Page 77 of The Drama King

Corvus moved to the windows, but I caught the slight hesitation in his movements. He'd watched us before, analyzed our dynamics, but never actually participated. Tonight felt different—the successful elimination of Robbie had broken down barriers that had kept him separate from our more physical pack bonding.

"You sure about this?" Oakley asked, noting Corvus's uncharacteristic uncertainty. "You've always preferred to observe."

Corvus paused at the window, his analytical mask slipping to show something more vulnerable underneath. "Tonight feels... different. What I did to the Gao boy, the way it felt to completely destroy someone..." He turned back to us, dark eyes hungry but uncertain. "I want more than just observation."

"Then you'll get it," I said, my voice carrying pack authority. "But once you cross this line, Corvus, there's no going back to just watching from the sidelines."

"I understand," he said, sealing the blinds with newfound determination.

The familiar ritual began, but there was an edge of anticipation knowing we were finally bringing our third pack member fully into the fold.

"Strip," I commanded. "Both of you. Now."

Oakley moved with his usual confidence, but Corvus was more deliberate, his movements careful as if he was still processing this shift in dynamics. When they were both naked, I could see the difference—Oakley relaxed and ready, Corvus aroused but still slightly tense with uncertainty.

"On your knees," I continued, shedding my own clothes.

They dropped down, but Corvus glanced at Oakley as if seeking confirmation he was doing this right. It was endearing,seeing our usually controlled strategist uncertain about pack dynamics for once.

"You've been patient, Corvus," I said, moving to stand before them. "Always watching, always analyzing, never letting yourself feel what we feel. But tonight you eliminated a threat for the pack. That deserves... full membership."

His breath hitched at the implication, pupils dilating as he realized what I was offering.

"Tell us again how you broke him," I commanded, gripping his hair. "But this time, tell us how it felt. Not the strategy—the satisfaction."

"I..." Corvus started, then stopped, his clinical facade cracking. "It felt incredible. Watching him crumble, feeling that complete power over someone who thought he was safe. When he signed that paper with shaking hands..." He groaned softly. "I've never felt anything like it."

"Good," I said, my grip tightening. "That's what pack feels like. That's what we're going to do to her—but together this time."

"I cornered him in his room," Corvus said, his voice rough with memory and arousal. "Pressed him against the wall and made him relive every second of submission. How he begged for my cock, how tight he was around my knot, how he called me Alpha while still wearing her scent."

"Good," I said, my grip tightening. "And you've been patient, Oakley. Waiting for your turn to show what you can do to tight Omega holes."

Oakley's eyes were dark with hunger. "I just want to feel her clench around me. Want to knot her so deep she forgets her own name."

"She will," I promised, stroking his jaw with my free hand. "Soon she'll be taking all of us. No choice in the matter."

The words sent visible shudders through both of them. I could smell their arousal spiking, could see how their bodies responded to the combination of dominance and promise.

"Touch each other," I commanded, settling back to watch this new dynamic unfold. "Show me how much you've been thinking about splitting her open on your cocks. Corvus—show Oakley what you learned from breaking that male Omega."

There was a moment of hesitation before they moved together, but then something shifted in Corvus. The power he'd felt destroying Robbie seemed to awaken something dominant in him that had been dormant. Instead of following Oakley's lead as I'd expected, Corvus grabbed the other Alpha by the hair and yanked his head back.

"On your hands and knees," Corvus commanded, his voice carrying newfound authority.

Oakley's eyes went wide with surprise, but he complied without question, clearly recognizing the dominance that had emerged in Corvus. Our gentle, submissive pack member settling into position while our former observer took control.

"That's it," I encouraged, fascinated by this development. "Show him what real dominance feels like, Corvus. What you felt when you had that male Omega trembling under you."

Corvus's hands were sure now, no longer hesitant as he positioned himself behind Oakley. "I made him remember every second of submission," he said, his voice rough with discovered hunger. "How he begged, how he broke. Just like you're going to break for me now."

Oakley groaned, clearly overwhelmed by this unexpected reversal of their usual dynamic. "Corvus, fuck—"

"That's it," Corvus cut him off, his analytical nature now focused entirely on domination rather than observation. "Let me show you what I learned about taking what you want instead of just watching."

"You've been watching us for months," I observed, stroking myself as I watched this power shift unfold. "Now you're finally taking what you want."

"Finally understanding," Corvus corrected, his hands gripping Oakley's hips with newfound confidence. "All those times I analyzed pack dynamics, studied dominance patterns... I never realized how it felt to actually be the one in control."