Dulcie takes some time to think about it. “Yours,” she says after a while, and the word is accompanied by a coy smile.
Honestly, I was nervous this morning to tell her about the things Redd and I have done. Not everyone is open to things like that. As far as I see it, when you’re in a pack together, there are no boundaries whatsoever. That includes physical boundaries. She responded by being curious, curious and accepting, and honestly that was enough for me.
She has her arms wrapped around my neck, and I do the only thing I can do once she says my room: I move my hands beneath her ass and heave myself to my feet. I might not be as strong as the alphas, but I’m a man on a mission, and that mission is to bring this omega to my bedroom. I manage to carry her just fine, and once we’re a few steps away from the couch, Redd and Monroe get up and follow us.
Down the hall we go, until we reach my room on the far left. It’s nothing too special; I don’t have many decorations or anything like that. At the place we were at before this, decoratingwasn’t any of our strong suits, so we didn’t have many decorations to bring with us. Hopefully over time, that would change, as we each become more established in our careers and Dulcie gets more comfortable to make this place her own.
The problem is, none of us have been in what I’d call a stable environment. We each grew up as orphans, in one way or another, so we’re new to this, new to all of this.
Making a family together. Being good role models to the next generation. All that will come in time, but I’m certain we can handle it as long as we handle it together. Me, Redd, Monroe, and now Dulcie.
I deposit our omega onto my bed, and then I get straight to work. Her sweatpants and the damp panties underneath come off in one tug, and soon enough they’re forgotten on the floor. Just like that, she’s naked. Naked and on my bed.
Fuck, she really is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. No other girl could ever compare. This omega is ours, now and forever, and I know we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to prove we’re worthy of her, that we can be good to her, that together we can grow.
And her scent? It’s downright delicious. Now that there are no barriers between her apex and my nose, her scent is undeniably strong. I might not have an alpha’s nose, but that strawberry scent is now burned into my brain and will be until the day I die.
I crawl onto the bed with her, helping her to get into position. Once her head is resting on my pillow, I give her a sweet kiss before I ask, “What do you want the alphas to do? Do you want them on this bed too, or should they suffer and watch for a while?”
“Let’s make ‘em suffer.” The mischievous glimmer in her dark gaze ignites something within me. Who am I to argue withher? As far as I’m concerned, the alphas had a nice taste of her already. It’s my turn to have my fill of her.
“As you wish,” I murmur, drawing my mouth down to her neck, kissing her scent gland a few times before going even lower. I drop to her chest, where her tits heave with heavy breaths, and shower them with attention. I take each nipple into my mouth, toying with it, running my tongue around it, and all the while learning what she likes. Her nipples seem to be almost as sensitive as the spot above her scent gland.
Good to know.
Only when I’m satisfied that I’ve paid enough attention to her tits do I continue my journey south. My lips roam over her stomach, and I have to spread her thighs to make myself some room there before my mouth meets another nub of sensitive flesh.
The moment my tongue collides with her clit, it’s over. She writhes and moans, lost in pleasure, while I suck on her, toying with her, filing tips and tricks away for later. I dip my tongue lower and catch some of the slick coating her inner thighs, and I am here to say she tastes as delicious as she smells.
Like fucking strawberries. How’s that even possible? How can she taste so damn good?
My cock strains against my pants, but I dutifully ignore it, wanting to keep going at her, to make her come for me, to show the two alphas standing around the bed that I can make our omega happy, too. As the only beta here, I have a lot to prove.
Her thighs clench around the sides of my face, and she starts to grind her midsection against me. I figure that’s her way of chasing her own release, so I let her. I focus on her clit as she rides my face from below. Dulcie inches herself to an orgasm bit by bit until she explodes, trembling all over as she cries out.
A fresh wave of slick leaks from her, and I’m right there to catch it. She could be my only food source and I’d die a happyman. Is that weird to say? Whatever, I don’t care. I’m riding the high only her slick could give me.
By the time I lick her clean, I feel like I’m high. Like I’ve done drugs without meaning to. I prop myself up between her legs and give her a goofy smile. “Wow,” I whisper, unable to say much else. “That was… wow.”
Monroe steps toward the bed. Sometime during that, he must’ve taken off his shirt, because the alpha’s chest is completely bare, and he’s in the process of slipping down his pants and stepping out of them, his hard cock on full display to all. “I hope you’re ready to share her, beta. I can only be patient for so long.” Though I knew he meant it good-naturedly, there was a commanding glint in his blue stare.
Our pack leader is ready to have his omega again, and maybe it’s the beta in me, but I find myself moving and vacating the position between her legs without a complaint.
He’s the head of our pack. I’m more than happy to step aside, so to speak, and let him have her. I kind of want to watch them together and have her when she’s dripping both slick and cum.
Monroe crawls onto the bed with us, leaving Redd standing there alone. Monroe takes her chin in his hand as he gazes down at her with hunger dripping from every pore. “While I claim you again… maybe Lev can show you what he and Redd get up to when they’re alone and desperate. Would you like that, omega?”
I perk up a bit, waiting to hear her answer. I’ll happily wait my turn to have her, but if I could stay busy until then, that would be even better.
“Yes,” Dulcie pants out, the word a whispered plea.
Monroe turns his smile toward me and commands, “Well? You heard her. Get to work, beta.” He buries his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as his hands traverse all over that body of hers.
I slide off the other side of the bed, sluggish in making my way to Redd, who still stands motionless, watching Monroe and Dulcie. It’s only when I stand before the alpha that his gaze finally turns toward me, and he gives me a single nod. It’s all I’ll get, I know, so I don’t wait. I get right to work, as my alpha ordered.
Redd takes off his shirt while I work on his pants. I hear moans coming from the bed, moans that carry a beautiful breathy timbre, and I toss a quick glance over my shoulder to find Monroe had buried his face between her legs to feast on her. Knowing my alpha is bringing our omega so much pleasure gives me a smug type of satisfaction, but that satisfaction is pushed to the back of my mind when I turn toward the exposed cock in front of me.
It’s just like before, only there’s an audience. No pressure at all to perform well or anything… right? I need to get out of my head.
