Surrender to the Alphas (Waxing Crescent Book 5)

by Jasmine Mills

  I swallowed. Why was that? Did they not want the town to know about it? Of course they didn’t. This was so new, so fresh. It was way too early. Yeah, we were dating, but who knew how many women they’d dominated together before? If our picture was in the paper, there’d be no taking it back.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, my anxiety rising with every passing moment. “I shouldn’t have made that decision by myself. I told her I’m going to write the article myself. I can explain things however you want me to.”

  Oakley licked his lips. “That won’t be necessary. You can just tell the truth. We don’t have anything to hide. We wish we’d been in the loop, but there’s no harm done. You made the same decision that any of us would have.”

  I let out a breath. “Okay.” Even though they said everything was fine, I still felt a little tense.

  The rest of the games went by in a flash. I didn’t try to act up again, and the alphas made no more threats of punishing me.

  When we were at home, though, they sat me down at the kitchen table. Oakley placed a notebook and pen in front of me. I looked up at him, confused.

  “You’re going to write lines for us,” he said. “I will look to my alphas for guidance, one hundred times.”

  Ah. So they were still mad at me. I thought back to the rules I’d agreed to. I guessed that speaking to the photographer alone had violated number eight, disrespecting my alphas. That meant I was getting a major punishment.

  I could’ve just started to write, but I wrinkled. “I wasn’t trying to do anything wrong. All the other stuff, I was actually trying to be a brat, and you gave me an orgasm. The one time I think I’m doing something good, and you give me an actual punishment?”

  “Don’t talk back to him, Cassidy,” Trey said.

  “I’m just trying to defend myself. You’re treating me like a little kid. I didn’t have a chance to think through what I was doing. What was I supposed to do, drag her over to you? I had to chase her down in the first place.”

  “Just do what Oakley says,” Jacob told me.

  “No!”

  Oakley took me by the shoulders, pressing me down back into the chair. With his superior strength, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. “Write your lines, and we’ll talk after.”

  Although I shot him a glare, I picked up the pen. I will look to my alphas for guidance. I will look to my alphas for guidance. By the time I was done writing, the phrase had drilled its way into my brain.

  I set the pen down and shook out my hand. It was cramped, sore, and covered in ink.

  Apologetically, Oakley slid an ice-cold glass of Coke in front of me. “Here, omega. This is for you.”

  I made a face, but accepted the peace offering. “Thank you.” Coke had never tasted so good.

  “How are you feeling?” Oakley asked.

  “Annoyed. Irritated. Angry.”

  “That’s fair,” he said, “but let me ask a different question. How do you feel about what happened earlier? If you could do it again, what would you change?”

  I paused to think. “Maybe… Maybe I should’ve gotten her to delete the bad picture, and then brought her back to speak to you before we decided anything.”

  “So there was a way to look to us for guidance?”

  I hung my head. “I guess there was.”

  He placed his hand over mine, his large palm warm against my skin. “We’re not trying to make you hate us, omega. Some of our punishments may be more enjoyable than others, but all of them should make you learn something. Now you understand that rule a little better, and you’ll be able to act more appropriately next time.”

  Part of me wanted to take offense, but a larger part said I was fine. “I understand.” The alphas would’ve known how to deal with the situation better than me, especially when it was their reputations and careers on the line.

  I took another long sip of my Coke, conscious that Oakley’s eyes were still on me. He kept his hand on mine, turning it over so he could rub his thumb along my palm lines.

  “Are you reading my future, or something?” I asked with a quiet laugh.

  “I don’t need to,” he said. “I already know what your future holds.”

  “Oh? What’s that?”

  “First you let me kiss you,” he said, tracing his thumb along one line. “Then you take off your clothes. I lift you up and carry you up to the bedroom, where the other three join us. Each of us gives you an orgasm or two, and then one of us fucks you. If you’re not too sore, another one after that.” He kept his voice as calm and pleasant as ever while he brushed butterfly-soft fingertips against my palm.

  My body tingled as he finished speaking. “You can see all that just from my hand?” I asked. “Are you a warlock as well as a shifter?”

  He chuckled. “Maybe I am.”

  “And maybe you’re not, because I can tell you now my future isn’t going to happen quite like that.”

  “Oh, no? Which part is going to be different?”

  I leaned closer to him, caressing his jaw before answering the question. “We’re not going to the bedroom,” I said. “We’re going to the dungeon.”

  He didn’t argue.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  In the dungeon below, Oakley made good on his promises one by one. First, he bound me in the St. Andrew’s cross, positioning me backward with my face to the wall. He restrained my wrists with the steel cuffs, but left my ankles free. I stood with my ass out, naked and waiting.

  He took the time to caress me from behind, running his hands over my breasts and hips. Anticipation built within me. I could only see the wall unless I strained my neck to look back, and it was exciting to not have any idea what he’d do to me next.

  When he’d worked me up to a boiling point, he slipped one of his huge hands between my legs. A few strokes later, and I was exploding in ecstasy. My arms jerked against the cuffs, but they couldn’t get away. And I wouldn’t be able to get away from the next assault on my body, either.

