growls, “Fuck your pussy with your fingers. Get it ready for me,” and Scarlett listens. She obeys. And I decide the best part of having a full bed is getting to see every facet and face of your lover. There’s no hiding behind routine or assumed roles, there’s no chance to. If I were alone with Liam, would I ever get to see him breathlessly avow being hexed as his ass gets fingered? Alone with Scarlett, would I ever see the merry surrender in her face as she lets someone else take charge?

  “Finger Snow, too,” Liam rasps. “Make her come.”

  Scarlett wastes no time. It’s the first time I’ve felt her slim little hand on my wet flesh, and the feeling after wanting it all these months is deliriously good. Ecstatically exquisite. She knows just the way to trap my little bud between her fore and middle fingers, and just the way to rub and circle after she does.

  “Your pussy feels so sweet,” she whispers in my ear. I can see her fingers pumping wetly in and out of her slit as she rubs my own. “I knew it would. I knew it would feel so good to touch.”

  That’s all I need. Scarlett and my bear, her fingers and his substantial organ, her filthy words and his animal grunts. I come again, thrashing against the pillow and moving so much that Liam covers my body with his own again, pinning me to the mattress and forcing me to take his cock even though the pleasure is so unbearable I want to scream.

  I do scream.

  “Can’t take it,” Liam grunts, the relentless piston of his cock turning frantic and irregular. “Need to come in you.”

  And then his entire body goes rigid, and with a ruthless bite to my neck, he comes with a series of jerking throbs. The heat of his semen sears me, even through the latex, and I know there has to be so much of it, that he’s filling the condom so very full of seed right now, and the mere thought of it prolongs my orgasm even more, squeeze after squeeze, as if my body is trying to wring even more from his balls.

  He collapses again on me, sweaty and breathless and spent, rolling off far too soon. I think I could lie there forever with him on top of me, his cock still jolting inside me, his breath on my neck and his weight crushing me into the soft bed.

  But after he goes to the en-suite bathroom and gets rid of the condom, he comes back out with a still-erect cock, and I know we’re nowhere near the time for rest yet.

  Chapter 6

  Liam

  I’m insatiable.

  A wolf in the snow. A bear after winter.

  I need to fuck.

  Snow is a sexily adorable flop of sated limbs and heavy eyes, and Scarlett is still insouciantly fingering her swollen pussy when I emerge out of the bathroom with a cock that still needs attention. It aches and bobs as I walk, and my thoughts are no less clear for having just drained my dick into a tight pussy mere moments ago. I need to fuck more and more and more, and as long as Snow and Scarlett let me, I’m gonna.

  Maybe it’s almost dying, maybe it’s just being with these two angels who are so warm and so sweet, but when I walk over to get another condom, I find myself thinking I could get used to this. Not for the night, not even for the week, but for the long haul. For as far as I can think ahead.

  Something about their pretty eyes blinking up at me as I approach makes me think they might feel the same way.

  It would be easy to split the girls into two different roles: Scarlett the temptress, who’s spre
ading her legs for me before I’m even gloved in latex, and Snow the sweet girl, who looks like a thoroughly debauched virgin right now.

  But even after only some time in bed with them, I can tell it’s not that simple. Snow is surprisingly impulsive, the first of us three to say out loud what she wanted, and she was all fingernails and screams as I rode her pussy. And Scarlett’s little provocations tell me that the siren is eager for a person to take charge of her, that she finds power sexy from either vantage. As someone who owns his own business—land, stock, everything—I know how welcome it is to lay down a burden from time to time.

  “I want to be on top,” Scarlett says coyly as I roll on my second condom. She gets to her knees, plucking coquettishly at her nipples. “I want to ride you.”

  I gaze at her as steadily as I can—although I’m so hungry to fuck I’m practically growling with it—and I note the sparkling light in her eyes. She’s teasing me again.

  I growl.

