Page 59 of Two For the Show
“It’s more common than you think,” he tells me softly, stroking my hair. “Endorphins, adrenaline, you name it. So many brain chemicals, so many emotions at play. But the most important thing is how you feel. Do you feel better?”
Do I feel better? That’s the real question, isn’t it? We decided to do this as a way to ‘punish’ me for what I did to Matteo, as a way of helping me address the lingering issue I had with the way our bonding went.
Does this make me feel better about that?
The answer is surprising, but probably only to me.
“Yes. It feels like we’re on more equal footing,” I tell him, nuzzling into his neck and enjoying his chocolatey, buttery scent.
“That’s the magic of power exchange,” he whispers into my neck, following it up with several kisses along the curve of it. “I’m glad you feel better. Now, let me take care of you.”
His words have my body heating again, and I squirm on his lap as I let out a little whine.
“That’s not what I meant!” He exclaims. “I meant pamper you. Bring you down. Aftercare.”
“Can sex be aftercare?” I whisper, surprised at how bold a question it is.
His scent spikes. “It can.”
“Then kiss me, Matteo.”
He turns me around in his arms, and for the first time since the night I bonded him, our lips meet. This time, I can feel his pleasure through the bond as clearly as if it were my own.
After making out with Quinton like teenagers and now this surprisingly hot spanking session, I feel like one touch is all I’m going to need to explode.
I’m about to say as much, to beg Matteo to slip his hand between my thighs, when my eyes find our Alpha. He’s rubbing his hand lazily across his cock over his pants, an incredibly sexy smirk on his face.
“Hey, Omega,” he purrs, squeezing himself. “You looked so good bent over like that.”
Suddenly, the idea of him being so far away from me has me feeling unsettled, as if I have a physical ache to be near him. I hold out my hand to him, hoping he can see how much I need him with me.
He pushes himself to his feet and saunters over to the couch, sitting down and pressing himself against my back, sandwiching me between his body and Matteo’s.
They kiss over my shoulder, Quinton rubbing his cheek against Matteo’s as they pull away.
“You want me here?” My Alpha’s voice is vulnerable, like he’s sure I’m going to send him away. I let my body do the talking as I turn and grab his shirt, pulling him and crashing our lips together.
“Yeah, Alpha,” Matteo says in my ear, “I think she does.”
I’m acutely aware that I’m in my underwear and both of them are fully dressed, which feels like an utter travesty. As my lips tangle with Quinton’s, I pull his shirt up, only breaking away so I can get it off of him.
He’s thin, his skin pale around the sword tattooeddown his chest. I run my hands over it, admiring the art up close for the first time. From behind me, I feel Matteo move around, and then his bare chest is pushing against me.
Their scents swirl together, cocooning me in a cloud of sweetness that makes my mouth water and teeth ache.
As if they practiced, their hands move in opposite directions on my body, making me feel like no inch of my skin is free from their ministrations. They tease me, running fingers under the straps of my bra, dancing them lightly across the cups. Someone tickles the small curve of my belly, and another weaves his fingers into the base of my hair.
It’s only when my head is yanked back, exposing my throat to Quinton, that I can differentiate who is touching where. Quinton kisses down the column of my throat, across my collarbones, and to the top of my breasts. With a deft hand, Matteo undoes my bra, and our Alpha doesn’t wait to gather one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing Quinton by the hair and pressing him tighter against my breast. After Matteo’s expert spanking session, I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff, but I’m not getting enough to push me over. When I start to beg, to plead, for them to touch me more, Quinton pulls away.
“Where are you going?” I whine, reaching out for him. “Come back, please. I need you.”
“I know you do, Omega,” he says as he places a soft kiss on my lips. “Teo is going to get you comfortable.” My Beta turns sideways on the couch, settling me between his thighs. He kneads my breasts, twisting my nipples, as Quinton lowers his body and stares at my apex.
He slides his fingers under the edge of my panties and pulls them down my legs. I would be embarrassed aboutthe amount of slick that must be glistening on my thighs if I weren’t so fucking needy that I feel like I am going to cry if he doesn’t touch me where I want him most.
Quinton doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to give me what I need. In fact, as he travels up my body, kissing and sucking on my skin, I think I’m finally going to get what I want, what I need. Instead, he deviates by grabbing the waist of Matteo’s pants. I shift my body slightly so I can watch my Alpha unzip my Beta’s pants and reach into them to pull out his cock.
