Page 49 of In Deep

“Yes, lower, Alpha.”

I hear him shift on his knees behind me, and carefully he spreads my cheeks open with his free hand.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”

“I will.” My body is putty after my first orgasm, primed for another and another, and so I don’t tense as his lips drop lower, nuzzling between my cheeks, finding the crease of my backside. All my focus trains on his lips, prized for the next kiss, lower still and then lower again until they press against my hole.

It’s so incredibly intimate and I sigh, tripping over again, my hips bucking, and my hole bucking against his mouth.

“Aye, you like that, wee yin?” he whispers, his hot breath sweeping against that sensitive part of me.

“Y-y-yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

His lips press more firmly and then I feel the wet glide of his tongue sweeping over my hole.

That action shouldn’t feel so insanely good, but it does, the sensation at my clit and at my arse overwhelming.

He continues to torture me sweetly with long firm sweeps of his tongue, as if he’s enjoying the most delicious ice cream and not my backside; his tongue sometimes rigid, sometimes soft.

I’m not ashamed, not embarrassed. I can tell from his actions how into this he is.

I come a third time as he rings my hole and presses one lingering kiss there.

“Shit, Rosie,” he mutters, as he staggers to his feet, and the head of his cock nudges against my entrance. “A girl’s never wanted me to do that to her before. That was fucking erotic.”

“Fuck me,” I plead, wiggling my arse against his erection. “Please Alpha.”

“Not there,” he tells me.

“No, not there.” I know I’m not ready for that. He’s big and I couldn’t take him.

I’m lifted up onto my toes as he thrusts inside my cunt instead.

“But you’d like to?”

“I think … maybe,” I gasp, the air knocked out of my lungs as he pounds me with the force of a man who’s on the edge.

“Fuck, Rosie, fuck. You’re such an innocent-looking thing. But you’re not, are you?”

“No,” I say. “I’m dirty.”

“A perfectly dirty wee omega. So good for me. So good for Zane.”

The words float in the air about my head. Dirty. I’m dirty. But again, I feel no shame. It’s freeing to be as dirty as I want. To explore every part of my body. To give every part of myself to these alphas.

Afterwards, I pull on one of his t-shirts, and we lie out on the sun loungers in the massive garden, soaking up the late morning rays. My skin is warm and fuzzy.

“How did it happen between you and Zane?” I ask Duncan. I know the story of how the pack formed, but not how the relationship between Duncan and Zane turned into something else.

He tucks his hands behind his head and stares up at the cloudless sky.

“How do any of these things happen?”

My cheeks redden as always when I find my words difficult to find. I press the back of my palm to one.

“I mean, did you know you were bi before you met Zane?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps I’d registered that I find guys attractive, but I never especially wanted to act on it. With Zane, it was different. We have a similar sense of humour, a similar outlook on the world and with Ollie doing his arty farty crap and Seb off doing his shit, we were often together. One night I’d had a few beers – a bit of dutch courage – and I made a move.”