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“Tush Meeker. You know Lord Paxton and the Colonel are more like to throw you out on your ear if you stayed at home while I menaced London.”
“No threats if you just stayed home,” he grumbled. I grinned, inordinately pleased that he treated me with the same brusque familiarity as he did Jack and Pax.
We tracked my mates down to a fencing studio which had been owned by an Italian omega Luciano and his alpha mate, but they’d sold it to an alpha I did not know. The establishment was invitation only. I lacked an invitation, but I held a trump card. Access to the servants stair—how else was an omega to learn to fence from a master of the art?
Below stairs was bustling, but none took a second look at me as I found my way upstairs and to a private front room where the invitees could practice the duello and found it empty but for my mates.
There was a reason fencing was likened to dancing. The footwork of these great alphas was so powerfully graceful that my pulse began to race and my core to clench. Goddess, I wanted to see them stripped down to better watch the play of their muscles.
I blinked and missed a clever piece of skill that saw the buttoned tip of Pax’s rapier rested for a third time on Jack’s nose.
“Touch.” Pax smirked.
Jack batted it out of the way only for Pax to flick the blade in an arc and announce “touch” as it landed on my mate’s bottom lip.
“You are slow, Soldier,” Pax purred, pulling the tip from his lip and dragging it up his cheek, along his brow, before returning to the tip of Jack’s nose.
“You’re better with a blade. Is that what you want me to admit?” Jack growled.
“Oh, no… I don’t need you to tell me I am better with my sword. I know every time I cross swords with you I’ll come. Out. On. Top.”
I could see everything thanks to the mirrors that lined the walls.
Goddess, these mirrors. When we returned–after I made my deserved fury known–I would demand Pax cover whatever empty space on our walls with glass. I never wanted to miss a moment or angle of my mates. And perhaps I could use the excuse of my art rather than the more base and carnal need.
“I’d beat you in a fair fight,” Jack ground out. Tossing his rapier aside, he lunged at Pax, who, with a quickness unexpected in suck a tall man, stepped out of his way. Jack, though, kept his balance enough to twist as he fell and grab Pax around the waist, causing them both to fall to the ground. As they wrestled on the floor, their scent, heady with arousal, filled in the room. I do not know how, but Pax ended up on top. From my angle and with the help of the mirrors, I could see how his hard cock pressed against his breeches. Jack saw it too and went limp, hands running up, thumbs sweeping against the inside of Pax’s thighs, but never touching the bulge.
Pax cursed under his breath and pinned Jack’s hands above his head. “Stay,” he commanded.
Goddess Jack looked beautiful lying there with Pax straddling his chest. The only indication my silver alpha lacked perfect control was how his hands fumbled as he struggled with the fastenings of his breeches. Then his cock was out, already leaking precum, which dripped into Jack’s open, panting mouth.
“Give it to me.” Jack demanded.
“You need to earn it.”
“Oh?”
“Admit it.” Pax stroked himself, smoothing the precum over his shaft. “Admit you like it when an alpha dominates you.”
“You are wrong.” Jack licked his lips, his eyes never straying from Pax’s silver gaze. “I don’t like being dominated by an alpha. I don’t even like when you dominate me.”
“Liar,” Pax barked. His free hand slapped Jack so hard my other alpha’s head snapped to the side. I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped. I hated to see this kind of aggression between them. My body had other thoughts, responding to their scents and knowing by smell alone that Jack didn’t have a problem with Pax slapping him. “Liar.”
“No. I don’t like it… I crave it.” Jack’s hands went to cup Pax’s buttocks, kneading the strong muscle, while he thrust up into nothing. If only I was there, he could be thrusting into me. But this wasn’t for me. I was just an outsider, watching a moment between them. Another part of their relationship evolving and blooming before my eyes. I wanted to leave, but there was no way out of the room without passing them and disturbing them. So I stayed where I was to see what happened next.
“You…”
“Oh, Benedict.” Jack’s purring chuckle threw Pax off. “You’ve no idea how hard it makes me when you alpha me… Do it, Benedict. Alpha me.”
I whimpered, and two heads whipped in my direction.
“Trix?”
Pax stood, stuffing his still hard cock into his breeches, and stalked to where I was hiding.
“How did you get here?”
“In a carriage. Meeker accompanied me.”
