Page 99 of One for the Money
He squeezes his eyes shut, hips rotating underneath me, chasing more pleasure. “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Do you want to continue?” I ask him quietly. I don’t want the others to hear. This needs to be between the two of us. If he’s ready to stop, we can.
While he thinks about it, I take a moment to look at the others, to see if this was enough for them.
Quinton is splayed out on his stomach, one leg bent, and his ass hiked up by Matteo, who is taking him furiously from behind. I’m not sure when they switched positions, but the sight of my beautiful Beta taking what he needs leaves my core throbbing. The Alpha’s face is blissful, his hand underneath his body working his cock. Periodically, Matteo smacks his ass, snarling at Quinton to leave his cock alone, but he doesn’t stay away from it for long.
Jude is reclining on his couch, legs spread wide, cock pulled out from his zipper. He watches Dexter and me curiously, and his eyes don’t seem to be entirely clouded with the rut anymore. He’s in control for the most part, his handsome face relaxed as he slowly drags his hand up his thick cock.
Fuck, I want to taste that cock.
The showrunner catches me staring and drags his tongue across his lips sensually, making every part of my body light up with desire.
Dario is closest to us, but his eyes aren’t on me like I thought they’d be. Instead, he seems fascinated by Jude,who doesn’t notice the attention from the other Alpha. Dario’s shorts are tucked under his balls, and his cock is out, but his hand is motionless on it as he watches the Prime Alpha of the pack pleasure himself.
When Dexter thrusts up beneath me, a silent plea to continue, his cock rubs me just right and has me moaning softly. Dario’s eyes whip to me, full of heat, and his hand starts moving again as he takes me in.
Turning my attention back to the brother beneath me, I grab his cheeks with one hand. “I asked a question. Do you want to continue?”
Dexter whines at my touch, nodding rapidly. When I don’t release his face, he answers with a muffled yes.
I stand up and slide my boxers and panties down my body. The sound of fucking behind me stops, and I know Quinton and Matteo are watching me bare myself to them all.
Dexter’s cock is still rock hard when I take it in my hand and line it up with my slick-coated entrance. The pheromones of so many Alphas and my bonded Beta in one space have me so wet and ready that I don’t need him to warm me up, and I slide slowly down his length. He holds his breath, head thrown back, until I’m fully seated on him.
“Shit,” he groans, immediately thrusting up and bouncing me on his cock. “Shit, shit.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur, stroking his hair off his face. “I’m going to take good care of you, Dex.”
He nods, burying his face in my neck and gnawing on my skin. An Alpha bite won’t initiate a bond, but it could trigger a reactionary response in me. It never worked for my old pack, but part of me knows that I wouldn’t be able to resist this whimpering puddle of an Alpha beneath me.
I hold myself up on my knees on the floor and begin toslowly rotate my hips, luxuriating in the feel of his knot grinding my clit. I can’t hold the noises of pleasure in. My Alpha thrusts clumsily underneath me, bouncing me on his cock, and I have to place a hand on his chest to slow him down.
“Alpha,” I purr. “Let me take care of you.”
“I can’t,” he whines, grabbing one of my tits tightly in his hand. “I need my knot in you. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to feel you squeeze me. Please, Omega.”
His begging leaves me lightheaded, and my instincts want nothing more than to give him exactly what he’s asking for. But I know he deserves more than a quick knotting for his first time, and I need to come at least once before I can take his knot. I continue rocking and grinding against him, wrapping a hand around the back of his head and guiding it to my chest.
“Suck on me, Alpha,” I tell him, gasping when he does exactly what I ask and pulls a nipple into his mouth. He’s all teeth and tongue, nipping and licking across the tightened flesh in a way that has me writhing against him. I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to play with my clit. The combination of sensations, the pheromones of my scent matches soaking into me, and the pleasure my Beta is feeling radiating through our bond, has me clamping down on the Alpha inside me quickly, my orgasm stealing my breath and leaving me shuddering and soaking with slick.
Dexter growls into my chest and wraps both hands around my waist, pulling me down as he thrusts up, unable to stop himself from sinking his knot into me. As soon as it slips inside, I can feel it pulse and begin to expand to full size, stretching me to the limit.
I scream in pleasure, another orgasm ripped from my body as he flips me to my back and pounds into me,instinct taking over as Dexter proves he wasn’t as immune to the rut as I thought at first. He doesn’t hurt me, though. Unable to entirely pull out with his knot expanded, his shallow thrusts leave me panting with pleasure, and his tight grip on my body has me anxious to see the marks he leaves behind.
My mouth is watering with the need to bite, to claim, and my control is slipping. I have to snag my shirt off the ground and shove it between my teeth to prevent myself from sinking my teeth into the skittish Alpha who is fucking me like his life depends on it.
But he sees the shirt, and fury colors his features. He rips it out of my teeth, snarling.
“No!” He’s lost to the rut, lip curled. None of the others are stepping in, unaware of his change in their focus on me and seeking their own pleasure. “Need it!”
Before I can stop him, Dexter is bending down and digging his teeth into my neck, and I’m screaming, an orgasm flowing from the bite mark and down my toes, soaking the floor below me with slick.
It’s everything I can do not to return the favor, but I know Dexter will never forgive me, never care for me, if I take this choice from him.
But it’s so hard to hold back. It’s against every single fiber of my being not to return his bite, not to give him my bond.
“Matteo,” I gasp, hoping my Beta can hear and feel my distress. I’ve got my head turned sideways, and I’d bury it in the floor if I could, but Dexter still has my neck gripped tightly between his teeth.
