“Well? You gonna give me what I want?”
She moaned as he slipped the glans of his shaft over her clit. Rubbing the nubbin, he let her grow more slippery, slicker. Until her juices pooled down between her thighs onto the light blue fabric of her toga beneath her. He smelled her; the scent of her overwhelmed his senses, making him need to be inside her with a craving that bordered on ridiculous. But he was willing to wait.
Willing to tease, to give her what she wanted, and what he demanded from her—everything.
“Why do you want my ass?” she asked, the words whispered on something close to a hiccup.
“Because it’s tight and hot and will be all mine,” he said immediately. “Rafe’s never taken you there, has he?”
She shook her head as he patted her clit once more. “N-No,” she whimpered, then gasped when he pulled his cock away. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he demanded, arching back to kneel between her legs. He grabbed his cock and began to jack off. He was sopping wet from her juices and it lubricated his hand as he stroked himself.
A mewling sound escaped her, one that about blew his brains out. “Will it hurt?”
“Me in your ass?” He contemplated that a second. “Maybe. But I’ll make it good for you, baby. You know that.”
Her eyes fell to half-mast as her hand began to slide down her belly to between her legs. Her tits weren’t big, but the nipples were a mouthful. Large and perfect circles that had hardened into taut peaks the minute he’d bared her. He wanted to bite one, wanted to leave his teeth marks around the areola. Instead, he carried on jacking off, watching her hand, waiting for her to hit home.
The minute her fingers slipped through her juices, he released his cock, grabbed her wrist, and with his other hand, slapped her pussy. The jolt went straight through her, and she let out a keening sound. Her legs came up to close together, but they just clasped his hips tighter as he was in the way.
He did it again. Once more. She didn’t complain, didn’t growl, just rocked from side to side as the slick juices made the spank sound all the wetter, made her all the more sensitive.
The door to the bathroom burst open and Rafe ran in. “What the fuck are you doing?” he declared, and Thalia twisted her head to the side to see him. He had a towel wrapped around his hip but at the sight of her there, bare and spread, his cock immediately tented it and the knot teetered precariously. “She’s not ready for sex,” he growled, even though his eyes darkened and his body tensed in response.
“Oh, she’s ready. And she’s a naughty little bitch,” Mikkel told him, as he slipped two fingers inside her.
He was cautious at first as she was small and swollen, but the minute her pretty pussy sucked them in, he knew she could take more. He slid a third one inside her and began to fuck her with his hand. Hard and fast, her body shuddered on the sofa and her legs tightened around him.
The keening sound appeared again, like a noiseless wail that told him she was approaching overload. When he felt her pussy muscles clench around his hand, he pulled out and free, then as she let out a shriek of rage, he placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.
“Your pussy tastes good,” he complimented her, maneuvering his hand so he could lick up the juices that coated his fingers. “I can’t waste a drop.” He looked over at Rafe. “Come here. Taste her.”
The command in his tone had Rafe jerking back. “Excuse me?”
“She wants us,” he said matter-of-factly. “Taste her.”
The older man’s hesitance was evident, but Thalia’s moan and the way she writhed on the divan encouraged him to move forward.
Everything in Mikkel tightened. At Rafe’s acceptance, sure, but also at the way Thalia was responding. He’d always known he was a confident son of a bitch, but in the pack, he’d pretty much considered himself to be a Beta—even though he was human and technically incapable of being ranked. In fights, he’d never whooped an Alpha, only a Beta in their human skin, and his sisters and brothers who were also Betas, seemed to share that level with him.
But Thalia?
She was fucking Alpha. No way, no how was she anything less. Yet she submitted to him.
It was there in the way she writhed beneath him, in the way she let him dominate her.
He’d never been into kinky shit. Had always liked a warm, willing, and wet pussy to fuck, to suck. He’d given his lovers pleasure, but only because the sex was good for him—he fucking knew he’d been an SOB, and he felt guilty about that shit now. But here? With Thalia? Nuhuh. Shit was different.
He needed this.
He wanted her to submit to him.
