Romance: Dystopian Post Apocalyptic Romance 4: The Alphas: Betrayal (menage, bwwm, mfm romance)

by A. J. Winter

  “Heads or tails,” Sean said.

  Pauline wasn’t sure what they meant but when Ryan broke off kissing her and said, “Isn’t that up to her?” she assumed the question wasn’t actually meant for her.

  Sean’s lips brushed Pauline’s ear and he whispered, “Do you trust us?”

  She nodded and said, “Yes.”

  “Then this time it’s up to us.”

  “I’m feeling lazy,” Ryan said and snuck another kiss before Sean rolled Pauline away from him. Ryan scooted up the bed until he was sitting against the headboard revealing a thick, hard cock. Pauline smiled and crawled over, giving the length of his cock a slow lick.

  “Go ahead,” Sean said. “He wants you to suck him off.”

  ‘Heads or tails? Someone has to teach him to be a little less vulgar,’ she thought as she took Ryan’s cock in her mouth. That was something she had noticed – Ryan was almost always sweet and romantic and considerate while Sean was forward to the point of being blunt, but he never pushed her too far.

  She took her time with Ryan, starting with just the head and swirling her tongue around it. Sean knelt down behind her and slipped two fingers inside her. She squirmed and he said, “Now I get to watch you wiggle that fine ass.”

  She tried to ignore Sean and turned her full attention to Ryan and his delicious cock. She made a deliberate wet slurping noise, something Ryan enjoyed and Sean begged for. Her head bobbed up and down as she got down to business.

  Ryan could only sit back and moan. It was like this every time she wrapped her perfect, lush lips around his cock. Her lips were soft and her tongue was talented – better than anyone he’d dated, or had the pleasure of a one night stand with. She made this wave motion with her tongue, like the way a belly dancer moved, and it stroked every nerve in just the right way in just the right order to send him soaring toward the top.

  Behind her Sean pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock over her sopping pussy. Sucking cock always left her wet, he’d had the privilege of fucking her right after she’d finished milking Ryan’s cock, but never had she allowed him to fuck her while she was sucking away.

  When she moaned, even around the full mouth, he pushed inside of her. She was tight and he had to stop and calm himself down before really starting in on her. He pulled out slowly too, but his next thrust was firm and sent her rocking forward further onto Ryan’s cock. He gripped her hips and began to move in a slow, firm rhythm.

  For a moment Sean distracted her so much all she could do was keep her lips wrapped around Ryan’s cock while Sean rocked her back and forth. It wasn’t until both of Ryan’s hands fisted in her hair and he started bucking his hips that she started moving her tongue again. When he climaxed it was explosive and stream after stream hit the back of her throat.

  She swallowed and gasped for air. Behind her Sean started pounding into her making her yelp and grunt. As he got rougher she got louder until she was almost screaming. He finally pushed deep inside her and grunted as he filled her with cum. He dropped back, panting.

  Pauline rolled away, breathing hard. “Oh god,” she said. “If Damian or Anne asks me about the noise I’ll be so embarrassed.”

  “I think it’s sexy,” Sean said.

  Pauline kicked his leg.

  VI.

  Any worries Pauline may have had about their noise level were unfounded. Damian was also on the full-night watch and had gone upstairs to rest. After talking with Pauline, Anne went up to check on him and found him pacing the room they now shared.

  “You should get some sleep,” Anne said.

  “I had a full night’s sleep. I’m not tired. I have too much on my mind, I couldn’t sleep now even if I was tired.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  He shook his head.

  She frowned but didn’t press the matter.

  “I will, okay. I will talk about it, but I want to get through tonight and get these … people, on their way. Then we’ll talk, all of us.”

  “You should at least come and relax a little.”

  He nodded and dropped onto the bed.

  “Good. Because I want to try something. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

  His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on in that devious head of yours?”

  From one of her dresser drawers she pulled out a jumbled handful of cloth.

  “What is that?”

  “They’re ties.”

  “You want me to put on formal wear?”

  “No. I want to tie you up.”

  He tensed. “Roxanne, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t think you will. Besides, you know the rules. In here, what I say goes. Get your clothes off and lie down.”

  “Anne …”

  “We’ll take it in stages, okay? I’ll tie you up but I won’t touch you unless you tell me everything is all right. Come on, we need to test your limits. I’m not playing ride ‘em cowgirl for the rest of my life. It’s fun and all but it’s wrecking my knees.”

  He chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’m stripping.”

  She watched each article of clothing come off with open appreciation. Her wide eyes and intent gaze made him smile and pull his pants down slower than usual. Her breath caught and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the slow revealing of muscled thighs.

  “You like?”

  “Oh yes.” She smiled. “And now I’m going to tie you up.”

  He shivered but crawled into bed and stretched out. She moved from one corner of the bed to the next, tying the neck tie around his wrist or ankle and then to one of the four corner posts of the bed. As she worked he tested the first set of knots, they weren’t tight enough around his wrist to pinch or make his fingers tingle but a few honest tugs did nothing to dislodge it.

  When she was done she stepped back and waited while he tested the restraints and shifted his weight as best he could. Finally he said, “It’s not so bad.”

