Page 36 of In Deep
I screw up my eyes, too frightened to meet Duncan’s gaze. Too confused.
Having him watch me was one thing, having him pleasure me too? It made me feel powerful and desirable.
I shouldn’t have liked it. Surely, it isn’t normal. But I did like it. I liked it a lot.
“It’s OK,” Zane whispers as he lifts me up the stairs. “You did so well. You were so precious for both of us. You don’t mind that he kissed you?”
“No,” I admit.
“You liked it?” he whispers into my ear, nuzzling against my neck.
“Yes.”
He lays me down on the bed and I watch as he strips out of his clothes and stands there naked, his cock stiff for me. I expect him to climb into the bed, but he doesn’t. He twists the chair at his desk around to face me and sits down. Then he pats his lap.
“Come here, Omega,” he commands.
And I saunter over, shedding my top as I do. I go to climb onto his waiting thighs, but he turns me around so my back faces him.
“No, this way, Omega,” he says and lifts me onto his lap, sliding me backwards until his cock nudges against my backside. I shuffle against him, letting him find my pussy and thrust inside. His arm glides around me, cradling my chest as he cups my breast, and with his other hand he parts my thighs and fondles my clit.
We’ve never done it this way before, but instantly I see how it hits all the right spots and I grind my backside against him in languid circles, making him groan.
“That’s it, like that,” he tells me. “Ride me, Omega.”
I work him like he wants and, as I do, I hear the soft pads of footsteps on the stair and along the corridor and I know where this is leading. I could stop this right now if I wanted to. But I don’t. I want this.
I’m facing the entrance, nothing to shield me as the door creaks open. I’m nude, pinned on my alpha’s cock, grinding against it for anyone to see.
Zane’s arm around me grows tighter, holding me in place so I can’t run away.
But there’s no need. I know who the intruder is, hovering in the doorway.
“Come in,” I tell him, and Duncan steps inside the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. I meet his gaze briefly, then fling back my head in ecstasy, arching my back to intensify the angle of Zane inside me, and I ride him harder, bouncing on his lap.
“Tell her,” Zane says to his pack mate.
“You look incredible, Rosie.” Duncan’s voice sounds strangled, tortured. “Like a fucking goddess.”
“Help me then,” Zane continues. “Help me worship this goddess. Do you want that, Omega? Do you want this other alpha to touch you?”
“Yes,” I beg, “yes, please, Alphas.”
Duncan growls low and stalks towards us, halting in front of us and dropping to his knees. My body shakes in Zane’s arms as I wait to see what Duncan will do. His eyes glint with lust and wickedness, and I shake harder, hardly able to keep up my rhythm on Zane’s cock.
Duncan’s face remains passive as he lifts his hand to my face. Stroking my chin with his fingers, he parts my lips with his thumb and thrusts it into my mouth.
“Suck,” he says, and I do, giving the coarse pad a little nip.
He doesn’t react, simply releases his hand from my face and then reaches between my parted thighs. Immediately Zane removes his hand, bringing it up to curl gently around my throat as Duncan swims his thumb through my slick folds and discovers my clit.
I jerk when he does. While Zane’s fingers there had been good, he could give me only the stuttering attention of a man lost in the throes of his own pleasure. Duncan gives me his whole care and his full concentration. He skims around my clit as I ride Zane, my tits bouncing close to Duncan’s face as Zane tweaks one nipple and grips my throat.
If anyone saw us now, they’d think we were perverted and dirty. I can’t tell anyone about this. And anyway, I like that it’s private, that something is happening between the three of us that no one else will fathom.
They’re both whispering to me now, garbled words of praise and worship, but I don’t hear a word. I’m riding high, wondering how I ever found one pair of hands on my body, one set of lips, enough.
“Is she tight?” I catch Duncan asking his friend, as my legs shake harder and my core clenches around Zane’s dick.