For her to agree to every filthy thing he wanted from her.
Rafe was submitting too, with every step he took toward them, he proved that, and something inside Mikkel both settled and soared with the satisfaction of it all.
When Rafe was close, Mikkel pressed his hands between Thalia’s legs. He slipped two digits inside once more, made sure they were nice and slick, and he didn’t have a fucking clue why he did it, but he raised his hand to Rafe. The other male froze at the sight of his wet fingers, his gaze glued to the droplets of arousal that slipped down the lengths.
“Taste her,” he demanded, and the words were the catalyst Rafe needed. He cupped Mikkel’s wrist and brought it nearer to his mouth.
Mikkel shuddered as Rafe’s lips circled the digits, and like some kind of popsicle, he slurped it up. Thalia’s eyes were glued to Rafe’s mouth, and her lips rounded in the perfect O.
“I think Thalia wants to taste your cock,” he stated calmly.
Though she jolted, she didn’t argue. Still, that wasn’t what he wanted. With his free hand, yet again, he spanked her pussy. She let out a squeal and he asked, “Don’t you, Thalia? You want to taste Rafe’s cock.”
She began to nod with an eagerness that soothed something deep inside him. “Please, Rafe. Please.”
The pleading tone had him gently tugging at Rafe’s grip on his wrist. “Give our mate what she wants, Rafe.”
The other male’s eyes were wide, honeyed pools. They were dark anyway, but at that moment, his pupils were blown.
With a thick gulp, he dislodged the towel as he turned to Thalia. His cock sprang free of the loose covering, and he watched her lick her lips.
Realizing that he wanted to be in her hard and deep while she sucked Rafe, he grabbed her legs, squeezed them together, then urged her onto her side. “Roll over,” he instructed when she looked at him blankly, “And you sit on the armrest,” he told Rafe, well aware that he was in charge of this scene.
They both obeyed, and with a swiftness that appeased him. Rafe’s cock bobbed when Thalia, now kneeling on the soft sofa cushions, approached his shaft, but the perfect ass before him begged for attention.
The smack echoed through the room as his palm connected with the shapely curve of her butt. The skin wobbled slightly even though she was taut as fuck—tauter even, when she clenched down in response.
“W-What was that for?” she warbled on a wail.
“You haven’t told me if this pretty little ass is mine.” Before she could say a word, he spread her butt cheeks apart and tongued her there, letting her feel the sensitivity in that area, bringing it to her attention in a way she’d never forget or confuse.
She yelped and he saw her head bow, the move bringing Rafe’s cock closer to her face, as he fluttered his tongue over the firm rosette. He pulled back. “Is it mine?” When she just whimpered, he spanked her again. “Well? I’m not going here,” he said, thrusting two fingers into her sopping cunt, “unless you tell me I can have all of you.”
“But what if it hurts?” she whined, but he knew she was just arguing for the sake of it. Something clicked in his head, something that about detonated his senses.
She loved this.
She wanted to submit to him here, in this way. Where she was safe and protected, cosseted and loved.
She was Alpha.
To her bones. But with her men, she could be whatever the fuck she wanted, and at this moment, she wanted to be spit roasted.
He grinned, proud and pleased as fucking punch.
“It won’t hurt,” he told her, then bit her asscheeks where it was fleshy on the peachy curve. Her yip was total She-Wolf; he wondered if she or Rafe recognized that.
“It will. I’ve seen things. You’re big, I’m not.”
“You’ll love it,” he answered, wondering what exactly the things she’d seen were. To punish her for stirring him up at the idea of her watching porn, he raked his teeth over the curve once more but didn’t bite down. She shivered at the touch. “Won’t she, Rafe?”
The other male was jacking his cock. Pearly drops of pre-cum had gathered at the tip of his shaft as he watched the tableau before him. “We’ll make it good for you, baby,” he assured her, then surprised Mikkel by reaching forward and dragging his nails down the length of Thalia’s spine.
