by Merel Pierce
Lorin pointed at the girl, who was—thankfully—clothed, albeit in one of Elias’s shirts. “You thought I’d want to watch you two fuck around? Are you joking?”
“No, you prick. She’s watching. Now why don’t you shut the damn door and take your clothes off?”
A muscle in Lorin’s jaw ticked. Elias was baiting him, testing him. After the day he’d had, submitting to the smaller Alpha wasn’t in his plan for the night. Especially not with that little bitch sitting there. No, Lorin would teach them both who was in control of this house.
“Get on your fucking knees, Eli. You’re not giving the orders tonight.”
Despite the declaration, Lorin was already shedding clothes as he kicked the door shut. Elias didn’t move. The girl scrambled back as he approached, only stopping when her shoulders hit the front of the chair nearby and she was out of reach. Lorin was glad she had the sense to get out of his way.
He tugged off his shoes and pants, tossing them aside as he paused before the man stretched out on the sofa. Despite the casual way Elias was stroking his cock, Lorin knew he was ready for a fight.
It was part of their ritual. It was just what they did. Rarely did either of them submit without protest.
“On your knees, Eli. Now.”
Elias got to his feet, his gaze dropping between their bodies. He used the grip he still had on his shaft to thump the head of his cock against Lorin’s hardening dick.
“Make me.”
With a vicious snarl, Lorin threw an arm around Elias’s neck, the man’s closeness allowing him to gain a position of dominance and put the smaller Alpha in a chokehold. They struggled and went down in a tangle of limbs.
The wrestling match that ensued was violent, as far as foreplay went. If Eli hadn’t already opened up the space by moving the coffee table, they would have demolished it.
As they grappled for control, Lorin could hear the Omega whining nervously somewhere nearby. He didn’t have to guess why. When she’d seen them together in the pens, Eli had submitted willingly. Now her Alpha was fighting for the upper hand. It would worry any Omega. After all, her Alpha could lose. Out beyond the walls where she was from, that usually meant death.
He glanced her way, amused to find she’d crawled up into the chair to avoid the scuffle. She was biting her lip, eyes wide and anxious. The air was laced with arousal—something she couldn’t help, being so near two virile Alphas—but also a faint trickle of fear. Her gaze split between him and Elias as they wrestled, shifting like a wary animal thinking it might need to run.
Lorin frowned. If she didn’t chill out, the whole mood of the room would change. He didn’t need her souring the air so that Elias couldn’t focus on anything but comforting her. Lorin didn’t want to play games tonight; he just wanted to fuck Eli into submission.
“You!” Lorin pointed at her. “Get down. Knees on the ground, face in the seat. Now.”
Though it was clear she didn’t understand why he’d command her to, it didn’t stop her from scrambling to obey. Lorin sneered, shoving Elias away from him he got to his feet.
“Get behind your little bitch, Eli. Mount her before I mount you.”
He watched as Elias got to his knees, head swiveling towards the Omega. The position she’d been ordered into had the female presenting, her pussy bare and obviously ready for cock. Elias’s nostrils flared, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep, noisy breath. The low growl that rumbled loose as he scented the female made Lorin’s dick twitch with excitement.
Elias shot Lorin a suspicious look as he crawled towards her on his knees, as if he thought involving her might somehow be a trap. It didn’t stop him from palming the girl’s ass, spreading her wide as he notched his cock at her entrance. She was already dripping and wet from his growl alone, whimpering and trying to push back against the cock weeping precum against her sex.
Lorin eased up behind the pair, curling his hands over Elias’s shoulders as the man drove his cock into the Omega. He watched from above as it disappeared into the female’s channel. It was a marvel, really, that a creature so small could take Alpha dick the way Omegas did. Fascinating that there was room in her body for even half of it, let alone all.
The girl yelped, the force of Elias’s thrust jolting her forward. With the chair in front of her knees, there was nowhere for her to go.
Lorin smirked, amused at how easy it had been to lure Elias into giving up the fight. It pleased him that he wasn’t taking it easy on the girl, either. She’d have to get used to rough handling in this house or she wouldn’t survive for long.
Thankfully for them both, the Omega seemed willing to take the punishing assault without complaint.
He worked the muscles of Elias’s shoulders with steady, crushing pressure as he watched him fuck the Omega, not minding the sight as much as he’d thought he would. It would have been more enticing if it were a little male Omega Eli was violating but watching him dominate the girl did hold a certain appeal.
He soon gave up the voyeurism, too eager to bury himself in Elias to stand still much longer. His dick was hard and ready, straining towards the body before him as he went to his knees. Lorin kept one hand on Eli’s shoulder as he angled his dick down with the other, the fat head of it rubbing along the cleft between the man’s cheeks when his hips rolled back.
