Page 56 of Manix
I turned off the shower and watched as Gatlin threw Naja over his shoulder, marching out of the ensuite and into my room.
Dropping her onto the bed on her hands and knees, he didn’t even waste a single second before thrusting back into her. I knelt on the bed and just watched because they were like choreographed art—the roll of Gatlin’s abs, the push of Naja’s hips. It was a thing of beauty.
But then Naja’s hands were gripping at my legs, dragging me closer, and I went willingly. When I was close enough, she grabbed my dick and put it to her lips. Then she slid me deep down into her throat, and I threw my head back and cursed.
“Holy fucking Goddess.”
Gatlin upped his pace, setting Naja’s rhythm on my cock, and he was fucking us both in true Alpha fashion. Every thrust slid me further down her throat and I was going to come undone, despite what I said to Gatlin.
I watched her, not even blinking as her pretty red lips went up and down my cock, and then it was too much. I gripped her hair, rocking my hips in time with Gatlin’s, fucking our girl.
A resounding slap had her moaning on my cock. “I haven’t forgotten about the little incident with the other Pack, Omega. Ordering me around like you were the Alpha.” He slapped the other cheek, and she moaned around my dick, arching her back.
Oh shit, I was definitely going to blow. But I could tell Gatlin wasn’t done. I gritted my teeth as she hummed around me, which turned into a moan as my Alpha smacked the first cheek again. Nope, I couldn’t hold back. “I’m going to come,” I panted, giving her the chance to move away, but she just swallowed me deeper. Gatlin slapped her ass so hard she squealed, and that was it. I came down that pretty throat and she swallowed every drop.
Pretty sure I was in love with her. I looked up at Gatlin and he was looking down at her with the same level of reverence. I wasn’t the only one.
“Do you know what you did was bad, Little Omega?”Slap.“Do you know your place? I will revere the very ground you walk on, but I am the Alpha, the protector in this Pack. Understand?” She was nodding furiously, her face as pink as her ass, and she kept moving closer to Gatlin. I lay back on the pillows, watching Gatlin work. I’d been at the other end of his palm one too many times so I knew the pleasure and pain combination she was enduring right now.
He slapped both cheeks in quick succession. “I asked you a question, Omega, and I expect a verbal answer. Do you understand?”
“Yes Alpha,” she squealed, and then he gripped her hips, fucking her into the mattress until she came on a scream.
He was close behind her, his hands clenching around her hips. “Good girl.” He pulled out and came all over her back, his satisfied groan echoing around the room. I slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom for a towel, dampening it and returning to see them both collapsed on the bed. Slowly cleaning Naja up, I peppered kisses on the reddened globes of her ass cheeks, making her sigh happily.
Once I was happy she was clean, I lay down beside her, my hand still soothing her ass. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but I didn’t think she was ready yet. Maybe I had to let her come to the conclusion first, let her choose us. So I swallowed down the words and wrapped myself around her body as best as I could.
Gatlin flung his long arm over us both, and I knew this was pure bliss.
There was a knock at the door, and Ellar poked his head through. “Uh, if you guys are done, we have guests that you might want to come and see.” His eyes took in the scene and I couldseethe desire in his eyes, like he wanted to climb into bed with us.
“Who?” Gatlin barked, his nose already in the air.
“The witch has arrived.”
Holy shit. I flew out of bed, Gatlin flying out the other side. The witch was here, and we had literally been caught with our pants down.
Naja frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Ellar came in, passing her some clothes. “The witches are a notoriously formal and easily offended race.”
“And we were in here fucking. We were lucky that we didn’t get our balls fried for the insult,” Gatlin groaned.
Yep, we’d fucked up.
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Naja
When we were dressed, we walked into the living room, only to see a single red-haired woman drinking tea from a mug. I flushed as red as her hair as she curled an eyebrow at me, obviously knowing exactly what we’d been up to while we kept her waiting.
Finlo and Seven were close but not too close, obviously keeping an eye on our guest without being too obvious. Well, they were trying at least.
Gatlin strode into the room like he had no regrets. “Apologies, Ma’am. If we’d known you were coming or that you’d arrived, we wouldn’t have keptyou waiting.” Gatlin threw a slightly annoyed look at Finlo, who just shrugged.
“It’s no problem. I told them to leave you be. You were obviously having a very important meeting.” She grinned, and it turned her almost stern face into something arrestingly beautiful. “I’m in no hurry and honestly, being inside the Manix stronghold is a rare treat.” She screwed up her nose. “Though your taste in tea is not fantastic.”
Seven grumbled something about no one drinking tea anyway, and Gatlin threw him a warning look, but the witch just smiled.
