Shared by the Alphas

by Jayce Carter

  “We’ll never know any other way. I’m not going to keep doing this, having you try to always keep yourself in control. I won’t have it. We do this the right way, or we end it. I won’t do it any other way.”

  He leaned forward until he brushed her lips with his, until the masculine taste of him made her want to moan. “You’re too brave for your own good.”

  “And stubborn, too. I’m not going to force you to do anything, but I can tell you I want all of you or none of you. Either I see the real you, and we do this right, or we go our own ways.”

  Marshall didn’t speak at first, and the silence weighed on Tiffany. What if he said no? What if he stood up and walked away? She couldn’t blame him.

  What had she done but caused him problems? How could she blame him for not wanting to deal with her anymore?

  As she was ready for him to tell her no, he set his hand on the back of her neck in a firm grasp. “You want all of me? You want me to fuck you like I’ve wanted to, to pin you down and force my cock into you? Because, Tiffany, I’ve thought of having you in ways you can’t possibly imagine. This is your last chance. Tell me no. I’ll back off, I’ll let you go. Tell me no.”

  Tiffany pulled back enough to stare into his eyes. “I want you.”

  The sound he released went straight to her core, made her body shudder and her breath quicken. The lust and possession in his eyes was heady, thick, and almost frightening in the depth. Even worse, though? The way his words rumbled from his chest like the more terrifying promise she’d ever heard. “Then you’ll have all of me you can handle, omega.”

  Tiffany’s body made it so Marshall couldn’t think. She’d come into the living room in nothing but those tight shorts, the bottom curve of her ass showing when she’d reached forward toward her toes. The doctor part of him was impressed with her range of motion, but that wasn’t the part of him in control. No, it was the part of him that saw the way her breasts pushed together, her nipples pressing against the gray fabric of the sports bra that pulled all the strings.

  And she wanted him to do that? What is she thinking? I could do anything to her.

  Still, it was this or calling it quits, wasn’t it? He saw no other option, no way to appease what she wanted while keeping the tight reins on himself he’d always used.

  So, it came down to this. He supposed there was some good in the idea. She’d see that part of him when in the safety of the other two, where he knew he wouldn’t be able to do much harm. She’d realize her mistake, and she’d never wish to see him again.

  At least she’ll be safe.

  And that ugly instinct inside of him, the one he hated without reservation? It reveled in the idea of taking her. It wanted to spread her thighs, to feast between her legs until she was dripping for him, until she trembled and writhed and lifted her hips in useless begging. Then? Only after he’d pushed her beyond what she thought she could handle, when he took her to that edge and shoved her over, he’d fuck her.

  And it wouldn’t be gentle. No, he’d plunge into her as deep as he could, spurred on by every sound she made, until he finally knotted her.

  Marshall let out a groan at the filthy thoughts, and the fact they were coming true. He’d know how it felt to have a cunt milking his knot, to have an omega’s sweet pussy wrapped around him. Even if it was just that once, he’d know.

  Tiffany wrapped her hands around him, her fingers clutching his side, but Marshall didn’t want that. Neither did she, if she’d been honest. She wants to see the real me? She wants to me to not hold back? Fine.

  Marshall used a hold on her shoulder and another on her hip to twist her, then shoved her forward onto the couch. Her knees went to the cushions, and she caught herself with her hands on the back. It left her leaning forward and at his mercy.

  The sight made his balls ache. She was a stunning omega. Tough and willing to challenge him but sweet enough to melt against him.

  She went to rise, but Marshall set a hand on the nape of her neck while using his hips against her ass to keep her pinned. He reached beneath her and pushed her sports bra up so her breasts hung beneath it. A stiff nipple pressed against his palm when he cupped one with a tight grip.

  Tiffany gasped at the rough touch, the sound surprised.

  And it went straight to his cock. It slipped loose more of his control, let more of his alpha side roam free, showed in the tightening of Marshall’s fingers as Tiffany whimpered like trapped prey.