  She crawled up from the foot of the bed and knelt there where he could just see her if he raised his head. She smiled and leaned over him, adjusting the pillows to give him a headrest. Then she leaned back again and began slowly taking off her clothes.

  She made a show of it, taking her time with each piece. His cock was getting hard just watching her and it was semi-erect by the time she was naked. She looked down at his cock and then up at his face, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. He nodded and she reached out a hand and wrapped slender fingers around him, playing with him until he was fully hard.

  He rested his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes. He focused on the sensations of her hand sliding over his cock and ignored the restraints as much as possible. He heard her fussing with something but didn’t bother to open his eyes. When she switched hands he realized she must have found a bottle of lube somewhere because it was cold and slick. The cold went away very fast and he was left with a wet, slick, hand job.

  He let out a long, slow, contented groan and his whole body relaxed. She’d been waiting for that final sign that he’d accepted the restraints and was ready to move further but she wasn’t ready yet. She was enjoying watching his face as she tugged and squeezed.

  She straddled him and slipped his slick cock between her legs which elicited another groan from him. Most times she rode him hard, taking pleasure in her chance to dominate him for a change, knowing it was her dominance that kept the flashbacks at bay. Today she was slower, gentler, not wanting to trigger a sense of captivity. The restraints were about trust, about pushing boundaries, not about captivity – not yet anyways. She longed to tie him to that bed and be fully in control, fully dominant, but she could wait.

  The restraints on his ankles prevented him from getting any real leverage and he was forced to lie almost completely still while she used his body for her pleasure. And without his sudden thrusts to disrupt her body’s rhythm she found her pleasure rising faster than ever before. Of course seeing him
tied down helped get her turned on and keep her there.

  It didn’t take long for her first orgasm to sweep through her. He watched as her mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’ of pleasure and she ground hard against him. She forgot all her inhibitions and grabbed her own breasts, touching her body as waves of electric pleasure swept through her.

  She tumbled down from the peak but not all the way and soon the intensity was building again. “Oh god,” she muttered.

  Usually she touched him during sex but this time her entire focus was on her own body. She ran her hands up and down her stomach and her legs, she squeezed her breasts, one hand went to her throat as her head tipped back. It was like watching an exotic dance. He was captivated.

  She bubbled up, up, towards the surface and then the tension released and she screamed as a second orgasm ripped through her.

  When it was done she collapsed on his chest, utterly spent. He tried to move his hips but couldn’t get enough leverage to thrust. “Untie me,” he whispered.

  She nodded and fumbled with the restraints on his wrists. When they were free he grabbed her hips and slid down until his knees bent. He thrust up into her but she barely reacted. His fingers dug into her hips as he pushed again and again but all she did was snuggle under his chin.

  The built up tension and the image of her coming, twice, was enough to excite him. The smooth, slick, tightness as he moved inside of her was enough to drive that excitement to the limit. He grunted and filled her with cum.

  For a long time they lay together in a heap. Finally he nudged her. “We’re going to be sticky and yucky in a little while.”

  “Mm-hm,” she said.

  “I still have to eat and go on watch,” he reminded her.

  “Mm-hm.” She snuggled in tighter.

  “Okay, over you go.” He slid her off his chest and onto the bed and tried to get up, forgetting about the ankle restraints until he almost pulled his leg out of his hip joint. He swore and she giggled softly. “Let’s just see how funny you find it when I tie you up,” he muttered. By the time he was free she was propped on an elbow watching him.

  “Did you like that?” she said.

  “You’re beautiful when you’re in control,” he replied. He kissed her forehead. “I’ll go start on supper.”

  VII.

  Clouds blew in late in the afternoon and by the time Damian, Ryan, Sean, Matt, and three others walked out to the gate to take over the watch it was darker than it should have been for the time of day and they could smell the rain on the air. “If you need an extra layer, grab it now,” Damian said. Everyone pulled their hoods up and nodded.

  “Ryan and Sean you’re on the gate, Matt I want you to help patrol the front mile here, corner to corner.” He proceeded to send the other three to the north, south, and west sides. “Just walk from corner to corner. It’ll make for a long night, I know, but those walls aren’t finished. I’ll be making the full circuit and I’ll check in with each of you as we pass each other.”

  Everyone nodded and headed off as Evan and his half dozen guards came straggling in. “Nothing,” Evan said. “I don’t envy you one bit. Those clouds look mean.”

  “Not the first time we’ve stood watch in the rain. Get some sleep. Tomorrow these …” He almost said ‘Alphas’ but caught himself since he wasn’t yet ready to reveal that he knew more about them. “People will be on their way and we can go back to normal. Don’t sleep in though; we need to talk in the morning. All of us.”

  “Yeah, I guess now would be a good time to get some emergency procedures into place. Good-night. Hope your watch is quiet.”

  “So do I.”

  VIII.

  It started raining early in the evening. Anne and Pauline made two large pots of coffee and poured them into water bottles. It wasn’t ideal but they didn’t have a lot of thermoses. They carried the bottles up to the gate.

