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“Did you just spoil the surprise?” Her eyes lit up, and she bounced off the bed, taking the velvet wrapped box from me. I watched, entranced, as she placed it down on her dressing table and peeled back the fabric. The box itself was plain, but when she opened it and gasped, I knew she was impressed by the craftsmanship.
“Do you like them? I thought you might want a new pair.”
“Oh, Pax… I…” She turned back to me and put her hands on my chest. “I like them very much. Thank you.”
I opened my arms wide. It was going to be so nice to just hold her for a moment, to show that I did not want or need anything from her—except a hug. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Tell her better than words or gifts how precious she was.
Just before I could fold her into my arms, she sank to her knees and ran her hands down my thighs.
“Beatrice, a hug perhaps.”
“Oh, I want to thank you in a different way… Or consider this another gift to me.” Her smile! Could anything be more wicked? How could I deny her this?
“I meant… You don’t have to—”
“But I want to taste you. Like I said, this is a gift to me, my lord.”
“Goddess!” I ran my hands over my face, trying to bring back reason, to step away from the temptation to slide my cock into her mouth over and over again until I could release my cum, paint her face and chest with it, mark her as mine.
Then Jack was at my back. His hot breath against my neck as he scented me. “Benedict, why not permit the lady to do as she wishes?”
“Vixen—” My voice caught, or perhaps that was Jack’s hand going around my throat, preventing me from looking down to see what my mate was doing.
“Don’t tease him.” Beatrice’s voice came from below. Her palm rubbing against my cock, which felt strangled by my breeches. The friction. Goddess, help me. Was I wound so tight that any more pressure would have me coming like a school boy? I held on.
“Please.” I swallowed the word. I’d not beg. Goddess, don’t let me beg. Immediately, she moved away. I struggled to look down, desperate to know why she’d stopped. Jack’s hand shifted to the nape of my neck, threading his fingers through my hair, controlling me. When had I given up the fight? When had my alpha decided that Jack could do as he wished? That I craved these moments when I gave up control to him and him alone?
“Look at her, alpha,” he whispered.
On her knees, Beatrice smiled up at me. “What do you want?”
“Take me out.”
Her fingers flew to the fastenings, loosening them enough that she could reach into my breeches and stroke the base of my cock. I could feel my pulse from my knot to the tip. But my damned cock was wedged in, so I had to endure the torture of her pulling them down until it sprung free, slapping against my stomach. Her mouth left hot and wet kisses on my knot but neglected my aching shaft.
“No.” Jack caught up my wrists before I could do something, anything. Whether to touch myself or guide her to wrap her pretty mouth around the tip. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Fuck,” I gasped when Beatrice cupped my balls.
“Later,” he promised. “After she worships your cock, you can fuck us however you want. Now make me jealous that you gave your gift first and put her on her knees like this. You look so perfect on your knees, Trix. So beautiful. Why not take him into your mouth? Choke on his fat cock.”
I growled when she took the head of my cock in her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue. She pulled back until it rested on her plump bottom lip. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. When I felt her tongue, the slit I looked down in time to see her lick away a pearl of precum. I watched, captivated, as she edged forward until her body was pressed against the length of my legs, her full breasts hot against my thighs. And as she came closer, she held her mouth open so that my cock moved further into her mouth before slipping into her throat. I wrestled with the need to thrust, in and out, in and out, before coming over her face and chest. The struggle had my knees buckling when she moaned around the intrusion—only Jack’s strength holding me up.
Then her lips dragged along my length in the opposite direction, a trail of spit and precum the only thing linking us. Again she began to take me into her mouth, the back of her throat, before once again pulling away. The rhythm too smooth and almost lazy had my hips stuttering with the need to fuck her mouth.
“She is torturing you, isn’t she?” Jack murmured against my neck. He set his teeth over her bite, sinking his teeth in. I could not be held responsible for the way my hips bucked, causing her to choke on my cock. “Goddess, she loves it. You can scent her. That slick running from her quim, coating her thighs. She likes when you use her. Our omega, so depraved, but just for us…”
“Too much. Stop talking.”
“You are the one who shouldn’t be talking,” Jack said and forced two fingers into my mouth. The tasted faintly of Beatrice since he hadn’t had the time to wash them. I sucked hard, my teeth scraping lightly across his knuckles as he thrust them into my mouth. “Don’t neglect his balls, Trix.”
I heard her whine of need just before she mouthed at my balls, sucked one into her mouth. I threaded my fingers through her hair but otherwise did not move. There was some kind of witchcraft in the way she manipulated my body. Then I felt it. A slim, wet finger probing the spot behind my balls, inching higher until it played with my asshole, gently pressing in.
“Vixen… Vixen…” I growled, but was unable to stop her. How could I when it felt so good? “Fuck.”
Then the finger broke through. I bit back a groan, grabbed Jack’s thigh, for my legs were too weak to hold me. Stars formed in my vision when she pressed on the spot where her finger had been only moments before. And then that mouth, which could challenge an alpha’s patience, released my balls and kissed up over my knot and along my cock. I risked looking down at the red curls, but instead met her eyes. They sparkled with mischief and desire, a heady combination to be sure.
“Thank you,” she said, before sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. The pull was nearly too intense, and my back arched. But I held back. I would not come yet. Not until I’d experienced everything she had planned for me.
