Page 78 of The Drama King

Oakley was trembling under Corvus's touch, clearly surprised but aroused by this development. "Didn't know you had it in you," he gasped.

"Neither did I," Corvus admitted, leaning down to bite Oakley's shoulder possessively. "But after today, after feeling that complete power over someone... I want more. I want to feel it with her too."

The admission sent heat through all of us. Our clinical strategist wasn't just joining our physical dynamics—he was discovering his own dominant nature, awakened by the destruction of Robbie.

"She'll take everything we give her," I said, moving to kneel in front of Oakley as Corvus claimed him from behind. "All three of us. But now we have two dominants and one who knows how to submit perfectly."

I gripped Oakley's hair, guiding his mouth to my cock. "Show Corvus how good you are at this," I commanded. "Show him what our little Omega will learn to do."

Oakley's warm mouth enveloped me just as Corvus found his rhythm, the dual sensations making him moan around my length. The vibrations sent heat straight through me while I watched Corvus discover his dominant nature.

"I want to see her face when she realizes she can't resist," Corvus growled, his thrusts making Oakley take me deeper. "Want to make her break the way I broke him—but with all of us claiming her at once."

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, using Oakley's mouth while Corvus used his body. "Just like this—her mouth, her holes, all of us taking what we want."

The crude promises and the sight of our former observer completely dominating our usual submissive while Oakley serviced us both sent us all over the edge. Corvus came first with a dominant roar, then I followed as Oakley's throat worked around me, then Oakley shattered between us with a muffled cry.

We scented each other thoroughly afterward, but there was something different about it now—Corvus marking Oakley possessively from behind while I marked his throat, and both of them acknowledging my pack leadership through submission to my scent.

"How was that?" I asked, noting how Corvus was looking at Oakley with new possessive hunger.

"Different," Corvus said, his analytical nature returning but tempered with this new dominant awareness. "I've fucked Omegas before, but this... taking control within pack dynamics, feeling that hierarchy... it's intoxicating."

"Now imagine applying that to her," I said, running possessive hands over both of them. "All that strategy and psychological warfare, but combined with pack dominance. Two Alphas coordinating to break her down, and one who knows exactly how to make submission feel irresistible."

"Exactly," Corvus agreed, his hand still possessively gripping Oakley's hip. "I've always preferred psychological control with other partners. But with her, with us... I want both. I want to break her mind while we claim her body."

By the time we collapsed together on my couch, we were all thoroughly satisfied and bonded. The dangerous tension finally released, replaced by the kind of predatory calm that came before a successful hunt.

"Her next heat," Oakley said, his voice hoarse from use.

"Soon," I agreed, running possessive hands over both of them. "And then she learns what happens to Omegas who think they can deny Alpha biology."

"She's going to be so fucking tight," Corvus added with dark satisfaction. "All that resistance, all that fight—it's just going to make breaking her sweeter."

I smiled into the darkness, surrounded by my pack and drunk on anticipation. Soon we'd have everything we'd worked for—our stubborn little Omega finally where she belonged, spread open and desperate beneath us.

She thought she was strong enough to resist indefinitely. Thought losing her pharmaceutical supplier was just another setback to endure.

She had no idea we'd just eliminated the only thing standing between her and complete surrender to biological imperative.

Very fucking soon, she'd learn exactly what it meant to be hunted by Alphas who always got what they wanted.

twenty-nine

Vespera

Thesilencehitmefirst.

I stood outside Robbie's dorm room, key card trembling in my hand, staring at the blank nameplate where his name should have been. The hallway smelled wrong—too clean, like industrial disinfectant instead of the familiar mix of coffee and contraband pharmaceuticals that usually leaked from under his door.

"Robbie?" I knocked anyway, the sound echoing hollowly. "It's Vespera."

Nothing.

My stomach dropped as I swiped my card—the one he'd programmed to give me emergency access months ago. The light flashed red. Denied. I tried again, then a third time, my hands starting to shake.

"Excuse me." A passing student paused, eyeing my obvious distress with the detached curiosity of someone who'd learnednot to get involved in other people's drama. "You looking for the guy who used to live there? He's gone."