  Matt happened to be checking in with Damian, Ryan, and Sean as they came up.

  “We thought you could use these,” Anne said as they handed them around.

  “I’m just heading out again. I’ll take the extras and save you girls the walk,” Damian said.

  “I need to head out again too, thanks for this,” Matt said and retreated before everyone could start with their warm-up smooches.

  Anne, Pauline, and the seven guards weren’t the only ones out in the rain that evening.

  Atlanta moved fast and silent through the rain and the trees. Like the other Alphas she had forsaken her birth name and claimed a name equal to her birthright. With speed like a gazelle Atlanta, the mortal hero of Greek mythology, had been the perfect choice. She had been assigned the task of infiltrating the village and seeking out their lost one.

  Gaining access was easy. Even the wall on either side of the gate would have posed no problem but back here there was only a fence. In the dark and rain she was invisible and was soon moving across the village.

  At every house it was the same, the slow and gentle sounds of humans sleeping, barely audible over the rain, even for her gifted ears. ‘Khan should have sent one of the listeners to do this job,’ she thought as she moved on to the next house.

  Atlanta found herself all the way at the front of the village before finding any trace of the Alpha they sought. Instead she came across a young man standing at the corner, muttering.

  “I can’t believe I’m stuck here in the rain guarding that backstabbing piece of shit. We never should have let him in.”

  Atlanta took a deep breath, she was taking a huge risk, one Khan would not have sanctioned, but she could hear the raw anger in this man’s voice and instinct told her that the person he was mad at and the person she sought were one in the same. She stepped out of the shadows.

  “No, you should not have let him in,” she said gently.

  He spun, his gun drawn and aimed at her chest. “Who are you?”

  “What is he calling himself? A young man, a little taller than you, with very short dark hair and dark haunted eyes, he came here, didn’t he?”

  Matt swallowed hard and nodded. “Eddie, he calls himself Eddie.”

  She snorted. “What a weak, pathetic name. Who are you?”

  “Matt.”

  “Now there’s a strong name.” She sidled up closer. “You were right about Eddie all along and I bet no one listened to you, did they?”

  He shook his head, mesmerized by her smooth, graceful movements.

  “Where is he?” she asked.

  “One of the houses near the center of the village. 42005. Are you taking him tonight?”

  “No, I was only sent to confirm he was here. We will leave in the morning to avoid suspicion. Your leader knows what he is?”

  “Most likely.”

  “You could make it easy and tell everyone, they will be frightened, they will force him to leave and then we will leave your little village in peace. I will linger in the woods near the crossroads. Come and find me and tell me if he is exiled or not.”

  Matt nodded and the stranger disappeared over the wall like smoke in the breeze. He shivered and resumed his walk.

  IX.

  With the dawn came the end of the rain and a hot breakfast presented by Anne and Pauline. They sat, the nine of them, in front of the gate, drying their hair and faces, and enjoying the hot but plain food.

  Slowly the rest of the villagers began to gather as word of the morning meeting spread. Damian nodded to Eddie who had come with Violet and their housemates. Once it looked like almost everyone was present Damian stood to speak.

  “You’ve all heard by now that …”

  “Hey! Anyone home?” came a voice from the road.

  Damian frowned but Anne softly said, “Water,” and he nodded.

  “Get some barrels; bring up some water from the tower. Ryan, come with me.” They jogged up the wall to find the nearly middle-aged man waiting on the road with a pile of empty containers and no weapons.

  “Good morning friend,” Damian called down. “We have
people bringing water right now.”

  “Sorry for coming so early,” he called back. “We want to keep moving. We hope to find our friend before something bad happens to him.”

  The exchange of water took longer than Damian had hoped but finally the strangers were, supposedly, on their way. Damian returned to the gathered villagers.

  “Well, now I know you all know that we had people arrive here yesterday. They were looking for someone they claim to have lost but that may not be all of the truth. Now that they’re gone we need to discuss this as a village. Eddie, will you come and share what you told me with the group.”

  Eddie came forward, shaking a little. “These people were affected by nuclear radiation which caused spontaneous genetic mutations. They may look like large, strong people, but they aren’t, not anymore. They’re stronger than Olympic weight lifters and faster than Olympic runners. They have heightened senses. Each one has these strengths to different levels but they are like paranormal creatures, or mutants. I know this sounds strange, unbelievable, but I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

  “Worse than that, they have little respect for normal people. They feel they are the next step in human evolution and that they are destined to bring the world out of this period of destruction. They aren’t looking to make things better; they’re interested in ruling the world. You think they’re gone but chances are they haven’t gone far. If you can’t help them they’ll destroy you.”

  Before Damian could regain control of the meeting Matt pressed forward. “How do you know all this? How could you possibly know what they are capable of and what their plans are?”

  Eddie was shaking now but he knew now that the questions had been asked no one would be happy until they were answered. “I was trapped with them with the bombs dropped; I was exposed to the radiation, just like they were. I know what they are physically capable of because I’m stronger and faster too. But I’m not one of them. I don’t agree with them. I wish I could be normal again. I came here because I was looking for a safe place to live, not to bring them down on you. I didn’t know they would follow me.”