Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  There is tasting and dancing. For a while, I busy myself with the customers, with making sure that people are getting all the tastes they want, as well as hearing about the special discounts we are giving away to people who purchase our wine, and agree to a yearly kind of deal.

  After that, I wait anxiously for the waitstaff to get their break. Their chance to party. The moment they do, I swoop in and grab Krystal. I start moving to the music that’s appropriate to the Renaissance era.

  “Care for a dance, my lady?” I joke.

  “Very much, my good Sir,” answers Krystal, and together we swirl off onto the dance floor. For a few minutes we dance, but I quickly decide that’s not what I want to do. The smell of her is driving me crazy. The gentle sweetness of her perfume mixed with her musk is intoxicating.

  “Come with me,” I say, leading her through the crowd. She follows willingly, something that makes me even more excited.

  From the dizzying front hall, I take her to an out-of-the-way hallway. Without even waiting to say anything, I plant my lips on hers, and begin making out with her. Krystal relents under my attention, beginning to kiss me back. Tentatively at first, but then with more and more urgency and desire.

  The more I kiss her, the harder I’m becoming. I slip a hand down to her skirt, and then move it up along the long pleats of her gown. Pulling up the fabric, I quickly find her underwear, a small lacy thing, and plunge my fingers past the slight strip of silk or satin. Immediately, I’m rewarded with the feeling of her soft, velvety pussy. I enjoy the warmth and tenderness of it.

  I start to stroke and massage her clit under her hood, happy to feel some wetness growing on her folds marking my fingertips. I keep teasing her while pressing my mouth into hers. I let her feel a bit of my cock through my costume. I want her to know how much I want it inside her.

  I tell her as much, as I start to finger her opening, contemplating putting a finger inside. “I want you. I want to fill you. I want to make you feel good, Krystal,” I say, intoxicated by her feel. My dick is so hard it hurts.

  “I’m a virgin,” she says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I really like you. I want more time with you, but I’m not ready.” I keep moving my fingers along her folds and am rewarded with her heavy panting. “I’m not ready yet, Gabriel.” Her eyes meet mine, though they are liquid with arousal. “Not yet. Please understand me.”

  “I do.” I kiss her softly on her lips, and withdraw my hand. “Clearly.” I kiss her again, hearing Lucas calling for me. “I’ll give you time. I’ll give you whatever you need, Krystal. But right now, I hear my stupid brother calling.”

  I jogged off into the crowd, celebrating a little, but also feeling stressed.

  How ever I was able to get to her, get through to her, it doesn’t quite feel like enough.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jayden

  I dreamed. I hoped. I prayed that tonight would be exactly what our winery needed, but I never expected something like this. I never expected the enthusiastic response from the community. As I’m looking out over the festivities, as I’m seeing how many businesses I have listed down as being carriers of our wines — especially our new flavor — I’m over the moon. I would go out and howl at it if I could.

  I have nearly the entire town stocking, or thinking about stalking our wine. I even have people coming to me with their new business ideas, asking if they could market and offer my wines as part of their selection as well.

  On top of all that, nearly every one of the five-hundred guests have purchased wine. Boxes in some cases. A big portion of the cellar is practically empty. And not even of my newer wines. I actually have people wanting to buy the more vintage ones, and I wasn’t even prepared to price these at the level that they are selling.

  I’m feeling fabulous in my costume as well. I’m a debonair pirate captain, though I feel like the lord and master of my own domain, not a silver-tongued thief of the high seas. Still the outfit is fun, with its long, embroidered red coat and black floppy hat. There is a long feather on the hat that sways as I walk. Somehow that makes me feel more elegant.

  I look over the ballroom and observe the other costumes. There is a riot of color and fabric. People are dancing and laughing. Observing the festivities is almost like watching a painting or a really good film. The costumes are that good, that perfect.

