Page 17 of Welcome to Seaman’s Cove: Part Two

He tugs my boxers down along with his own, and lines our cocks up together, wrapping both his hands around them. I groan, instantly rock hard again.

“Let me paint a picture of how it’s gonna be,” he says, voice gravelly. “Know how much you love when I tell you what to do? Well, Hunt’s even better at it. He’ll direct this tight little ass exactly where he wants it.” He drops one hand from our shafts just long enough to give my ass a quick slap. “I bet he’ll make you beg for it. He’ll make you sit there on your knees and watch while he fucks me.”

Phoenix is playing dirty, because he knows how much I like to watch. It isn’t like I haven’t stroked myself to completion while he fucked a random beta we brought home. But this is Hunter, another alpha, and one who could steal my firebird from me. I must be a masochist because, despite the jealous anger that rips through me, I’ve never been more turned on. Pre-cum drips from my cock onto his, easing the glide of his fists.

“You’ll beg for relief. From me, from Madi, from him. Anyone to fuck this needy hole.” One hand teases my back entrance without giving me what I really want. “But we won’t give in. Not yet.” He cups my balls and gives a little tug. “Hunt and I will fuck Madi together with Caspian. It’ll be all your worst fears come to life. The poor little beta left out while the big bad designations fuck each other’s brains out. I’ll take her cunt while Hunter shoves his cock down her throat and Caspian knots her ass. And you’ll sit there and watch, hard and unsatisfied.”

Yep, full-on masochist. It sounds horrible. Every nervous fear actualized. But it also hits on the voyeurism kink I’ve only ever been confident enough to share with Phoenix. The picture he’s painting has me leaking all over his hand. My toes curl, fists clenching at my sides.

“And you know what will happen after that?” Phoenix tightens his grip.

I shake my head, barely able to see straight. All I can picture is the pack of them pleasuring themselves without me, making me watch. Maybe tied up in a cuck chair. Fuck, why do I both love and hate that idea? Somehow having my fears put into such an erotic scene makes me feel more confident.

“What would happen next?” I gasp.

Phoenix grins. “Such a little slut. You want it so bad don’t you.”

I’ve always liked degradation from Phoenix, and he knows it. He knows everything that turns me on. The only thing I’ve ever held back from him is why bonding scares me so much.

“After you beg and cry and plead and leak all over yourself until you’re a filthy mess, we’ll turn all of that attention on you, our slutty little beta boy.” Phoenix licks a line up my cheek, then rubs his neck against mine, scent marking me.

“Can you imagine it, Sebby? Who would you want first? You have no idea how sweet our omega tastes. Would you want her to sit on your face while I fucked you? Or would you want to choke on Hunter’s cock until you cry? I know how much you love giving head. Or maybe you’d want to feel our merman’s ridged cock in your ass?”

“He’s ridged?” I gasp as Phoenix’s thumb breaches my back hole. I’m already barreling toward an orgasm. I’m putty in his hands, and I know he’s gonna milk every bit of pleasure from me. He finger-fucks me with fast hard strokes. It’s like he’s trying to make up for the time we spent apart.

“Oh yeah, but only in his merman form. You want him to fuck you in the water, Seb baby? Is that what you want first? I don’t think you’ll be able to handle all of us at once.”

“Oh, I could. But…” More relaxed and confident than I’ve been in weeks, I stick two fingers in my mouth, then bring them to Phoenix’s tight ring. “I want you first, Firebird. Always you.”

Phoenix groans, then bites my shoulder hard enough to break skin and leave a nasty bruise. Without omega heat pheromones present, it won’t form a bond, but the insinuation is enough to send me flying, cum spilling out of me along with a ragged curse.

Phoenix doesn’t stop. He licks his bloody lips and keeps pumping our cocks together in his massive hand until he shoots his load all over my stomach. Still trying to catch his breath, he smears the mess around, coating me in his scent. It’s primal and instinctive, and it soothes some of the anxiety in my chest.

“I’m not leaving you behind, beta.” He kisses the bite mark on my shoulder. “Don’t try to push me away or get all up in your head. I won’t let you self-sabotage when we should be celebrating. We’ve found our pack, and it’s so beautifully serendipitous. We’re gonna be ridiculously happy.”

I want to buy into Phoenix’s optimism. But we still have such a long way to go until we get to ‘ridiculously happy.’ There are so many obstacles in the way, and I have no idea how to scale them.

Phoenix is sunshine and positivity, hope and mischievous joy. I, on the other hand, can’t help thinking how easily this could all fall apart.

12

It’s almost two in the morning when Sebastian joins me back in the main cabin. I snuck in here as soon as I heard him and Phoenix going at it through the thin walls. Despite my physical exhaustion, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, not while my mate is still gone, not alone in that tiny room. Not while my best friend and love of my life got railed right next door.

As Sebastian steps closer, I’m struck by the scent of Phoenix on him. Papaya and vanilla mix with Sebastian’s limoncello to make something refreshing and sophisticated that makes my mouth water. He’s got that post-sex glow. His hair is a mess, glasses slightly smudged, shirt wrinkled.

For a brief second, my cock reacts, thickening jealously in my shorts. Sebastian is a handsome man, and I get the impression that not many people get to see him disheveled and relaxed like this. It stirs something low in my gut. It doesn’t help that he showed me just how smart he is earlier while we were diving into the books and papers I brought. I’m a sapiosexual at my core.

“Hey,” he says, oblivious to the direction of my thoughts. He doesn’t look surprised to see me out here. “Care if I join you?”

I want him to join me on my lap, or maybe on his knees so I can come all over his face and really smudge up those sexy little glasses.

What the hell? Where did that come from? Must be the bonding sickness. Sexual neediness is a symptom, right?

I clear my throat. “Sure.”

Sebastian takes a seat across from me. Something in my chest aches at the distance. Sticky with sweat and overheated, I still shiver, muscles stiff and sore. I take off my button-up sweater and lay it on the empty chair next to me.

Sebastian watches me carefully. “You okay?”