by Aya DeAniege
Older Alphas and boob.
It was almost adolescent in nature, how he grasped my breasts in both his hands. I gave him that, however. I may well have been the first woman Abraham had ever been with, but he made up for his lack of experience with an eagerness and delight.
Breaking off the kiss, I pulled back slightly and watched Abraham watch me.
“What?” he asked.
“Why haven’t you bred?” I asked.
“Interrupting this, for that?” he asked.
“You obsess over every Alpha breeding, so why not your own?” I countered. “I mean, why not you? Why don’t you have like six children running around screaming and trying to eat the world?”
“Who said I don’t?”
Gerrid behind me stiffened.
Not in a fun way, in that tense, entering territory no one is supposed to talk about, sort of way. I knew that I would have to take that as a hint and change the conversation to something that was more comfortable.
“Peter grew up in his father’s shadow. No matter what he tried to do or where he went, he was never good enough, not as an Alpha or as a son. It nearly destroyed a very good Alpha. If I ever have children, no one will know of them until they are grown enough and have their own reputations. Does that answer satisfy the faeries?”
“If I find out you’re lying to me, I’ll kill you myself.”
“As would several Alphas, I’m certain,” Abraham purred out.
His body had dropped in temperature. It was cooler than Gerrid’s, possibly because I had caught him off guard and even embarrassed him by interrupting to ask such a question.
“Why did you ask that?” he asked.
“For some reason, it’s important to me.”
Gerrid sucked in a breath. Then he made a little whimper sound I bent back and looked at him.
“Breeding me isn’t attractive,” I said with a shake of my head.
“You are so weird,” Abraham said. “But, if it will please you, I can share.”
“Not now, that’d be weird,” I said, setting a hand on his face. “Later, though. When Gerrid is passed out. That way you don’t have to threaten to kill him or something to make your ego feel better.”
“We all know Gerrid can keep a secret,” Abraham said.
He didn’t elaborate on that point, even though I wanted him to.
Instead, he kissed my forehead and pressed close once more. His face was so close to mine that I had a hard time distinguishing where our skin touched, and where it was simply anticipation of sensation.
He kissed my jaw and slipped a hand up my neck, gripping me without putting pressure behind the hold. His lips and teeth found their way to my neck, nipping me with sharp teeth. The sensation made me try to pull away, but his hand on the other side of my neck was solid like stone. Abraham kissed the sore spot and pulled away once more.
“I think interrupting means you should be punished,” he said, his hand slipping into my pants.
His flesh was that degree hotter once more. Warmer than Gerrid against my back, his hand against my bare, oh so sensitive flesh made me shudder. His fingers slipped down, exploring gently. When I gasped, he let out a little, breathy chuckle. His fingers worked in a slow, little circle.
The liquid heat turned into a burning need. My legs almost went out from under me, but Gerrid had wrapped his arms around me, holding me up as Abraham shifted, moving his lips to my ear.
“I’m not going to let you come,” he whispered as I struggled to get away. “No, just bring you there. Feel the pleasure that you could have had for free.”
“Please,” I begged.
Abraham pulled away suddenly, leaving a cold in his wake. I leaned forward, breathing hard as Abraham watched me, hands in his pockets.
“If you were a companion, I’d tie you to the curtain rod and leave you there for an hour or so. Then I’d come back and make you beg my forgiveness on your hands and knees, but I still wouldn’t allow you to come. You’d have to earn it.”
“I don’t want to be tied up,” I panted.
“And we don’t have the time for that sort of thing,” Abraham said. “Gerrid, strip her.”
Gerrid reached for my shirt.
I batted him away, not wanting to be undressed by him while Abraham watched. Gerrid studied me for a moment, then lifted his hands and stepped away, respecting my choice. I pulled my own shirt off and dropped it at his feet.
While I wanted to throw it at him, he had gotten the message the first time and hadn’t tried to push me about it.
He didn’t deserve to have something flung at his face.
“What happened there?” Abraham asked quickly.
I turned my head and looked at the dressing for my grazing wound. There was a little blood on the outside. We probably should have changed that as soon as I woke up. Gerrid had been thinking long-term in the safe room, however, and had probably wanted to maintain the supplies just a little longer.