  And Krystal, she’s been truly a lifesaver. Not just because she’s helping out tonight, but because numerous people — nearly every one of my guests — has come up and commented about the gowns, the costumes and the decorations as well. They have all been raving about the Renaissance theme, how unique and exciting that is. They tell me how much that is going to stick in their minds and make them look at all other wineries very differently from now on. No one is as classy and fun as we are.

  That collision I had with Krystal, that might have been the most fortunate accident of my life. Our lives, I think, looking over and catching Krystal up in my gaze. She’s pouring wine at tables, putting on the best service I’ve ever seen. Open and friendly, she’s the perfect counterpart to my sister, who looks like a royal princess.

  I watch her for a few minutes more, basking in tonight’s success. Things couldn’t go any better than they’ve been going. When Krystal’s made her rounds at nearly all of the tables, I’ll take that as my queue to approach her. The only thing that would make tonight even more of a success would be to have her all to myself. I’ll ask her out on that date, before any of my brothers get their paws on her.

  I approach her and caress her shoulder gently. She jumps a little, but doesn’t spill the wine. She moves away from the table she was serving and looks up at me with wide eyes.

  “Great work tonight so far, Krystal. Do you have a moment?”

  Her large violet eyes focus on me. She raises her eyebrows. “Yes, of course.”

  “I’d like to speak with you privately,” I say, taking her hand, and setting her wine jug down. “Come with me.” I quickly and silently lead her to the cellar. It’s downstairs, where I’m sure to not have any interference.

  Down in the cellar, I apologize to her for the sudden request on her time. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us for tonight’s event. People are really raving about it.” I clear my throat, reminding myself to stick to business, not idle chitchat. “I originally wanted you to work with us to repay your debt to me, but now I feel like I have to repay you. That I should, for everything you’ve done and what a success you’ve made of everything.” I move closer to her, caressing her cheek. “I’d like to take you out on a date after tonight.”

  Krystal blushes. I can see it even in the dark. She doesn’t answer immediately. When she does, she says, “I’m sorry. I’m new to all this. I’ve never really been with a man.” A virgin! “I haven’t dated or been with guys intimately before, so I may not be exactly what you’re used to.”

  “That’s okay.” It really is. I smile sweetly at her. “I just want to spend some time with you. Your experience or lack of it isn’t going to make me change my mind.”

  I lean in and kiss her. She kisses me back, and for a while, we lose ourselves in each other. But as I start to undress her and fit a hand down the front of her dress, she pulls away.

  “I’m not ready, Jayden. I’m sorry,” she says shaking underneath me. “I need time.”

  “It’s okay.” I remove my hand from the front of her corset, stroking her cheek again. “I get it.” I act like a true gentleman, and not a pirate. I lead her up toward the stairs, just enjoying the feeling of her near me. “I’ll give you all the time you need.” After that, I let her leave the cellar before me. When she’s gone, I celebrate my victory, and make plans for later, for that date after tonight. Then I really will steal her away for myself. “As long as you end up in my bed, and not those of my brothers,” I whisper after her retreating form.

  Chapter Twelve

  Krystal

  11 PM, finally.

  The end of the wine tasting has
come, though some guests are reluctant to leave. Jayden talks to them, promising another event like this in the future, but we can’t continue tonight. Everyone on the staff is about ready to fall over.

  It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed myself — I have, immensely. But between serving all of these people and fielding various encounters with the Redfang brothers, I’m tired. I’m anxious to settle the matter of who I am dating once and for all. And I’ve got a crazy, maybe even brilliant, idea. One that I have my job at the Diamond Club to thank for.

  The truth is that I can’t decide between the brothers. I like them all. So, I’m going to let them fight for me, or rather, bid for me. While the auction I’m thinking of holding for myself won’t be the same as it is at my workplace, I’m going to take cues from what they do. I’m going to see if the brothers will bite. Through my evening of serving people, it’s the only idea I’ve had that allows me to not have to choose between the five of them.

