I can hear the other alphas cursing up a storm, but I pay no mind to them, my eyes locked on the alpha below me. I watch, lips parted as I take in gasping breaths cumming hard, so fucking hard, it’s never ending. So much cum covers his face, his eyes, his lips. He opens his lips, growling as he desperately tries to get as much in his mouth as he can.
Finally, after what feels like hours, my climax starts to come down.
“I just came in my pants.” Jamie groans as he pulls his hand out of my ass.
I look down at him in awe. He’s a fucking mess, his face covered in my cum, his arm coated with my slick.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe out and fuck me, the smile he gives me, one of pure happiness makes me want to fucking cry. This man, all of these men, will be the death of me.
And I’m starting to think maybe that won’t be so bad.
“But you’re also a mess.” I grab a handful of his hair and yank him up.
He moves with a grunt, stumbling to his feet, staring at me with wide lust filled eyes.
Leaning forward, I lick up his cheek and moan as my salty release hits my tongue.
“Did you really cum in your pants?”
“Yes.” He groans.
“Bad boy.” I growl and he whimpers. I look over his shoulder to the other two alphas. “Did you?”
“No,” Alaric grinds out. “Even though my cock feels like it’s going to fucking explode.”
“You’re mean.” Tatum groans, shifting in his seat. “But no.”
“Good boys.” I grin, fucking high on power right now. “As a reward, I’ll let you have a taste. Come clean up your alpha.”
The two of them get to their feet and make their way over, each step controlled even though I can see the raw need in their eyes.
They stop on either side of Jamie and I yank his head back. They lean in and both start cleaning my cum off Jamie’s face.
My cock is already hard again. Actually, I don't think it even went down.
The two of them growl as they taste my release, like it’s their favorite fucking thing to eat. Jamie’s eyes are closed, looking like he’s in pure heaven.
I’m not done with him. “Enough,” I tell the two. They stop and lick their lips, taking a step back.
With my hand still wrapped around Jamie’s hair, I pull him around my desk then shove him over it.
He goes down with a grunt, his face pressed to the cool wood.
“You can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask Jamie, letting go of his hair. “You just have to keep being a fucking brat.”
“I’m sorry.” He groans as I make quick work of his pants and get them down around his knees.
I look between Tatum and Alaric who are still standing there, watching, fists at their side.
“I think he needs to be punished more, don’t you?”
“Yes.” They both growl at the same time.
“Oh fuck.” Jamie moans. He’s loving every single moment of this.
This isn’t actually about punishment. This is about me being able to be in control and still being able to give my alphas what they need while taking what I want.
My hand comes down hard on Jamie’s bare ass and he lets out a curse. “Bad boys get their ass spanked. Now take it like a good little whore.” I growl before giving him another slap, soothing the spot then doing it again. I do it three more times and Jamie’s grunts turn into needy little moans.