  He ground his dick against her ass as he tormented her stiff nipple with his fingers. He could already smell her, knew she must be dripping, drenching those tiny shorts and running down her thighs.

  She whimpered when he released her nipple, when he kept a grip on her back to hold her still and undid his jeans with his other hand. His cock was full and heavy, the pressure almost painful as he freed himself. One look down her tight body, however, had him sure he wouldn’t allow the moment gone so soon.

  His beast wanted to taste her, first.

  So, Marshall released her back, then snapped, “Stay put,” when she tried to rise. Only when she’d resumed her place, tiny tremors running through her, did he drop to his knees behind her. He could have removed her shorts, pulled them down her toned thighs, but no.

  He wanted her disheveled. He wanted her right then, and the scraps she thought passed for clothing did little to hide her. Instead, he hooked a thumb into the crotch of her shorts and pulled it aside to bare her.

  Sure enough, she was soaked. Wetness clung to her folds, and the center of her shorts were drenched in her slick. He let out a deep sound, something like a groan but far more feral before he leaned forward and swiped his stiffened tongue up her center.

  Tiffany shifted her hips as if to escape but he wrapped his hands around her hips, thumbs pointed in to pull her up, and growled a warning against her flesh. She went still, but a new rush of wetness against his tongue said she hadn’t minded the sound.

  Her taste in his mouth and down his throat drove him mad. Whatever control he had left broke free and he used his thumbs to spread her cunt wider. He dove in, his tongue devouring her in greedy lapping.

  She squirmed, shoving herself backward as if to get more, then away as though the sensation was too much. Not that it mattered to him. The voice in his head, the wants of his alpha side, they’d taken over. The only thing that chanted in his head was one word—Mate. It repeated over and over again, as certain as his need for breath.

  She was his, and he’d have her the way he needed, the way they both needed.

  His cock hung heavy, pre-cum dripping from it as he feasted. He wanted to wrap a hand around himself but that would require releasing Tiffany.

  There’s no way I’m letting her go.

  Her pussy tightened down, pulsing beneath where his thumbs held her open and his tongue dove inside her. She was silent as she came, not even harsh breaths escaping her lips.

  He let her go before she’d recovered, before she’d even drawn a breath, desperate to be inside her. She hung limp over the couch, her forehead pressed against the cushions on the backrest, her shorts having slid back over her like some sort of protection.

  Marshall grasped his thick cock with one hand, then pulled her shorts out of the way again. Her cunt still squeezed down around nothing. I’ll give her something. He dragged the blunt head of his dick across her pulsing entrance, then fit himself against her.

  His strong hands went to her hips to brace her, then he shoved into her with a snap of his hips, claiming every inch of her body. The grip of her pussy around him, the tightness was enough to draw a snarl from his throat. Sure, he’d had her before, but he’d been so cautious that time. He’d sat still, let her take.

  This time he took, and he planned to have everything. He wanted every moan of hers, every whimper and sweet plea, every gasp and shudder. She’d give it all to him.

  Her hips rotated, the sexy curve of her back shifting as she sought more from him. Very well, he’d give her more.


  Marshall pulled back, savoring the drag of her tight walls against his shaft, then plunged back into her. He set a hard pace, fucking her with deep and sure motions. Her body seemed so small beneath him, but she took each thrust with a wanton whine. He leaned forward to press more of his weight over her, to use that bulk to fuck her harder, as though if he took her deep enough, thoroughly enough, it would fix something inside him, too.

  “Yes,” she moaned, voice quieted by the cushions.

  Marshall scraped his teeth across her shoulder, nipping the bared flesh there, tasting the salt from her skin. “Is this what you wanted?” How had his voice turned so deep? It held an edge of madness that frightened him, but he was too far gone to pull it back.

  Besides, Tiffany pushed her body back toward him in need. “Yes. Fuck, yes, this is what I wanted.”

  Her words drove him onward. He buried himself into the heat of her body, into the tightest grip on his cock he’d ever felt. His balls tightened and his knot burned, the need to take her, to lock inside her and fill her with every drop of cum he had overwhelming. He pushed on toward that end, instinct moving him more than thought. Her scent and her sounds demanded he satisfy her, and he’d damn well do that.