  It’s a good thing I’ve had this idea brewing. As the guests and other servers file out of the winery, as Jayden bids them all goodbye and thanks them for their patronage, for their willingness to celebrate the release of a new wine, and put their faith in him, the conversation turns to me again amongst the other brothers.

  It’s Caleb who starts it out again, after Gabriel mentions something about his dance with me — how that gives him some seniority, some advantage in the situation.

  “She’s my girlfriend,” argues Caleb, “I told you idiots this earlier, and that hasn’t changed. So, stop with this nonsense of trying to ‘get with her’ she’s already been gotten. By me.”

  “She danced with me,” says Gabriel again. “And more.”

  “I told you I liked her, her and I had a connection in the vineyards,” snarls Aiden, surprising me with the volume and forced growl to his voice. Usually he’s so soft-spoken.

  “If anyone should have more of an advantage in this situation, it’s me,” says Lucas. “But I’m not going to dignify any of this nonsense with an answer as to why.” Briefly, he makes eye contact with me. As he does, I once again feel the hardness and length of his cock in my mouth. The memory of it.

  “That’s exactly the kind of situation you should explain to us, brother,” snaps Gabriel.

  “And don’t you just say it’s because you’re older, or anything like that,” growls Aiden, “or because she dressed and fitted you first.”

  Jayden finally enters the fray, saying loudly, “Not one minute after our event, and you’re all already trying to bring this up again?” He meets my gaze briefly, and I know that he’s no better than the rest of his brothers, though he is putting himself in a position to lecture them. “We all like Krystal. I get it, but we can’t keep going like this.”

  I take this as my cue to enter the conversation. “And you all won’t have to,” I raise my voice to get their attention. Five sets of eyes gaze on me hotly. “I have a way to settle this, if you’re willing to listen.”

  All the brothers chime in that they are, their answers coming at me like snowflakes in a storm.

  “Okay, then my idea is an auction.” I watch their faces, each coloring and twisting with surprise, shock, and interest. Caleb looks the most interested out of all of them.

  “I’m game. What are the terms of this auction?” he asks, casually leaning against one of the tables.

  “My virginity is up for auction,” I say, putting myself in the center of them. Though it’s nothing like the stage at my work, it will do. “You all will bid for that virginity, and I will choose the one out of you who has the highest bid at the end of it.” I sweep my hair out of my face, feeling a bit embarrassed, but also empowered. “I think that’s fair. It’s the only way I feel like you all will have your chance, and put your competition to good use.”

  “Ha!” Jayden smiles. “I love the way you do business.” He takes off his fluffy, feathery pirate’s head. “Okay. I start the bidding at ten thousand.”

  The rest of the brothers look shocked, but not for long. Caleb immediately comes out with his own bid. He stands up straighter. “Twenty-one thousand,” he says waving one hand in the air.

  I nod, signaling that I’ve accepted his bid, along with his brother’s. I’m surprised that they are already throwing this much cash at me, but I’m not mad. Whatever I can get, that will certainly help me finance a clothing business, which I want to do instead of working at the club all my life.

  “Thirty thousand,” says Gabriel. His eyes are hot on me and I remember how he was pulling up my skirt just a few hours ago. The memory turns me on, and my pussy starts to ache. This auction was a great idea.

  “Thirty-five thousand,” says Aiden, and that’s when I decide to raise the stakes.

  I begin to undress, making the competition that much harder. I start by unhooking the long sleeves of my gown and letting them fall away to show my bare shoulders. The boys’ eyes light up; their expressions get hungrier and that turns me on more.

  “Forty-five thousand,” says Lucas, watching me as I take off yet more of my ballgown. I unhook and pull off the top layer of the skirt, revealing some of the petticoats. Then I pull up the petticoats and slip off my shoes slowly. The brothers stare at the bit of my leg that I display.

  “Sixty thousand,” says Jayden, licking his lips.

  “Seventy!” snaps Caleb.