Elias stilled, his muscles quaking with the strain of stopping himself mid-thrust.
Lorin wasted no time, drawing back far enough to press his leaking cock between Eli’s flexing ass cheeks. The man’s position—primed to pump his cock into the Omega, not bent forward and ready for taking a dick properly—made it hard for Lorin to force his way through that tight ring of muscles guarding Elias’s hole. He growled in frustration as he pressed forward, determined to see himself knotted.
His growl had an unintended side effect on Eli’s Omega, who quaked and whined, the scent of her slick saturating the air.
Already falling victim to the spell of his needy little Omega, Elias shivered, bent forward over her, and slammed his cock home. The girl yowled, huffing and moaning impatiently from where she lay sandwiched between her Alpha and the seat of the chair, unable to move.
Lorin took advantage. He shuffled forward, leveraging himself with the hold he still had on Eli’s shoulder to line himself up and thrust through the man’s defenses. The Alpha’s ass swallowed up his cock, Eli’s muscles tightening and loosening around him with practiced ease as he sank his dick as far as it could go. The steady, unrelenting pressure of his hips soon had his belly pressing against Elias’s ass, cock buried to the root.
For a moment, none of them moved.
He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Elias’s body wrapped around him like a glove. This was his favorite place in the world to be—with Eli, inside of Eli. It was the only place where he felt at home.
Before Eli, Lorin had never been in a long-term relationship, never had a homelife that involved getting to bed-down with someone he loved at the end of the day. It was something he cherished more than he’d ever admit.
When Elias drew his hips back, it pulled Lorin from his reverie. He too drew back, giving Eli enough room to work. The benefit of topping in a daisy chain was that you had the option of letting the middleman do all the work. With each thrust of his hips, Eli would fuck his Omega and also fuck himself with Lorin’s dick still buried inside him.
For now, Lorin would ride the wave.
He clasped his hands behind his head, closing his eyes again as he surrendered to the pleasure of making Eli fuck himself as he fucked his little female. Back and forth, back and forth, the steady rocking motion of Eli’s hips drew whines and whimpers from the Omega, growls from Eli, and groans of pleasure from Lorin.
It didn’t take long for Eli’s thrusts to grow short and brisk, a change in the cadence of his breathing telling Lorin the man’s knot was growing. It wouldn’t be long before he was locked together with the woman. Lorin continued to bide his time, throwing his head back when El
i’s approaching orgasm had the muscles in his ass constricting around Lorin’s dick like a python.
Soon Eli was hardly moving at all, just the tiniest spiral of his hips grinding his dick deeper into the little female as he situated his knot. Once he was seated behind her pelvic bone—trapping her—his body seized as his orgasm crested.
His release triggered the female’s own orgasm, and Lorin’s senses buzzed as the eruption of noise from Eli and the Omega sent him into overdrive. With Eli’s muscles twitching and spasming around him, Lorin took hold of his hips and began to thrust in earnest. Now it was his turn.
He pounded Eli hard and fast, ignoring the grunts and moans of protest from the jostled female on the bottom of the pile. Lorin shifted mid-thrust, moving up on the balls of his feet, bracing his hands on Eli’s shoulders as he crouched over him and angling his dick down and deep. The new angle of attack battered Eli’s prostate with each thrust.
Elias groaned, a shiver skating through his body as Lorin worked him. Lorin growled viciously, nails biting into the meat of Eli’s shoulders as he ground in deep, willing his budding knot to expand, to bind them together.
After the day he’d had, it didn’t take much coaxing. Lorin gave Eli two more brisk, violent thrusts. The knot was large enough now that it made a popping noise when he pulled it out, a vacuum of pressure forming as he forced it back inside the other Alpha’s body.
Elias cried out, a second orgasm forced from his body as Lorin knotted his ass. The smaller Alpha convulsed beneath him as Lorin’s own orgasm burned its way free, a torrent of cum marking up Eli’s insides—a hot, sticky brand of ownership.
Panting, Lorin eased back down to his knees, letting his hands slide down Eli’s forearms as he leaned across his back. He nuzzled at the man’s ear, his mouth tipping up at the corner when Eli started purring. God, how he loved that sound.
Satisfied now that his cock was buried where it was meant to be, Lorin’s mood mellowed, the tension of the day stripped away. Below them, he could hear the Omega wheezing, her lungs compressed under their weight. Despite her discomfort, though, she wasn’t complaining or struggling. She seemed content.