  The first pulse of his knot, the first swelling of it inside her was a shock. The sensation was localized in the base of his cock, yes sparks traveled along his spine, the backs of his legs, the insides of his thighs. His entire body trembled as he got as deep as he could inside her, his knot growing, welcomed by her soft cunt.

  The wiggle of her hips, the way she shifted due to the pressure of his growing cock inside her sparked that need to dominate her. Whereas the in-control Marshall would have pulled out before he locked into place, would have coaxed her and sweet-talked her, she’d made it clear she wanted the real him.

  The real him wanted her still, wanted her to take his cum pinned beneath him. That part of him, the one he’d spent his life running from, bit down hard on the thick area behind her shoulder, using his teeth to hold her still.

  His knot locked inside her, and the first spurt of cum made him lean more heavily against her, like his energy was sapped. It was even more powerful when her pussy clenched and she came again, squeezing down around his enlarged knot. Each time she tightened, it was like a stroke, drawing more cum from him until all he could do was snarl against her skin, against where he’d bitten her and held her still.

  The rhythmic pulses of her cunt kept going, after she shuddered and gasped, her orgasm fading. Each time either shifted, she’d release a muffled cry and grip his cock with her body again.

  As soon as he could force himself to move, he released his bite and shifted them over, tucking her against his chest. Her small body shook, her clothing soaked in sweat and cum and in disarray. Still, he’d seen no better sight, nothing lovelier. His beast slumbered, the part of him that had demanded he take her like that sated.

  The bite he’d left darkened before his eyes and ran his fingers over it, his eyebrows drawn together. “Do you want me to leave?”

  Tiffany shifted in his lap, the action causing a tug to his knot. “Unless this detaches, I don’t think you can go anywhere yet.” Exhaustion saturated the words, even with the joke.

  Marshall shook his head. “I’m serious, Tiffany. I’ll leave. Kane and Kieran can handle anything that happens, and while I will always do whatever I can for you, whatever you need, if that’s my absence, I’ll go.”

  She caught the fingers he traced the bite with. Is she going to tell me to go, now? She brought them around and pressed a gentle kiss to them, then wrapped the arm around her tighter, settling in his embrace. “If you leave, I’ll find you and annoy you until you come back.”

  He frowned at her simple answer, at her certainty. He opened his mouth to argue, to remind her that he’d been too rough, that he’d held her down and fucked her as if he were no more than an animal.

  “Stop trying to argue with me. You’re ruining the afterglow.”

  His mouth snapped shut at that, and, despite himself, he grinned. While he wasn’t sure about this, fearing what could happen, and the alpha side of him scared him more than anything else, he settled in to enjoy the warmth of her body against his.

  If anyone could handle that side of him, it would be his feisty mate.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Tiffany emptied the saucepan of chocolate into the pan, the oven already set.

  “Smells good.” Kieran leaned his hip against the counter, his presence both reassuring and unnerving.

  He made her not want to screw up. Maybe it was because Kieran managed to look so perfect all the time, because he seemed to have everything so together. The idea of being her normal mess bothered Tiffany.

  She tried to hide the nerves beneath a grin as she set the hot saucepan on a potholder. “Well, I can’t cook, but I can bake. You guys have made all the meals, so I figured I’d bribe you with some brownies.”

  Kieran huffed a soft laugh. “What exactly are you trying to bribe us for?” His voice came out playful and soft, and carried with it a lot of temptation.

  All the things she could ask for crossed her mind, all the things his strong hands could do, the many uses for his wicked tongue, the things she was too inexperienced to know she wanted.

  Kieran wrapped his fingers in the front of her shirt and stepped forward, crowding her with his wide chest. “I like that everything you think runs across your face. It’s fun watching you get all tangled up.” He brushed his firm lips against hers, then traced her bottom lip with his tongue, a teasing kiss that melted her.

