“Right, this one.” He walks to Sebastian and passes the open book to him. “You’re reading and directing. Do you think you can handle that?” Their scents combine in the air, sharper, aroused, angry, frustrated. I cringe and try to make myself smaller.
“I can handle anything you throw at me, Alpha.”
The sexy challenge Sebastian throws at Katsu has the room throbbing with alpha pheromones. Spices, incense, and warmth that is distinctly Katsu; lemon, browned butter, and sage for Fox, and Sebastian with his chocolate, chili, and almonds; and threading through all that is azaleas and the cold of winter. My scent is growing stronger with my arousal, and I am very aroused right now.
I shudder and squirm on the couch. Suddenly, this day is way out of control, and I have no idea what to even do, but the idea of leaving is not even a whisper of a thought.
“Sebastian,” I say in warning.
“Katsu, you slam Fox against the wall, lean in so your lips brush against him, you put your hands on…oh, one hand on his junk and the other around his throat,” Sebastian looks at me. “So spicy, I love it.”
I press my hand against my mouth. I had dreams about this scene for nights after I wrote it. Why did he pick this one? I will never sleep again.
Katsu peels his T-shirt from his body and folds it up neatly before suddenly slamming Fox up against the wall. The sheer violence of it has my pussy throbbing. His hand slides up his thigh and strokes over Fox’s cock possessively. The other hand squeezes his throat, a powerful display of ownership anddominance over the other alpha. There is power and control in every line of his body, in every movement of his hands, and in the way his muscles flex as he easily controls Fox.
I can’t get enough air. I’m going to pass out.
“All of this is mine,” Katsu murmurs in a husky and possessive tone.
I shift away from Sebastian. How did I get here? How am I sitting here watching this? Everything, even the air, is overstimulating right now.
Fox tilts his head back, moaning. I freeze, hypnotized by the way he is writhing, the sounds he’s making. They brand themselves into my memories.
“Yes, it’s yours. I’m yours, Alpha. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, but a moment later peel them open in time to see them kiss. There’s an urgency, but a calmness, too. Like two waves colliding.
“Now, you make him naked,” Seb says roughly.
I bite my lower lip and squeeze my thighs together. Katsu is slow and methodical as he undoes the shirt buttons and strips Fox out of his shirt. He kneels down and takes off his shoes and socks, then peels his pants down, leaning in to inhale the scent straight off of his inner thigh.
My breathing is so loud, and I am so painfully turned on that my body actually aches. One tiny touch to my clit would detonate the best orgasm of my life, I’m sure of it. I clench my fingers on the material of the couch until my knuckles turn white.
“Katsu,” Fox moans. “Knot me.”
“That is not in the script!” Sebastian growls. “Take your clothes off and spin him around so he’s pressed against the wall.”
Katsu follows Seb’s instructions perfectly but doing it with this seductive sexiness that has me feeling as if he’s doing it to me.
“Now, you kiss your way down his back and eat him out.”
I gasp and glance at Sebastian. His face has a look of raw hunger, an intensity that is hard to look at.
Katsu dips, kissing his way over Fox’s skin. The alpha pants and moans, his hands clawing at the wall. I let my gaze drift down and see just how big Katsu is. His hand runs down over his stomach, and he grips his cock by the base, squeezing it hard and then letting go as he kneels.
Fox is adorned in tattoos, and I notice that Katsu traces the outlines of the constellations on his skin with his fingers and tongue. I want to do it, too.
“Come on, baby, open up and let me in.”
“Also not in the script,” Sebastian growls.
I bounce up. “I have to…”
I bolt, but I don’t get far. Sebastian grabs my hips and drags me down onto his lap.
“If you want them to stop, say stop. But I, for one, am curious about how this is going to go down.”
I gasp and struggle, but in the end, I don’t break free, and I watch as Fox pants and calls out Katsu’s name until Katsu rises and slides that massive length of flesh that’s between his legs into Fox’s wet hole. Every sound, every rasp and gasp, the rich, potent scent of sex fills the air, and it all undoes me. The erotic sounds of their breathing, Fox’s groans. Katsu’s mouth on his skin. Their flesh smacking against each other. If I were blindfolded right now, I would still be just as aroused or more so, just from the sounds these alphas are making.
