Page 32 of In Deep
“She always needs to be fucked. This omega is always wet.”
Zane squeezes my tit and a moan escapes my mouth. I shouldn’t like the way they’re talking about me, these dirty things they’re saying, but I do like it. My whole body is on fire, my heart pounding.
“You should see her when she comes. She looks even better than she sounds.”
Duncan slides his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’d like that.”
Zane kisses me before I can respond; a deep, penetrating kiss. It overwhelms me. I’m lost in the feeling and the dark of this room. His hands scrabble at my skirt. He whispers in my ear, “Can I show him, Omega? Can I show him how beautiful you are?”
“Yes.” The word slips from my mouth. I want Zane to make me come. And I want Duncan to watch. It’s wrong, perverted. But I want it.
I’ve been thinking about their words out there in the hallway, thinking about the two of them together, far more often than I should.
Zane travels down my body, taking my underwear with him.
On screen, the Avengers engage in battle, booms and rattles making the room vibrate as Zane presses his mouth to my sex and my cries are drowned out.
I close my eyes too ashamed to look at Duncan, but knowing his murky blue eyes are locked on me.
Zane knows my body intimately now, every inch of it. He knows how to force a quick orgasm from my core or how to string it out and build it up slowly. Tonight, he goes for something in between, swirling his tongue around my clit in long, firm strokes.
“What does she taste like?” Duncan growls.
“Like honey and vanilla ice cream.”
I huff. I taste nothing like that.
Zane flicks me hard in punishment and I buck, crying out. Both alphas purr their encouragement and the sound travels deep to my core.
“Does that feel good, little Omega?” Duncan asks, his voice hoarse.
“Yes, Alpha,” I mutter, then realise my mistake. He’s not my alpha, Zane is. But it doesn’t seem to aggravate Zane. In fact, he rewards me with another flick that has me almost tumbling over.
“Please, Alpha,” I beg, my hands tugging at his hair.
“Let her come, Zane. I want to see.”
I open my eyes and find myself drowning in Duncan’s fiery glare. I can’t look away. Not even when my body shakes and my orgasm crashes over me and sweeps me away.
I call out Zane’s name, but it’s Duncan’s gaze I meet.
I fall quickly and Zane gathers me up in his arms, bundling me upstairs to his room. I cling to him, burying my face in his neck and taking gasps of his scent. In his room, he kicks the door closed behind us and sits me on the edge of his bed, parting my thighs and standing between them. He fumbles with his fly, tugging himself free, and the next moment he’s plunging inside me. Together we groan.
“You were so fucking beautiful down there, sugar. It took every single bit of self-control I had not to fuck you in front of him.” I whimper, visions of Duncan watching me getting fucked flashing through my mind.
Zane thrusts inside me, grabbing my backside and pulling me firmly towards him. I roll back onto the bed, shifting his angle, allowing him to lift me higher onto his cock. He fucks me hard and part of it, I think, is to remind me I’m his. To reassert I belong to him.
* * *
At some point early in the morning, he stirs me to say he’s heading off to train. I kiss him, pleading for him to come back to bed, and then I fall back to sleep. When I wake again, it’s late morning. Sunshine streams through the window. I lie out flat in Zane’s giant bed, listening. The house is silent. They’ve all gone down to the river and I know they’ll be there for most of the day. I shrug on one of Zane’s t-shirts and pad down to the kitchen. The remnants of the alphas’ breakfasts lie strewn across the table and the counters. It seems strange to be in their home alone, an intruder. As much as this thing between Zane and I is growing, his true family, loyalty and love lies with them.
I shake some cornflakes into a clean bowl and pour on cold milk from the fridge. Then I sit at the middle of the table examining the discarded plates around me. Their combined scent lingers in this room and I’m not sure if I’m betraying Zane when I take long inhales of it, driving my gland to buzz in my neck.
Would he care? He was the one who instigated the events of last night. He wanted his pack mate to watch me. My cheeks burn with the memory, but at the same time, a pulse stirs between my legs.
I know they have girls here. Orgies at this house are the thing of urban legend, according to Sophia. It’s one of the reasons I turned their invitation down in the first place.
But things are different. I’m different now. I was so afraid of what being with an alpha would mean, fearful of all the things I would lose, that I never considered the things I would gain.
