Page 37 of Into the Fire: Before

There was no docility, no hesitation, no yielding in Taryn’s kiss. Even though we were following another alpha’s commands, she was in control and she knew it. She ran this show. This entire little game was about pleasuring her, about treating her like a goddess, like a queen. And she fucking knew it. She kissed me like she was a goddess and I, a mere mortal she intended to draw her pleasure from.

Draw your pleasure from me, draw my goddamn spirit straight out. I surrender it.

Her lips moved against mine, her tongue encouraging mine to join in. They ran against each other. My hand on her knee tightened, which made her grip squeeze on my hair. I pressed my hand on her skirt down harder, trying desperately to pushpast the fabric toward the spot I knew was likely hot and throbbing just out of reach. God, I wanted to touch it, lick it, suck it, wanted to rub it in tight light circles until this beautiful omega begged me to—

“Stop,” Brea commanded, and Taryn broke the kiss without hesitation. I was so drunk on her I could barely take her in. The color in her cheeks, the shine of her eyes, the glossy moisture on her lips. Moisture left by me.

“Kiss Brooks.”

I felt the loss of her the second she turned away, pulling Brooks in by his hair and treating him to the same melting kiss I’d just received. That loss didn’t last long, though. My heart hammered as I watched Taryn and Brooks devour each other. Something more than excitement, adrenaline, lust bloomed in my chest as I felt his mounting ecstasy through the bond. Watching my mate enjoy this omega so thoroughly, watching her vanquish his mouth so eagerly…damn if I wasn’t even more turned on by it.

I felt the spike in Brooks’ arousal through our bond the moment before he moved his hand from her breast, up over her chest to cup the back of her skull, his own fingers smoothing through her silky hair to pull her in closer.

A little chuckle sounded behind me, and I heard Brea stand from her chair. “Naughty, naughty beta,” she purred, crossing closer to us. “Touching what you’re not supposed to.”

They barely heard her, both too caught up in each other.

“Beta,” Brea said with a sharp tone. Just shy of a bark. Brooks finally broke away from Taryn, leaving his hands where they lay at her knee and at her neck. “You broke a rule, baby beta,” she crooned. Brooks swallowed, eyes locked on the alpha standing just before him. “I told you there’d be consequences. Now, stand up.”

Brooks obeyed, his body rising as he left his hands on the omega for literally as long as he could before they pulled away from her as he straightened. Brea pointed to the spot of ground just before Taryn’s spread legs. “Kneel.”

My heart raced. I didn’t know what kind of punishment it was that he’d be fucking eye level with the pussy I’d been wanting to see and touch and taste for the last ten minutes. Brooks didn’t either, apparently, as he dropped to his knees hard enough to make my own shudder with sympathetic pain.

“Hands behind your back.”

Brooks obeyed again, eyes laser-focused on the spot between her legs, his cheeks pinking. Heat spiked through the bond. Hunger.

Brea bent down to speak into Brooks’ ear, her dark red hair falling over her shoulder. “You are not to move, or speak, or touch. Do you understand, Beta?”

“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Yes what?”

He hesitated for just a moment, eyes flicking toward me, a question in the bond. I swallowed. Was this something we were okay with? But just as quickly as the question entered my mind, I knew the answer. Yes. Yes, this was part of the game, part of the fun.

Brooks swallowed too, eyes never leaving mine as he answered her. “Yes, Alpha.”

I should’ve felt territorial. Should’ve hated my beta, my mate calling another person by that name. I should’ve been snarling or pulling back, should’ve wanted to end this.

But none of that happened. No, instead, my cock gave a nearly painful pulse.

We are so, very, incredibly, fucked.

“Now,” Brea said as she turned to me, “Lin played by the rules. Lin respected the bounds of the game. So Lin gets areward.” My breath caught in my chest. “Lin will get to touch my omega.” My soul left my damn body. “Skin to skin.” Yep, it was floating somewhere in the upper stratosphere. “Lin will have fifteen seconds of unrestricted access to the sweetest spot on my omega. Fifteen seconds to make her come on his fingers while our naughty little beta here watches. And if Lin brings my omega over the edge in fifteen seconds, he gets a prize.”

Could a person speak without a soul? I supposed so, since I cleared my throat and asked, voice gravelly, “Prize?”

Brea bit down on her bottom lip, the corner turning up in a smirk. “We have six holes between us, Alpha,” she breathed. “You make my omega come on your fingers in fifteen seconds, and you get your pick of them.”

Greek goddess. Forest nymph. Mystical fae. I couldn’t decide. All I knew: she absolutely was beyond this world.

Brea pulled her phone out, the glow of it softening her features just a touch. Maybe on someone else, it would’ve diminished their power, their aura of command. Not Brea. Brea could command armies in a power suit and Louboutins as easily as she could in elephant pajamas with sleep-tousled hair. Just the image popping into my mind was enough to make me chuckle and make my belly tighten with want.

Brooks breathed heavily before us, Brea, standing beside him with a surety to her stance. “You may touch my omega, Alpha,” she said, voice sultry. “A few seconds to make sure she’s ready for you.”

Blessings on blessings. I willed my hand not to tremble as I slid it up Taryn’s inner thigh—soft, silky, perfect—until I reached the heat of her pussy. Our eyes were locked, hers glazed and hungry. Mine must’ve been just the same. Barely breathing, I creeped my fingertips under her soaked panties. She whimpered, spurring a fireball to singe me through my core. My touch edged slowly through the coarse hair until I found thesource of that delicious, delectable scent, her swollen and soaked lips calling out to me. I swiped a finger through, and Taryn whimpered again, her head falling forward so our foreheads touched.

We’d barely even begun. I barely knew her or her alpha. But somehow, this moment, as I awaited permission to truly start, Taryn and I felt like one being. A perfect circle, connected at our foreheads then down and through my fingers grazing the outer lips of her cunt. Back up through her and to our minds kissing.

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