  “You really want that, angel? Or do you want me to ride you? Fuck that pussy to kingdom come?”

  Her hands still on her breasts, her lips parting. “Oh.”

  “Me driving between your legs and Snow sitting on your face. What do you think, Scarlett? Think you’re ready to be honest with me?”

  A flashing grin. “Well, a girl has to try to save her pride and all,” she says. She moves to her back in a graceful movement that leaves me harder than ever. “Not sure how sexy it is to admit that I want to be railed into next week.”

  “I think there’s enough pride in simply feeling good,” I point out as I climb the bed and lift Snow into my arms like a limp, gorgeous doll. Scarlett peers up at me with curious eyes as I knee-walk over to her. “Now stick out your tongue for Snow to sit on.”

  Snow is squirming to get out of my arms as soon as she realizes what I’m doing, and she doesn’t need any help from me to straddle Scarlett’s face and lower her pussy onto her lover’s waiting mouth. She arranges herself so she’s facing me, and then she reaches back with one hand to grab the headboard as Scarlett gives her well-loved cunt a nice big lick.

  I get ready to mount the beauty in front of me, giving her pussy a quick knuckling to make sure she’s still wet enough.

  “Please,” she moans against Snow’s folds as I flick a finger over her clit. “Oh, please.”

  “Yeah?” I grunt, replacing my finger with the tip of my cock and rubbing her everywhere with it. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” she says impatiently. “Please.”

  Someday in the future, I’m going to teach this angel how to submit for real, how to let go and just enjoy having her body loved on, but I can feel the heat of her through the condom, I can feel the tiniest hint of clasp when I gently nudge against her hole, and I can’t wait any longer. Not like this, not watching her lap eagerly at Snow’s pussy, not watching Snow’s tits bounce and sway as she rocks over the other angel’s face. Not with heaven only a thrust away.

  I thrust.

  A gentleman would have taken more care, maybe, would have eased his way inside, but I’ve never been a gentleman, on this mountain or off of it, and I’m certainly not now. Not when my blood is boiling and these angels are so willing and my cock is aching like it’s never been handled before.

  And anyway, there’s no way I can regret it when I see how deliciously Scarlett arches, sticking her pert little tits into the air and whimpering up into Snow’s pussy. Not when I can feel every thick inch of me all snug inside her tight cunt.

  “Fuck, you’re big,” Scarlett mumbles as she tries to breathe. “Jesus wept. Big.”

  “All for you, angel,” I grate out as I give her another thrust and she moans. “This big body is all for you.”

  I ride her hard after that. Her pussy is tight, but it’s wet as hell, and I rut into her with all the strength I have, rocking the bed and sending Snow’s slender fingers grabbing on to my shoulders for balance. She pulls me into a fervent kiss, and I’m fucking her mouth with my tongue when she comes. She scrambles down off Scarlett’s face, and before I can even wonder what she’s doing, she’s pressing her own face between Scarlett and me.

  There’s a puff of warm air and then the tickling sweetness of her tongue along the top of my cock as she begins to lap at Scarlett’s pouting little clitoris.

  “Oh, shit,” Scarlett whines. “Oh, fucking shit, Snow. Snow! God!”

  We come together, her violent spasms milking the come right out of my body, and I fill the condom with hot lashes of seed, fucking through it all as if I were really pumping her full like a man intent on claiming. Like a bear, an animal, breeding with a mate.

  I bite off the thought with a growl to myself, because if I let myself think much along those lines, I’ll need to fuck both of them all over again. Hell, maybe I will anyway.

  I clean up in the bathroom and then return to the bed, where I make myself at home and then pull each of the angels into my chest, where they nestle like little doves. We don’t share any words, we don’t negotiate space or need to find extra blankets and pillows. I am their pillow, they are my blankets, and we know nothing about each other except names and the noises we make as we come, but yet we fall asleep anyway in a cozy tangle free of regret.

