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Chapter fourteen

Roan

This isn’t like anything I’ve seen or heard about.

I’m aware of the basics of BDSM in an ephemeral sense.

I shared my studio space with a photographer who was really into Shibari and body contortion for a while.

She gave the same talk to every model before a session.

I had it practically memorised at one point.

Consent is everything, and one word can end the scene.

On a fundamental level, I get what Clay is telling me. He’s a Dom, or Alpha, I guess, but it doesn’t sound like he and Mitch ever stop having a scene. Their nature has led to them having a certain dynamic and expectation around their whole life. What if I can’t live up to that?

“Do I get a safeword?”

“Course.” He nods. “You can also just say no at any point. We don’t usually play that rough.”

“Mine’s jelly,” Mitch offers. “Short and easy.”

“Then can I say toast ?” I ask. “I want to have sex, and I want to try this, but all the time sounds like a lot.”

“We don’t use our titles or designations outside of the pack,” Mitch explains.

“Clay only refers to me as Beta when we’re alone.

It’s meant to be something special, just for us.

We’re not trying to make you act any different than you already do, Roan.

It’s more like we want you to turn it up a notch, when it’s just us. ”

How do I already act?

In my head, there are two sides of me. The one that sounds more like my mother telling me I’m nothing more than a spoiled little girl.

And the one where I know I’ve worked fucking hard to get where I am.

The one that is confident in my choices and hopeful for the long, successful future ahead of me.

All the time I spent practising, all the time I spent making mistakes, have led to my greatest adventure here in Hallow’s Cove.

I want to be the version of me that’s fearless.

Clay and Mitch have been amazingly honest with me tonight, let me geek out and dance badly without any worry I’d be judged for it.

If I’m honest with myself, I want nothing more than everything they are offering me right now. My body and soul are hungry for them.

“Roan, sugar,” Clay’s voice is thick, washing over me like a hot shower after a long day. “You still in there?”

“Sorry, sorry,” I apologise quickly. “Did you ask a question?”

“Do you still want to do this, with us?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” I grin.

Clay stands up first and offers me his hand. His rounded claws tickle my skin as he steps behind me. He slides the straps of my dress down, inch by inch, making all my hairs stand on end as his mate watches. Mitch cups his cock over his pants.

“You're so fucking beautiful, Omega,” he whispers.

I look at all of him, thick fur wrapped around his muscular frame. Mitch looks like someone I want to sink my teeth into. “You're easy on the eyes yourself.”

“Isn’t he?” Clay whispers, unclasping my bra. “That pretty body is begging for attention.”

I can't stop my sigh when my bra comes off. That thing is fucking irritating, but if I'm gonna dress nice, I've got to wear it. Mitch lets out a little whimper as Clay touches me. His fingers smooth down my arms, gently tracing my tattoos.

He glides his fingers over my apron belly without any hesitation, squeezing it as he pulls me a little tighter into him.

“Here's what I want to happen tonight,” he says, kissing my neck. “I want you to tease our Beta while I get a taste of your perfect pussy.”

My breath hitches. Are my nipples hard? Am I that hot already? Yes. Yes, I am. Mitch is practically panting on the bed, his tail thumping against the duvet as he takes his boxers off.

“When you're nice and wet for us, Omega, then we're going to see just how Mitch compares to your fake knot.”

“What about you?” I ask, turning my head to look back at Clay.

He's still dressed. He hasn't even taken his shirt off. I know his body's excited, I can feel how hard he is against my low back. But his plans don't seem to include his pleasure. Does he not want us to touch him?

“I want to see you too,” I push a little when he doesn't answer me.

“Alpha?” Mitch joins in, a little worry in his voice now too. “What can we do for you?”

“You think you can handle my knot while you fuck our girl?” he asks.

“Oh, the hardship,” Mitch throws an arm over his face dramatically, and I giggle. “However shall we manage, darlin'? To have our Alpha on top of us, pushing us closer together, ruining our holes.”

“I like the idea of a chain,” I say, more to Clay than Mitch. “I want you both.”

“Then get to work.”

