My alpha. Mine.
“Thank you, Zilas,” Azane says, clearing her throat.
At that obvious instruction, Idostop. As I open and close my bleary eyes, Inken is next me, pants off, and ready.
“On your knees, beta, and worship your alpha,” she growls.
Mine. My alpha.
Those are my last thoughts as I lose myself fully in her.
Chapter Four
Inken
Well, that cute beta eats pussy like a starved rhinen, that’s for fucking sure.
I ached to fuck him, to see how well—surely—he took it, but it wouldn’t have been fair. He was right, and moreover, good on him for speaking it. Another alpha may have refused him had an alpha outside their pack fucked him.
So while I wanted to—and also wanted to claim him as ours—I settled for a good hard orgasm on his face, and the clear view of the need, the desire, and ache he felt as I directed him to get dressed and tuck that hard cock away untouched.
He had silently done as directed.
Azane asked him to return to his room—so we could discuss—and a hope so painful and earnest that I had had to look away bloomed in his eyes.
I shut the door firmly and spin, tying up my trousers.
“Yes,” I say, knotting them and looking up to Azane.
She chuckles, “What a little slutty domme, you are, my dearest. Ready to take anyone who kneels for you.”
I laugh, though I intend to make her pay for that comment later. Sitting, I put a hand on her knee.
“He has useful skills. He’s not some kit who is going to act wild. He’s submissive and follows directions well,” I listoff. “His personality profile indicates devoted, hard-working and earnest, even if he seems like a bit of a show boat. His sexual preferences data put him firmly as easy to handle for a dominant alpha, but that he enjoys topping from the bottom as well.” I shrug. “I think you nailed it, love. Whatever filters you used on the profiles brought usourbeta.”
She arches her brow. “You sure you’re not just saying that because we needsomeoneto collect our omega with us in just a few sleeps?”
I lean back, considering her words. Azane is an incredible leader and if she suggests this, it deserves some thought.
Yes, I’m nervous as fuck that we’re going to get in trouble and lose our omega for not having the pack members we were supposed to have before we applied.
I roll that thought around. It would indeed be a disaster. I would, indeed, accept just about any beta that could impregnate our omega and seemed likely to mold to our lives.
This is true.
But I had smelled Zilas. Like tart colwort, the small, prized fruit that grows near riverbanks, but thick and rich. The manner in which he bent to our will. And the skill with which he brought us release.Zatura, I knew many male alphas who wouldn’t have been able to do that with their mouths.
“No,” I respond finally. “This one. I wantthisone. If you feel we should meet the other three that you had narrowed down to, I will. But I don’t consider it necessary. I want Zilas.”
Her defined eyebrows rise but so do her lips.
“Good. I want him too, Ink.”
I nod, a safe, settled feeling falling over me. “Good. Let’s tell him. Let’s take him now. No need to wait.”
THE BETA AT THE FRONTdesk gave us directions to our beta’s room, ecstatic to hear we had chosen Zilas.
I knock gently and the door immediately swings open, our beta standing shirtless in front of us, trousers loosely laced.