  Chapter 7

  Scarlett

  I wake up to light, so much light, pouring in through the windows like water. Underneath my cheek is the steady and reassuring warmth of Liam’s chest, and I can see the scatter of braids along his stomach signaling Snow’s presence on the other side of him.

  I sit up, feeling a pleasant bite of soreness between my legs as I do, and squint out the windows. On the other side of the glass, the world is glaringly white, filled with drifts and hummocks of snow. It looks beautiful…and cold. Forbidding. But on this side of the glass, I have a warm mountain of a man and my crush snuggling under a pile of down blankets, and it’s too tempting to resist going back to sleep.

  So I do, snuggling back in with Liam and Snow, and my last feeling before I drift off is a feeling of deep and contented relief that the snow is too high for Liam to leave…

  When I wake again, I’m alone in the bed.

  Someone’s taken the time to straighten the covers around me, though, and the smell of bacon wafting through the air is enough to satisfy any inner grumbles about being left behind. I push out of the bed and wander naked into the large living area.

  “There she is,” Snow chirps from atop the counter. She’s in fuzzy socks, sweatpants, and sweatshirt that slumps off one shoulder, and she might as well be wearing a ballgown, that’s how luminous and stunning she looks to me.

  Liam’s got his back to me as he works at the stove—his naked back, sculpted and tight and perfect—and his equally sculpted and tight ass is being hugged by a pair of my dad’s pajama pants. It would be funny if it weren’t so fucking cute.

  And if he weren’t making the most perfect breakfast food in the world.

  “We saved the good bacon for you,” Snow says as I walk in. Her eyes linger appreciatively on my body and my nipples tighten up even more than they already were in the chilly air.

  “What she means is she’s already eaten all the bacon she wanted,” Liam says, turning to face me, a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. It does nothing to domesticate him—his features are as fierce and wild as ever. I get the feeling he’s eaten next to a fire in the woods as often as he’s eaten indoors.

  And his expression as he takes in my naked body is downright feral. Before he turns back to the stove, I see that monster of a cock stirring against the fabric of the pants.

  Yes, I’m very, very relieved he has to stay.

  It’s funny. I’ve been in plenty of polyamorous configurations, I’ve been in beds with four and five and even six people. I’ve been in poly relationships that lasted only as many hours as it took for everyone to come, and I’ve been in poly relationships that lasted for months and months. And not a single one of those relationships do I regret, and there’s not a single person I
’ve loved or fucked who hasn’t been special to me in some way.

  And yet walking into this kitchen with these two—Snow in her fuzzies and Liam in borrowed pajama pants—feels like the most important moment of my life. It feels like coming home, like destiny, like some part of me was constructed at birth to be in love with these two people—and I’m so, so aware that I know fuck all about Liam, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Not to the balloon of hope expanding inside my chest.

  Liam clicks off the stove, tucks the kitchen towel in a neat fold over the oven handle, and then takes the plate of bacon to another counter, where he has bread and peanut butter waiting.

  “What about eggs?” I ask, because I know we have some. Snow and I had stocked up for well over a week’s worth of food.

  “It’s too late in the day for eggs,” he replies, as if that settles it, and then he makes us all peanut butter and bacon sandwiches, which he serves with a tall glass of milk and a cup of coffee. It’s not exactly a fluffy omelet covered with diced cilantro and perfect crescents of avocado, but as we sit around the table eating his bear-man food, I think I can’t be happier.

  Snow

  I decide just to say it.

  Liam’s in the kitchen, cleaning up after his meal, and Scarlett and I are sitting on the counter. Scarlett’s drizzling syrup onto her finger and then sucking it off, and Liam’s pretending not to notice.

  His massive erection tells a different story, however.

  “I want you to stay longer than another night,” I say quickly. My words seem to puncture the easy—if palpable with sexual tension—energy we’ve had going this morning, but I don’t care. I’m the only one brave enough to actually say what I want, and so it’s my job to get this straightened out.