Much more forward than I would normally be, I take hold of her hand and pull her through the door. She gasps, her body stiffening like she is expecting something. Instead of leading her into a false sense of security like I assume Sasha and Holden had expected of me, I don’t bother. I go straight for the kill.
It feels like it will be more satisfying that way.
“You know, you are the first woman who has ever denied me,” I say, coming in to stand behind her. I brush a few strands of hair away from her neck. I drag my stubble over her neck, chuckling as I see the visceral reaction she has to me.
Goosebumps and pebbled nipples.
Swallowing roughly, she tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. She will stay right here. Right where I want her.
Lennon grunts, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s a surprise you haven’t been rejected more often with your clear misinterpretation of consent.”
Something in me bristles. Consent is key to me. It’s the one thing I search for every single time I play. Both the verbal and physical kinds. But if she really wants to go there, I don’t mind pushing my own boundaries. I already do as much with Holden, the little slut always coming back for more. I chuckle darkly, gripping her hips tightly in my hands. I feel her wince more than see it. She'd better get used to the pain when she is with me. There is more where this little bite came from.
“I have a problem that I need you to rectify for me, little Omega,” I murmur, continuing to tease her with lingering puffs of air against the sensitive surface of her scent gland.
“I hardly see the importance in me being here while you deal with whatever problem that is,” she retorts, earning a small laugh from the three of us.
“That’s where you are wrong,” Sasha finally pipes up. Pushing off from the bench he had been leaning against, he comes to a stop in front of Lennon and me. “You are the center of it all. The very reason why I have been kept up at night. Why every single thought I have had these past weeks has been entirely consumed by you.”
I can feel the tension building in the little Omega. Every little tremble. Every little flinch. The way her breathing changed the moment Sasha stepped in front of her.
But more importantly, the change in her scent. While it is laced with fear, that much is evident from her body language alone, there is something else. Something that is tempting me. Giving me the encouragement to push her further.
Lust.
Raw, unbridled lust that threatens to make me a mess of myself.
Maybe in another life, I would have given in to the part of myself that wants to drop to my knees before her to worship the ground she walks on. But I don’t want that. I want to see her on her knees for us. I want to watch as she crawls to us. I want to see the way her face changes when she realizes this is the wolf’s den and that she has been our prey from the moment she walked through that door.
I’ve spent years repairing broken equipment. Relacing cracked visors. Straightening bent blades. Fixing what other people destroyed. Funny how easy it is to convince yourself you’re still the man who fixes things while helping break someone else.
“On your knees for us, Lennon.”
“No.”
A knife could cut through the tension in the room. Sasha’s face darkens, his eyes almost pitch black as he becomes something else. This other version that only seems to come out around Lennon.
“On your knees.Now.”
The Alpha bark echoes around the room, threatening even me to obey.
With a gasp, Lennon drops to her knees, her eyes widening as she obeys even against her will. It’s her turn to be pissed off now.
“You fucking cunt! Let me the fuck up now or I will…”
“Enough.”He commands again, the Omega going silent. But her face gives away every single emotion.
“Much better,” Sasha smiles, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “You are so much prettier when you obey me.”
Holden comes to stand beside Sasha, a hint of wonder in his eyes. It’s impossible not to admire just how perfect Lennon looks on her knees for us. She would look even better with nothing on and our cum roped over her face.
Soon. Very fucking soon.
I just need to be patient. Something I am finding I’m not very good at.
Lennon’s face reddens, anger prevalent on her pretty face. It’s a damn shame it’s only going to get worse from here on out.