She shuddered, her nerves quivering as she almost face planted into the cushions at Rafe’s move. Mikkel took note and had to withhold a laugh that the stroking, like that of a man to a dog’s fur, would get her as hot as being bitten.
Sometimes, they were so canine it was cute.
Pressing her face into Rafe’s hair-grazed thigh, she gulped. “O-Okay.”
“Okay, what?” he demanded, not letting her wimp out.
“You can fuck my ass.”
Pleased, he murmured, “And what do you get now?”
“Y-You’re going to fuck my pussy and make me come.” There was a challenge in her voice, and written on her face, as she turned back to look at him, her eyes glassy as she ground out the words.
He grinned at her. “You’re fucking right. This cunt is mine now,” he told her, and grabbing his cock, he gave her exactly what she needed.
Him.
He fucked his shaft into her in one smooth move that had a howl escaping her. She went stiff beneath him, her body tense with the sensation he’d pushed onto her, then she bucked, and he heard tearing. Her hands hadn’t shifted, he could see that clearly—it was hard to fucking miss those great big paws that appeared in a half-shift—but her very human nails had ripped into the fabric as she strove to control how she felt, how he was making her feel.
Her back arched as he settled his hips against her ass, letting her acclimate to the thickness, to the fullness. Now he was inside her, he could be lenient.
“I want to spank this ass,” he informed her calmly, both of his palms squeezing down against the fleshy parts he gathered.
“But I’ve been good,” she whined, and he saw Rafe’s breathing take on another level at her words.
“We decide if you’ve been good,” Rafe told her, somehow falling into the scene without any prompt.
She rubbed her forehead against his thigh, then pouted up at him. “But I have.”
The whiny tone was still there so he spanked one ass cheek. “Rafe told you; we decide. And I don’t think you have. You scared us this week, Thalia. I think that deserves a punishment.”
Her eyes took on casts like Rafe’s—the pupils blowing out. “I-I didn’t do anything!” she squeaked in outrage.
“You scared ten years off me,” he informed her calmly, meaning every word.
“B-But I didn’t ask to get shot. And my She-Wolf…”
He shook his head, seeing the sudden pain in her face and needing to distract her, needing to take them all away from where their thoughts suddenly detoured. “You were a bad girl.”
“I wasn’t.” Her bottom lip popped out.
“You were,” Rafe contested, and he grabbed his cock, then her chin, and stunned Mikkel by tracing the leaking tip around her mouth. “You scared us all. You were bad, Thalia. Bad girls get punished.”
The sound of her heavy breathing suddenly echoed around the room. And inside, her muscles clamped around him so hard, he felt like she was cutting off the blood supply to his shaft. He felt her slicken up, grow hotter and wetter, and knew the way they were talking was turning her the fuck on.
Their little Alpha female liked being disciplined, he realized, and mimicking Rafe, he dragged his nails down over the lengths of the backs of her thighs.
She shook again in response, her mouth popping open and Rafe took immediate advantage. He thrust his cock between her lips and rocked up and back, up and back, fucking her mouth.
Mikkel watched, his blood boiling at the sight. “Touch your tits, Thalia,” he ordered her. He sensed her confusion—she was leaning on her hands, after all. “I’ll hold you up.” He leaned over her, covering her, and grabbed her shoulders to help her hold her position.
She whimpered at the precariousness of it, knowing that she had zero control here if she touched her tits too. He waited, letting his teeth graze her shoulder a second as she deliberated. Then, she shivered and complied, her hands coming up to squeeze and touch her breasts.
“Good girl,” he informed her, and he kissed her nape as a reward.
Another shiver rocked her at the delicate touch.
“Rafe, just wait a second,” he dictated, and rearing his hips back, he fucked into her.
And like he’d promised, he fucked her hard and fast and deep. Each move jolted her forward onto Rafe’s cock, spearing her on his shaft even as Mikkel impaled her on his. Between them, she was a rag doll, but he knew she loved it. She let out soft squeaks and hungry moans. Her cunt clenched around him rhythmically, like the waves, her body responding perfectly to their domination.