  I take out my hairpins, letting my long hair fall over my shoulders in a soft waterfall. Having the Redfang brothers watch me undress is really turning me on. I never thought of myself as wild sexually — how could I when I am a virgin — but having five men want me is out of this world.

  “Eighty thousand,” barks Aiden, and I reward him with the last of the fabric concealing my corset and panties. I rip the petticoats off and toss them over to him. He grabs them up, taking a long whiff of my scent.

  “One hundred thousand,” sighs Caleb, and although he’s happy to see me so revealed in front of him, he looks exasperated and strained as well. I can almost read it in his eyes, he is desperate to have me. It is a look I love and want to see again and again in my lifetime.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Caleb

  “I can do this all night, you know?” snaps Jayden, looking irritably at all of us. “Two hundred thousand.” He looks at me, waiting for my answering bid. I give it to him, though I don’t really want to.

  “Three hundred and fifty thousand,” I say, feeling the argument about to happen before it explodes.

  “Half a million,” yells Aiden. “I really want her. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Krystal, and I’m going to be damned if you guys outbid me.”

  “One million,” barks Lucas. “I deserve her. I want her more than any woman in this whole damn town, and I’m willing to pay that price.”

  “Three million,” yips Gabriel.

  I feel my head starting to spin. My heart is palpitating anxiously. Though I know we are good for the money, I wish we weren’t going against one another. At this rate, we will end up spending all of our money just from one of us to have her, and that doesn’t seem right to me.

  “All right, guys, stop!”

  I can see them all getting ready to go for each other’s throats. Any minute now they will shift and fight in wolf form. But in my mind, an idea is beginning to form — the option of all of us sharing Krystal, since we all equally love and want her. If we love her as much as we all say we do, sharing should be possible. It should be what we are willing to do to stay together as brothers, business partners, and the children our mom and dad can be proud of.

  “This is an auction,” hisses Gabriel, “there is no stopping.”

  “Not until one of us wins her,” adds Aiden, sounding very worked up.

  “There are some things that aren’t worth fighting over or breaking up over. There are some arguments we can’t come back from,” I argue. “What if we all agree to share her? What if we came up with a price for all of us to ‘buy her virginity’ at?” I sweep a hand throug
h my hair nervously. “If we all love her as much as we say we do, this should and must be an option. I refuse to fight with my blood, and I refuse to lose my lady, the love of my life.”

  After a long moment, my brothers start to respond. “Fine, I’d share her,” says Aiden, “as long as she is actually shared.”

  “I’m down for that as long as she is,” says Jayden, looking to Krystal with his eyebrows raised.

  “Fine. We share a business and a home after all, so why not the girl?” Lucas flicks his eyes toward Krystal looking hungry.

  “Krystal?” I looked toward her, hoping she’s game.

  “I’m fine with it,” she says, as if it’s not the most outlandish thing she’s ever heard. “Whether you guys bid together or separately, it doesn’t matter. Not when any money will help me build the business I want to build, and give you all something of me.”

  “Then let me say that for your virginity, my brothers and I put forth a bid of ten million dollars,” says Jayden. “We’re good for it,” I hear him whisper to her, as Krystal goes a little pale.

  “Sold,” says Krystal, and the moment she does, we all come around to grab her. We whisk her away up to our loft, where the fun can really begin.

  ****

  It’s starts with kisses from me. The moment we get up to the master bedroom. I’m the one to kiss Krystal on the lips and guide her back to the bed. Aiden and Lucas, once she’s seated there, climb on the bed and begin kissing her as well. Lucas kisses down her shoulders and arms, while Aiden climbs on the bed behind her, and begins to undo her corset.

  Jayden climbs on the end of the bed, and begins to rotate her body onto the mattress. As he does, he takes off her stockings slowly, sexily. He leaves kisses and nibbles on her legs and thighs as he does. I kiss Krystal’s lips, enjoying the breathless sighs she gives me.