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BEATRICE
“I feel cold,”I whispered. The revelation that my friend—one I’d laughed with, danced with, even following the fashions of the day shared a harmless flirtation with (though never promising any more than friendship)—was speaking to Stimpson had me questioning my own judgement. Could I have been so wrong about Eliza? As wrong as I’d been about my mother? Perhaps their being female alphas made me less cautious. We were raised to fixate on knots—their pleasures, their dangers—rather than a tie. I’d lost sight of the fact that an alpha was an alpha, no matter that she wore skirts. Most likely, it was nothing. Stimpson must be a decade younger than her. A casual meeting of two persons in a public place. A coincidence and nothing more.
I was so caught up with my thoughts that I stumbled on the stairs.
“Omega, we have you.” Pax curled his body around mine. “We cannot know that she knows anything about what happened. It could have been an innocent conversation.”
I wriggled around so that I could bury my face against his chest. “I feel so out of control.” I admitted.
“Then I will give that control back to you,” my mate, my controlling mate, said with such fierceness for a moment all my fears were banished. He released me and knelt in front of Jack. The supplicant before the model of Mars made flesh.
“I—” He seemed unable to voice what he wanted, or perhaps what he needed. “I think I must.” He swallowed. “I will submit—”
Jack prevented the next words with a hand about Pax’s throat, squeezing the breath out of him. “Strip, Benedict. Then kneel in the centre of our mate’s nest.”
Pax brushed his lips against mine before taking the stairs two at a time. Jack stooped to pick me up. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his purr, while he followed our mate at a more sedate pace. But the gentle rumble did nothing to quiet the pounding of my heart, which I tried to convince myself was from desire and not the fear that Stimpson had resurfaced with the aim to hurt me.—though I had no intention to ever voice that concern to my alphas. They didn’t need the worry.
The hair on my arms stood on end as I watched our dominant lover shed his clothes. Then he stood there, cock half hard, staring at Jack with a fierceness that made whatever was to come so much more overwhelming for all of us.
“You aren’t kneeling. Go into the nest and kneel like a good alpha… You too, omega,” Jack purred. “Strip, kneel facing him. Do not touch, do not speak. I will be with you in a moment.”
I followed his orders, the thrill of the unknown, of surrendering to his whims. For there was one thing Jack had mastered—the art of invention in the bedroom. His mind created far more twisted and obscene acts than Pax, whose motivations tended towards complete control. I entered the nest to find Pax, his cock now as stiff as his posture.
I wanted to be closer. To put everything out of my head by indulging in the heady sensation of my mates as they worshipped my body. The only time I ever found true serenity was when we left behind worldly and earthly concerns behind in favour of savouring each other’s bodies.
I did not know how, but I was suddenly achingly close that our ragged breaths caused my stiff nipples to brush against his chest with each shaky inhalation. Pax was not unaffected and slowly bent closer until I felt the soft warmth of his breath on my temple. A ghost like kiss drifting along my face. Goddess, I wanted to reach out, but feared what we might be denied if we disobeyed.
Perhaps, perhaps, an accidental meeting of lips could not be considered touching, but instead a happy accident.
“Do not touch!” I heard the shout from the bedroom and froze, my lips a breath away from Pax’s. I rocked back on my heels, a dissatisfied huff leaving me. A reluctant smirk played across Pax’s face. We were caught.
Jack returned, a coil of rope over his shoulder and a wicked grin on his face.
“What? Not kneeling? That will—”
Jack’s words cut off as Pax knelt, his face level with my sex. I followed suit, desperate to keep my balance as I settled into the soft nest.
“Arms behind your back, Trix.”
I complied and soon my wrists were bound, the velvet sleeve covering them softening the feel of the roped against my skin. The angle had my back arching, my breasts pushed forward. Jack reached around me, weighing them, plucking at my nipples until they ached, and I could no longer keep the sounds of need back. Then his mouth was on my mate bites. Sucking, biting, soothing with sweeps of his tongue.
Jacked paused his ministrations. He rested his chin on my shoulder so that he could look at Pax. “I like him on his knees, don’t you agree?”
Pax lifted his chin, which exposed his throat to another alpha and omega—surely anathema in our society where alphas were meant to never show weakness. But there was power in that submission which stirred my blood and called to the part in me that gave up control to these alphas, not because my dynamic demanded submission but the heady sensation of freedom when another took on the responsibility of making choices for me.
“What is your will?” Pax asked.
Jack didn’t speak. Just set to work winding rope about our lover’s body, each pass carefully placed as if to highlight the strong planes of muscle.
“Beatrice?” Jack kissed my lips. His eyes grazed my face, checking that I was present in the moment with them, for I had not spoken in many minutes. I was so caught up in watching their sensual display. My scent sweetened at the sight of Pax tied up.
“You are nothing but a creature of chaos,” Jack murmured against my lips, his hands warming my limbs as he stroked my body. “What omega became aroused at the sight of an alpha bound?”
He sat back and flicked the tip of my nose, then brief kiss on my cheek and he was moving to Pax.
“Our sweet mate likes you tied up. Do you remember that night? I do…” He grinned against Pax’s mouth. “Shall I bind her up as well? Shall I use her to fuck your cock? Shall your cock stretch her tight cunt? Hmmm? Are you mine to play with?”
“Yes, I want that!” I whimpered. Pax stayed silent except for the heavy sound of his breaths, which came hard and fast. I met his eyes, my beautiful silver alpha.