“Oh fuck,” Rafe whispered gutturally, and his hands speared through Thalia’s hair. Mikkel watched, monitoring the situation as he began to fuck her mouth, taking some of the control into his own grasp. Mikkel tempered their speed, not wanting her to choke, but she clamped down harder, and the noises she made. Sweet Jesus. They were inciting him, urging him to continue.
The desperate sounds, the fierce pressure on his cock worked against him.
He needed to come. Needed her to be filled with his seed and Rafe’s.
He powered into her, spit-roasting her between them, taking away the control from her and simultaneously gifting it all to her—all he had to give.
When the low throbbing moan sounded, he felt it. It came from deep in her belly. Then, it surged up her chest in a long, heady wail. She detonated around him, exploding on his shaft, fluttering about his cock in a way that had him roaring out his release. Within seconds, Rafe was crying out too, and his motions became jerky, hard and fast, as he fucked every bit of seed out of his cock. Mikkel stayed deep inside Thalia, pumping her, doing the same, needing her to have every drop of his tribute to her.
When Rafe could stand no more, he pulled free and the endless groan, ragged and hoarse now, made them both stare at each other. It was then he realized she hadn’t actually come. She was panting and a keening mewl escaped her as she rocked back into him, fucking herself, needing him, needing more.
Mikkel froze, then immediately, he delved between her legs and sought out her clit. Even as his cock was softening, he stayed as deep as he could as he frigged the nubbin hard and fast. The groan turned into a shrill scream as her hands reached out to balance on Rafe’s thighs.
Before he could do anything else, the other male had grabbed one of them, had turned the palm over and was eying the fleshy part. Knowing instinctively what he was about, Mikkel used his position to lock his teeth onto her shoulder. Rafe’s free hand squeezed his arm so they could move in sync, and as one, they bit down.
The fallout was epic.
Beneath him, Thalia fucking vibrated. And the sounds she made? Jesus, they almost gave him another hard-on.
The mewls and whimpers and whines and cries merged into a soundless scream as she came like a comet swerving through the solar system. At rocket speed, and with a force he knew no one save for her mates would ever be able to give her, she exploded like a starburst.
That was their gift to her. Their right.
A right he intended
on acting upon every fucking day if she’d let him.
4
Thalia
Face-planting into furniture hurt, but Thalia couldn’t find it in herself to care. Her face was smashed into the cushions, but inside? Gods, she felt lighter than air.
Everything inside her was singing.
Singing.
Literally.
Like, her nerves were part of a chorus or something. It was insane and crazy and wonderful all at the same time.
She felt herself being moved, caught up in someone’s strong arms. Without her She-Wolf, she couldn’t discern who, she was still adjusting to her senses being limited, but she thought it was Mikkel—he could be a caveman from time to time, as he’d just proven.
Not even her parents had spanked her. They’d just ignored her, exiled her, and had neglected her. Spanking would have been too much interaction.
She’d never have thought that she’d love it. Would never have imagined that it would set her blood on fire, but it had. And Mikkel’s brand of roughness had set it off perfectly.
Shivering, she felt his seed slip from her pussy to coat the tops of her thighs. Red flushed her cheeks as she knew it had to have touched Mikkel. “S-Sorry,” she whispered, finally opening her eyes to stare into Mikkel’s smug face.
“Why? I put it there.” His cockiness should have been irritating, instead, she found herself smiling as she pressed her face into Rafe’s thigh when Mikkel nipped her shoulder.
A sudden chill hit her nude back as he pulled away and climbed off the divan. Before she could do more than yelp, he’d hauled her into his arms and had carried her into the bathing quarters of Theo’s suite. Although, technically, she supposed the rooms were their suite now.
Odd, really, to think that but if they were in Lyndhoven Palace, then her suite was theirs too, so why not here?
“I want to sleep,” she grumbled, surprising herself by enjoying the way he was lugging her around. She’d never been cosseted as a child. Even her grandmother, who’d tried, had been shut down by Thalia’s fathers for spoiling her and encouraging her willful ways.
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