Though Lorin was loath to admit it, this might not be as terrible an arrangement as he’d first thought. The little Omega was tough—and brave, if her attempt to defend them in the transfer station was any indication. Bound as she was, she’d still tried to protect herself and Lorin both when she’d kicked that prod away. Fidelity wouldn’t be an issue.
That aside, she was obviously smitten with Eli. Lorin could tell that much yesterday from the way the girl looked at him when she was sucking his cock. He couldn’t really blame her— Elias was a catch. They were both lucky to have him.
With a long sigh, Lorin forced himself to make the gesture he knew would please Eli most.
“We’ll mark her on her next cycle. Together. You and I.”
Below him, Elias’s purr grew louder, and when the Omega chimed in with her own sweet, delicate little purr, Lorin’s senses grew fuzzy at the edges. As much as he loved Eli’s purr, there was just something about the trill of an Omega—comforting, warm, designed to soothe the savage beast. Lorin thought he could get used to that sound.
He chuckled. “We’ll have one fucked up, happy little family soon enough."
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Alpha’s Pet
By
Emma Mountford
Disclaimer
As in life, not every story has a happy ending. Some stories are beautifully tragic, like this one. Please proceed with caution.
Chapter One
It started with a dull ache, a horrible empty feeling like someone had scooped out Rayne’s insides. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable enough that it registered through the dream she had been having.
The narrow cot creaked as she turned, trying to find a more comfortable position in the hopes she could fight off consciousness for just a few minutes more. It was only in her dreams that she had any resemblance of freedom. It was only in her dreams she could escape.
There was always grass in her dreams, damp grass her bare feet sunk into, though she wasn’t sure if she had ever seen grass with her waking eyes.
The first wave of real pain hit her with the force of a tsunami and Rayne’s eyes flew open, wide and terrified, her body doubling over as she fought to control her breathing. Tears pricked at her eyes, stinging as they fell down her cheeks, turning her curling golden eyelashes into spikes.
Rayne’s first thought was that she was ill, and panic ripped through her. Her master would not be happy if she was ill on auction day, of all days. If she wasn’t well enough to stand on that block in a few hours, it would at best earn her a beating, and at worst it would mean her death.
Her master would not wait another year to get rid of her. He had already waited a long time. He’d bought her as a child, straight from her Omega mother’s arms when she was little more than an infant. And Rayne had been prepped to be an Omega from the very first day. That was what everyone had expected from her.
But it never happened. She never went into heat. She never displayed any signs that she was anything but a lowly Beta, and after years of waiting, she was finally going to be sold as one.
Pushing her pale blonde hair off her sweaty head, Rayne sat with difficulty. She needed to pull herself together. The looks her master had been throwing her way were getting more and more lecherous, his touches too familiar. When there was a chance he could sell her as a virgin Omega, he hadn’t dared to touch her, but Rayne knew she wasn’t safe from him as a Beta. He wouldn’t think twice about forcing himself on her if she had to wait for another auction.
The thought of his bloated body on top of hers filled her throat with bile and she gulped it down. Her new masters might do the same, but anything was better than that slimy old man forcing his way into her body—anything except being an Omega.
That was her worst nightmare. Being sold to one of the pleasure houses, or even worse, being sold as a mate to some Alpha-hole who would use her a broodmare. Any children she bore would have the same fate as her. Bought and sold like cattle, their choices taken away just because of their biological makeup.
Rayne had dodged a bullet. Life as a Beta slave wasn’t great, but it was a hell of a sight better than being an Omega. She had seen enough of them come and go, intelligent, kind women whose bodies betrayed them, sweet girls who had been so caught up in the heat of their own estrus that they would lie with any alpha they could just to ease the pain. Their bodies betrayed them, making them forget who they really were. She’d seen them tear at their own skin when their needs weren’t met.
Rayne shook her head as her feet touched the floor, and a shiver went through her as the chill of the stone swept up her legs. Better to be a Beta by far; at least she would not bring any children into this nightmare world. And she could still be Rayne.
It was only as she stood that the first prickling of unease washed over her.
She felt wet.
Down there.
Her underwear was soaked, her thighs damp.
“No…” Rayne stumbled back, her calves hitting the low bunk as she reached up under her simple nightdress. For a moment she was silent as she stared at her glistening hand. Then a sob ripped out of her mouth.
No! It couldn’t be. Not now, and not here!
The unity festival had buyers and alphas from across the galaxy swarming around. If she was going into her first heat like she thought she was, there would be no hiding it. They would sniff her out in a heartbeat and be on her like a pack of feral wolves, and she would welcome it. She would want it.