  “Already getting started?” Trey’s voice rang in my ears.

  “I figured I might as well,” Oakley said mildly, “if all of us are going to take our turns.”

  “Fair enough.”

  I could feel the air moving behind me as Trey came closer. His rough hands cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. He brought his hand down once in a stinging smack, and then he delved a finger inside my juicy pussy.

  Crying out, I squirmed against the intrusion. He was hitting just the right note, working his knuckle over my G-spot. I moaned, pushing my ass against him, silently begging for more. I’d already come once – I was ready for more than a finger. But the alphas weren’t going to give it to me until they’d each made me come.

  I thought this was supposed to be my reward, so why did it feel so much like a punishment? I was starting to realize that, when it came to these alphas, the two were always going to be inextricably linked.

  After I spasmed around Trey’s finger, he gently pulled out.

  Another voice came from the back of the room – I hadn’t realized Jacob was watching. “I love how her cries get louder and louder while she gets worked up,” he said. “Then she goes completely silent when she comes, as if she’s focusing too hard to even make a sound.”

  “It’s your turn to make her do that,” Trey said, backing away.

  Biting down hard on my lower lip, I braced myself for a new onslaught of pleasure. What was Jacob going to do to me? Would I be able to handle it?

  I stood, arms up at the wall, while he edged between my legs and sat between them. Meeting my eyes, he gave me a devilish smile. “I’m going to make you come the hardest,” he said.

  I didn’t know how much harder I could come. These men were building on each other, each bringing me to greater heights of pleasure than the last. But how long could that last? Surely at some point, it would be too much. I would simply explode.

  Grabbing my hips, he brought his head up and brushed his tongue against my pussy. He lapped at it,
licking me greedily. His tongue sent shivers all through my body. His lips closed around my clit, and I let out a shriek.

  As his tongue flicked over and over, I braced myself against the wall. I was going to come – going to squirt all over his face. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t. My legs shook, and a bright light flashed behind my eyelids.

  When I’d halfway recovered, he was still there, running his tongue slowly over my soaked folds.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. “I thought it would be Richmond’s turn now.”

  Surely Richmond would do something different. I could barely breathe, could barely even think. There was no way I could handle Jacob bringing me to another orgasm.

  Richmond’s voice came from behind me. “We figured we’d work together for this one, if it’s all right with you.” He came up behind me, and I could feel him separating my ass cheeks. My legs trembled again as he pushed a finger between them.

  What was going on? Were the alphas going to go for that hole? It was completely virgin, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do anything with it – ever. I had never been interested in anal – although I had to admit that right now, the way he was touching me felt pretty damn good.

  As Jacob resumed his work on my pussy, Richmond’s finger was replaced by something softer and wetter. He pulled my cheeks far apart, and I shouted as I realized exactly what he was doing.

  “You’re – you’re licking it?”

  “Mmm,” he said, not moving an inch from my tight hole. He probed his tongue into my tight rim.

  This was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My body arched back and forth, toward Jacob’s mouth and then Richmond’s. I couldn’t get away from one without pushing myself further at the other. There would be no rest, no breaks from this pleasure. Between the two of them, they had me going out of control. I wasn’t sure if they were telepathically communicating or if they were just that attuned to each other, but the way they were working me over was nothing short of expert.

  My body thrummed, the sensations inside me rising higher and higher. If I hadn’t been chained to the wall, I would’ve been flailing all over the place. As it stood, my arms jerked at the cuffs, and my feet danced around the floor.

  Small shrieks came out of me with each lick the alphas gave. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. I sounded wanton, desperate, erotic.

  My nipples were as hard as diamonds, and my pussy was gushing wetness. My clit felt like it had swelled to twice its size. As my body bucked and writhed, my desire rose even more.

  Right now, I was at the alphas’ mercy. I would let them do anything they wanted with me. If they felt like fucking me right here, just like this, or if one of them wanted to try putting his cock in my ass… I wouldn’t mind. Whatever felt good, I would do it.

  This orgasm was more sudden than the others. One moment, I was conscious that it was coming, and I half-heartedly strained to hold it back – and then it wasn’t possible anymore. It washed over me, rocking my entire body from head to toes. I went completely still, holding tight to the wrist restraints as my body tensed up. The alphas kept going, drawing every last bit of arousal out of me until I nearly sobbed.

  With a quick pat on the hip, Jacob let go of my pussy. Richmond kissed the curve of my ass before standing up and caressing it.

  I turned back to look at them, feeling frantic with desire. It wasn’t over yet, was it? I couldn’t take a single moment more of pleasure – but I needed it, too. I hadn’t had one of their cocks yet, and nothing else would satisfy me in the same way. All of these orgasms had been great, but they weren’t the same as being filled up, stretched out. I needed one of them to fuck me before I could finally be satiated.

  “Don’t look so worried,” Richmond said, patting me again on the rump. “You’ll get fucked. You’ll have all of us if you want to.”

  I readjusted my stance, sticking my ass out some more. “Do it, then. Don’t keep me waiting.”

  “Turn around. Face the wall.” His tone was so commanding, I didn’t even try to disobey. “I don’t want you to know who’s fucking you.”