  Heat stirred in her lower stomach, her nipples tightening at the skilled movements of his lips to hers. She reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, to convince him to take her right on the counter there.

  Before she moved more than an inch, his strong hand caught her wrist as he broke the kiss. “Careful,” he chided.

  Tiffany turned her head, clouded by his hiss and his scent, to realize she’d nearly hit her hand against the still hot pan.

  “You should be more careful, doll.” Kane came in and hopped onto the counter beside her before sticking his finger in the brownie mix.

  “It wasn’t my fault.”

  “Cooking is dangerous. You should watch what you’re doing.” Marshall offered the same amused tone as Kane.

  “Oh, so now you’re all best friends, huh?” Tiffany pulled her wrist from Kieran’s grasp, then took the pan before Kane could steal another taste.

  “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Marshall asked.

  “No. Well, I mean, yes, but not like this.” Tiffany slid the pan into the oven, then turned to face all three, crossing her arms over her chest.

  Dealing with them on their own was hard enough, but when they were together? How was she supposed to keep her wits when they worked together?

  Kieran laughed, then retreated to the living room, giving her space. “I called Joshua. No sign of anyone at your apartment or any of our homes, and Sam hasn’t found anything new.”

  “Maybe that guy was alone?” Tiffany didn’t hide the hope at that thought. “When can I go home?”

  All three men froze at that, like she’d uttered some curse. Right. Home. The place we won’t be living together anymore.

  Was she hoping for Kieran to say something? For someone to say something about what would happen after they went back to the city?

  “Another week, probably.” Kieran turned his back toward her, his words flat and empty.

  Of course, Kieran wouldn’t give me any idea there might be anything else.

  She twisted away to set the timer on the stove, taking the moment to school her features. It wasn’t that she expected him to say he wanted forever. She’d wanted some idea that he wanted…something.

  He gave her none of that.

  Once she’d hit start on her timer, she faced the men in time to see Kane offering a vicious glare toward Kieran before he twisted back to Tiffany, wiping it clear as if she hadn’t se
en it. He gave her that mischievous smile he so loved to use, the one that made him seem a few years younger than his age. “I thought you and I might do some self-defense later.”

  “Last time you saw me do that, you said you didn’t want to risk it.”

  “I saw you nail a man in the balls, and that ain’t my idea of a good time. However, you like me more now, and you like that area a lot more, so I think they’re safe. Besides, from what I’ve seen, exercise seems to get you riled up.” He waggled an eyebrow playfully. “Figured I’d better test that theory.”

  His jokes and his smile made it difficult to let Kieran’s distance bother her. It was hard to be sad or hurt when Kane looked at her like that, when his stupid, childish jokes made her laugh.

  So, Tiffany let go the issue with Kieran. They hadn’t figured it out yet, and she doubted they would in the next ten minutes. Why let it ruin her evening?

  “How long can you stay?” she asked Marshall. “With your cases, I mean.”

  “As long as I need to. Don’t worry about that.”

  Still, the idea of forcing him from his life, his obligations, it hung on her. “I don’t want you missing out on things because you’re—”

  The subtle lift on his eyebrow had her swallowing the rest of her statement. It reminded her that while he might seem the sweetest, he’d also been unrelenting when he’d taken her on the couch. The curl of his lip and the set of his shoulders sent heat coursing through her as she recalled what he could do when she pushed him too far.

  “Never mind,” she muttered.

  Kane’s bark of laughter shot through the room. “Never mind? Never thought I’d see the day when someone tamed you, doll. Guess the good doctor ain’t as sweet as he seems, huh?”

  Tiffany went to argue, but a soft grunt from Kieran stopped her. He crouched down near the wall by the bookshelf. “What’s this?”

  Before Tiffany could ask what he was talking about, Kieran stood, a chain hanging from his palm.

  My necklace. The one I threw. Tiffany sighed at the broken clasp. She should have never thrown it like that. No matter how frustrated she’d felt, the piece had been a part of those women she hadn’t been fast enough to help. “Sorry about that.”