Page 25 of Broken Bonds

He points at the device. “Had him strapped to that for most of it. We had fun sitting there letting him suck us off with technology doing the heavy work. Unless we wanted to fuck him, of course.”

“Of course,” I say.

It’s a human breeding and milking frame, is what it is. With a comfortable seat built in at the head, it places a recipient in the perfect position to get their cock sucked. Or it can be easily swung out of the way in case the top wants to stand and actively fuck the bottom’s mouth. And the bottom can be positioned face-down or face-up on the frame.

Shawn’s nearly desperate need makes me laugh. “You know what you have to do,” I tell him.

He drops to his knees in front of me, throws his arms around my legs, and eagerly nuzzles my bulge. “I’ll do anything, sir! Please may I play with Todd?”

Todd stands there, arms crossed over his massive chest, grinning like he just won the lotto.

“All or nothing, slut,” I say. “Unless I think he’s hurting you, he gets to play with you until he’s done, or until I’m bored and want to go home. And you know how he likes to rut you, and how much fun I have watching him do it.”

Shawn eagerly nods, mouthing me through my jeans.

My other rule is that, unless I’ve okayed it ahead of time, Shawn isn’t allowed to play or do anything sexual with anyone without me present. Todd is the only person I allow to request to play with Shawn, or let play with Shawn without me. That’s due to us being lifelong friends and my complete trust in the elk to take care of Shawn and keep him safe.

I grew up with Todd. If I weren’t an Alpha and he weren’t a very dominant beta, I likely would have married him. He’s hung. As in, I’m above-average and he makes me look like a pencil-dick in comparison. Whether it’s an elk thing or a Todd thing, the man can throw a fuck. He lasts forever, can get it up several times in quick succession, and that’s not even counting his mating ruts.

He’s also a sadist who loves making guys beg. Despite being a beta, he’s very popular at initiations, usually has to peel omegas off him while waiting for Alphas to finish their turns with an initiate.

Yes, over the years I’ve let Todd have fun with me.

In private, with the understanding that he’s topping and not dominating me.

Okay, so the milking machine is awesome.

I crook a finger at Shawn and he jumps to his feet. I immediately snatch his hair and pull him in for a deep kiss. “Who owns you?”

“You, sir.”

“Why do I let you play with Todd?”

“Because you love the way I scream around your cock when he fucks me and you love how helpless and slutty I get for you.”

“That’s right, baby. So be careful what you wish for and remember you asked for this.”

“Yes, sir!”

I release him and motion that he can go to Todd.

Shawn rushes over, drops to his knees in front of the elk, and the fun starts in earnest. I mostly let Todd have carte blanche with Shawn when I know my omega is in an extremely horny phase and needs frequent fucking.

With my permission, of course.

My perpetually horny omega coyote doesn’t go into mating heats as often as some canines, but when he does I usually turn him over to a very short list of men led by Todd—none of them canine Alphas or betas—and sit back to enjoy the show after I’ve fucked my balls dry in my hubby’s mouth before I head to work.

And when I return hours later, he’s usually still riding them raw and begging for more.

We aren’t ready to have pups so I don’t want to risk fucking Shawn when he’s in a mating heat, not even wrapped.

But when Shawn hits a mating heat, he’s one of those omegas who literally cannot function as a responsible adult. A couple of years ago, it coincided with a new omega joining the pack. While the Alphas were all fucking the newcomer at the beginning of his initiation, I tossed Shawn into the middle of an eager pile of gammas and omegas, along with Alphas and betas of non-canine species, and he took on all comers for the rest of the night.

And the pack knows this about Shawn. Even if Shawn goes too much out of his mind to pay attention to what cock he’s backing up on, the canine Alphas and betas know and won’t dare cross that line.

The first time his mating heat hit when we were together, it was inconvenient as hell. We were in San Francisco, sightseeing after meetings with two packs in that region.

After a few phone calls, I was able to round up fifteen guys, some of them human and unaware of what was going on, to come to our hotel suite and fuck him senseless. I kept everyone well supplied in lube and pizza and sports drinks and got my cock sucked by Shawn every time I chubbed up.