  Biting my lip, I nodded. I held on tightly as one of them spread my pussy lips and eased a few inches inside. My walls clenched around the shaft as it drilled in deeper. Everything else had only been the appetizer before the main course. This, right now… this was what I needed. This was what I lived for.

  I didn’t know how I had managed to go twenty-four years without taking a dick, but now I wanted one in me as often as possible. I didn’t want to go a single day, a single hour, without one of my alphas filling me up.

  I moaned as the alpha bottomed out, hitting his depth inside me. The sensation of having his long, thick rod buried deep in me was enough to make my body start twitching again. My orgasm wasn’t far off, and as he gave me a few slow thrusts, I knew I wouldn’t even try to delay it. With this cock inside me, I was going to come, and come hard. I didn’t much care if the alpha came or not, as long as another would take his place after.

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck me… Harder… I’ve been waiting – so – long…”

  The alpha’s hand found my tits, and teeth dug into my neck before he growled into my ear. “I won’t stop, omega. I’ll fuck you harder than you could ever hope.” Now I knew it was Oakley.

  He was always the keenest to hurt me. He still wanted to pay me back for what I’d done early on. But the harder he pounded me, the louder I shrieked. There was no way this would be too much for me. At this point, that simply wasn’t possible.

  I pushed back against every thrust he gave, matching his rhythm. Even as he rubbed my clit roughly, his other hand squeezing my breasts harshly, even as he bit into my neck again and again, it came nowhere near being too much for me.

  Around us, the other alphas murmured to each other. “Look at how hard he’s fucking her.”

  “I can’t wait for my turn.”

  I ignored them, focused solely on the hard length thrusting inside me. I pushed myself, squeezing around him. The harder he fucked me, the harder I was going to come.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I clenched my jaw and went silent once more. The world collapsed around me, and all I could see was a bright light. This was it – this was the explosion.

  My alphas had shattered me into a million pieces.

  When I put myself back together, would I even be the same?

  TWELVE

  I peered at the screen, rereading what I’d written about the alphas for the millionth time. I wanted this article to be perfect. This was my chance to tell the world about my relationship, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. I’d done enough of that already.

  After making sure every comma and period was in place, I sent the draft off to Warden. I wished I’d had more time to prepare before going public with this. It was that damn photographer’s fault. But I couldn’t blame her. If I were her, I would’ve wanted to get this scoop, too.

  But really, it was fine. The relationship was going well so far, and I couldn’t see that changing anytime soon. If we were going to go public eventually, it might as well be sooner than later.

  I barely had time to take a breath before Warden arrived in front of my desk. “Did you already read my article?” I asked, confused.

  “I skimmed it. This certainly came as a surprise. I had no idea that you were seeing them.”

  “It just kind of happened.” I coughed.

  His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t place – happiness, maybe? – and he paced in front of my desk. “This is great news. You’ll be able to get information before anyone else. Anything newsworthy they’re doing, anything they’re up to, you’ll tell me. Understood?”

  “I don’t know.” This wasn’t the reaction I’d expected from him. “Maybe I should keep my work separate from my private life. Wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest to tell you what’s going on with them?”

  He came to a sudden stop in front of me and bent in front of my desk so that he could look me in the eye. “Yo
u’re right, Cassidy. In fact, why stop there? Isn’t it a conflict of interest to have the alphas’ girlfriend employed at our paper at all?”

  “Whoa!” I stared at him. “That’s going a little far. As long as I don’t report on them, there’s no issue.”

  “Is that what our readers would think?” He slammed his hands on my desk. “We’ll run your cute little lovey-dovey article. After that, I expect you to get me inside information on a weekly basis, if not daily.”

  “I don’t think I can do that, Warden.”

  “Then it’s going to be frosting on cupcakes and whiskers on kittens for a long, long time.” He glared at me.

  My heart pounded. “Weren’t you the one who was so worried about my safety?”

  “They won’t hurt their own girlfriend. In fact, being in this position makes you a thousand times more valuable – if you make the right decision about what to do.” He spun and left.

  I hung my head. I couldn’t do what he wanted, not without betraying the alphas. If I had to choose between them and my job, my loyalty lay with them. They were already becoming more important to me than my career – but more than that, what Warden was asking was simply wrong. I couldn’t take our pillow talk and turn it into a front-page article. The alphas deserved as much privacy as anyone else.

  Ironic that I was the one saying that, but it was true.

  How did Warden expect me to “spy” on them more than once or twice, anyway? If I leaked something they said, they’d know it was me. Maybe I could pin it on someone else a couple of times, but not long-term.

  And besides, they weren’t doing anything newsworthy or shady. They were living their lives, being amazing alphas for their packs. I doubted that was the kind of dirt Warden wanted me to dig up on them.

  The article about our relationship came out the next day, and I was far from happy about it. While I still felt unspeakably lucky to be with the alphas, I would’ve rather told the world about our union on my own terms.

  The rest of town had no such mixed feelings. Once the paper hit doorsteps, I got one call after another. My parents, uncles and aunts, cousins, and old friends all wanted to get in touch.