Clay taps my ass lightly as I crawl into their big bed. I've got half a mind to make a face at him, but once I'm in arm’s reach, Mitch takes full control.

He kisses me with the same passion as he did outside, all tongue and teeth and eagerness that has me moaning into his mouth. His cock presses into my tummy, hotter and wetter than I imagined it would be.

Will it taste different than I imagined?

It's a struggle to pull myself back from our kiss, to let go of his fur enough that I can kiss down the rest of him. I've given one sort of blowjob in my life, to a Cecaelia I went on a date with. But that was more sucking her tentacle while she used one of her suction cups on my clit.

This is different. One, Mitch doesn't have any suckers to get caught on my teeth. Two, this experience hopefully won't end with only one of us finishing. I've learned I want my partners to take pleasure with me, from me, and not just me from them.

And the bit of fluid dribbling down Mitch’s dick tells me he wants pleasure too. He's a decent size, a little less girthy than my dildo, which is probably good. His shaft is red and slick all the way down to where his knot swells just above his sheath.

“Ass up for me.” Clay’s husky voice reminds me I'm not just here to stare at some beautiful anatomy, but to enjoy.

I arrange myself on my hands and knees, letting Clay take my knickers off. I glance at Mitch as I kiss the very tip of his shaft.

“Keep going, darlin'. I'm all yours right now,” he encourages.

I lick up the pre-cum from his dick, tasting the salty, savory flavor of him. He jerks when my tongue swirls around his knot, hips stuttering for place to slam into.

The ghost of Clay's breath across my thighs makes me tense. He spreads my ass cheeks and both of them groan in unison.

“You smell so fucking good, Omega,” Clay murmurs. “So wet and pretty.”

“I want it all over our bed, Alpha. Make a mess,” Mitch says.

His fingers move to my hair, a suggestive tug at first, until he's gathered it in his fist to guide me down onto his cock. I swallow his tip just as Clay spreads my pussy lips farther apart with his fingers. Hot breath fans across my wet skin, and then his tongue flicks against my clit.

Oh, fuck.

My arms shake with how good it feels. It's almost easy.

I know what I'm supposed to do, I know what they want me to do, and I’m getting what I want.

Mitch moans as I swallow his dick, the gentle hand in my hair helping me find the tempo he likes.

Clay licks and teases me, fucking his tongue little by little into my dripping pussy.

It's so easy to turn my brain off. I close my eyes, letting my other senses take the lead. My heart pounds so hard, I feel my pulse in my clit. The heady weight of my Beta’s cock on my tongue grounds me while my Alpha’s mouth shoots electricity right through my veins.

Is sex always like this? Can it always be like this?

“Fuck,” Mitch shouts, pulling my mouth off him.

Drool and pre-cum dribble down my lips as I moan. My brain is on cloud nine right now, swimming in desire.

“Damn, lookachta, so gorgeous, Omega,” Mitch pants. His dick is still hard, but he won't let me suck it again. “Focus on Alpha, he wants you to come for him.”

As if to emphasise that, Clay moans against my pussy. My arms give out and I fall against Mitch’s pelvis. Every breath I suck in now is mixed with the smell of his arousal. It's intoxicating.

The closer I get to orgasm, the higher I am the warm scent of him.

“That's it, darlin', so good for us. Relax, let yourself finish. You can do that for us.”

“Yes,” I whimper, voice strained with need. “Please, Clay.”

At my words, he grips my ass harder. A thrill cuts through my hazy desire, and I realise just how close I am. My body shakes with need and my lower stomach tightens.

“Don't stop, don't stop,” I chant as he sucks on my clit.

I shout when I come. My hips jerk hard and my legs shake as my pussy convulses against Clay's face. He keeps suckling until I'm pulling away, completely overwhelmed.

“Oh, I think you're in trouble, sugar,” he groans. “Going to have to keep you pinned right here, feasting on your pussy every day.”

“If it always feels this amazing, I won't complain.” I groan, not ready to move just yet. Mitch pets my hair as I level out, trying to catch my breath. His hard cock bobs right next to my face.

“You want more?” he finally asks.

“I'm all yours.”