Page 40 of The Drama King (The University Players Duet #1)

twenty-eight

Dorian

A surge of dark satisfaction shot through me, followed immediately by something hotter, more primal.

It was done. Robbie Gao would be gone by tomorrow, taking with him Vespera's access to military-grade suppressants and industrial scent blockers.

The chemical barriers that had allowed her to hide from us during her last heat would be stripped away, leaving her vulnerable to biological imperative.

And to us.

I forwarded the message to Oakley with a single word: My place. Now.

Twenty minutes later, we were gathered in my living room—Oakley sprawled in one of my leather chairs, cedar scent sharp with barely contained energy, while Corvus stood by the window, still wearing his expensive suit from the day's character assassination but with his tie loosened and top button undone.

"Details," I said without preamble, pouring three glasses of bourbon with hands that weren't entirely steady.

"Complete capitulation," Corvus replied, accepting his drink with a satisfied smile. "Signed indefinite medical leave citing family health concerns. He'll be off campus by morning, pharmaceutical access permanently revoked."

"How'd you break him?" Oakley asked, leaning forward with obvious hunger.

Corvus's smile turned predatory. "Made him relive every second of me knotting him in that lighting booth. Reminded him how he begged for my cock while still reeking of her heat scent. By the end, he was shaking so hard he could barely hold the pen."

"Fuck," I breathed, my cock already hardening at the mental image. "You destroyed him."

"Completely. The male Omega was providing her with resources we couldn't counter—suppressants that made her heat cycle invisible, scent blockers that neutered her natural pheromone production. Now she'll have to rely on campus health services."

I took a long drink, letting the implications sink in. "Which means next time..."

"We'll smell every fucking second of it," Corvus finished. "Every wave of need, every desperate hour when her biology screams for Alpha cock. No more hiding behind chemistry."

The crude assessment sent heat straight to my groin. Vespera in heat, vulnerable and exposed, her sweet jasmine scent thick with desperation while we circled like wolves. No barriers, no artificial suppressants, just pure biological need demanding she spread her legs for Alpha dominance.

"How long do we have?" I asked, my voice rougher than intended.

"Based on stress patterns and her previous cycle timing, her next heat should come early," Corvus replied, settling into the remaining chair with fluid grace. "The elimination of her support network will accelerate the process. Isolation and anxiety are known heat triggers."

Oakley was already hard, I could see it straining against his jeans.

"Fuck, I keep thinking about her last heat.

Standing outside her building for hours, trying to catch even a trace of her scent.

Knowing she was burning just floors above us, probably fingering herself with those pathetic toys, needing cock and getting nothing. "

"Next time will be different," Corvus said, his analytical mask slipping to reveal the predator underneath. "No suppressants. No blockers. No fake knots. Just her, her biology, and three Alphas who've been denied too fucking long."

I was rock hard now, the crude imagery hitting exactly right. "She'll try to hide. Lock herself away, tough it out with whatever shit the health center gives her."

"Let her try," Corvus replied. "Campus supplies are garbage—basic suppositories, mild pain relievers. Nothing that'll mask her scent when she's dripping slick and begging for a real knot."

"Christ," Oakley muttered, palming himself through his jeans. "How do we play it? Pin her down the second she goes into heat, or let her suffer first?"

I noted the hardness in his tone—this was the Oakley that few people saw, the one whose normally gentle nature evaporated completely when Alpha instincts took over. For all his medical interests and compassionate facade, he became just as predatory as the rest of us when rut biology kicked in.

The question sent my pulse racing. There was something to be said for letting her understand exactly how fucked she was. How completely we'd stripped away her defenses.

"We let her cycle start," I decided, my voice rough with need.

"Let her realize her fancy suppressants are gone.

Let her understand that this time, there's nowhere to hide.

" I set down my bourbon, no longer needing it when my blood was already burning.

"And then we show her what a real Alpha knot feels like. "

The words sent visible shudders through both my packmates. All that buildup, all that waiting, and soon we'd have our Omega exactly where we wanted her—desperate, needy, and completely fucking ours.

"Jesus," Oakley groaned, his hand moving to his crotch. "I need to get off before I lose my mind."

The blunt honesty cut through the charged air. We were all wound tight as springs, three Alphas at peak hunting instinct who'd just eliminated their prey's last defense. The anticipation was making us feral.

"I know what you need," I said, standing with purpose. "What we all need."

They looked up at me with dilated pupils and parted lips, already knowing where this was heading. If we couldn't have our Omega yet, we could at least work out some of this dangerous energy.

"Close the blinds," I ordered.

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."

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.