“Grazing wound,” Gerrid said. “From the bullet that went through Penelope. Once we get the all clear we’ll start running some tests. They don’t share a blood type, but if that got into her system, she’d probably already have a fever and such. She’s fine.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes,” Gerrid said. “If Blane will allow it, I’ll even give her a little something to fix that up.
Abraham made a sound at the back of his throat. “Should have changed the dressing first thing this morning.”
“We were let out directly after breakfast, and I wasn’t going to change that and then make her eat.”
“After.”
“Absolutely.”
Abraham made a little sound and motioned to me to continue. My fingers had been hooked in my pants as they had talked to one another. I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them.
“Underwear as well.”
I was a little worried about a possible mess down there. That made me embarrassed to do so, but I still dropped my underwear and kicked it to the side.
Few men found wet underwear to be a turn on, even if it did mean that I was turned on.
Gerrid placed a hand between my shoulder blades and propelled me forward gently. I kept my eyes on Abraham, but saw a subtle change, an almost hatred come over his features. I glanced up and saw Gerrid press his lips into a thin line and look down at me.
I think he mouthed something to Abraham.
Turning back to Abraham, I found the older Alpha had his hands in his pockets once more and was looking away. He seemed to struggle with himself, but whatever that struggle was, when he turned back to me, the hunger had returned.
“On your knees,” he said.
I sunk to my knees.
Gerrid made a sound and walked off immediately. He returned with a towel and motioned to me. I stood and he set it down, then motioned again. The towel had been laid lengthwise, leading from Abraham like a red carpet. I knelt on the edge as I frowned and looked up at Abraham.
Who was studying the towel in curiosity.
“Hands and knees, Rebecca,” Gerrid purred out, setting a hand on my shoulder.
“Oh?” Abraham asked, a little smile appearing on his lips. “I should mention, I don’t mind teeth, but don’t like biting.”
“I don’t bite, except by accident,” I said.
I bent down and settled on my hands and knees, looking up at Abraham. Gerrid behind me, made a little sound and reached down, patting the inside of my knee.
“Spread these for me, will you?”
Looking over my shoulder, I frowned, but did as he said. He seemed to consider my position, then shrugged. I turned back to Abraham and found him smiling.
“Not quite the right height,” he said, looking around. “Wooden hamper? That’s odd.”
“Uses it as a chair,” Gerrid muttered.
I didn’t ask how Gerrid knew that, simply watched as Abraham wandered off and returned with a wooden ‘hamper’ that even had a back and little sides on it.
It was clearly a chair.
As if the person who furnished the bathroom knew at some point someone would end up sitting in the bathroom for some period of time.
Abraham set it right by me and then sat. He seemed to consider, then stood and dragged it closer and sat again.
“This will work fantastic,” he said. “Almost like it was made for the height of a woman.”
“You take so long to set up,” I muttered.
“Oh no, I don’t,” Abraham said as he stood and moved around the chair. “I’m taking my time so that you come away from that edge a little more. I want to be buried inside you when you finally come.”
“I can’t list a single example of a woman coming from giving a man oral,” I countered.
Abraham dropped his pants, then stepped out of them. He pushed the chair a little closer, then sat.
I was face level with his eager self. Abraham reached and grasped himself, working his hand up and down as he made a little moaning sound.
“This isn’t porn,” Gerrid said. “You can use her mouth.”
“I know that,” Abraham grumbled, reaching out to caress the side of my head. “I know that.”
“Just treat it like a fantasy of yours,” I said.
“If this was my fantasy, I’d have Blane behind me and Matt in your position,” Abraham said.
“With a woman,” I countered.
“The players would still be very much the same,” Abraham said.
I sighed out and gave him an annoyed look. Abraham smiled slowly.
“Have you started to feel every thread of that terrycloth towel yet? That and the hard tile, barely separated from you knees and hands?” he asked, leaning down a little as he drew my face upward. “I’m not delaying because I’m thinking of others.”
“I know that, that’s why I’m annoyed,” I said.
When he reached for me again, I batted his hand away and then jabbed my finger at his face. Abraham’s eyebrows rose, a smile curled his lips ever so slightly as he raised his hands in surrender and sat back. I closed the distance between us and, still jabbing that finger at him in annoyance, licked his tip.
When Abraham didn’t start talking again, I took him into my mouth, lowering my hand to steady myself as I ducked my head down.
Call me crazy, but I loved giving oral. I knew it wasn’t for everyone, but there was just something about having a man’s most tender part in my mouth that turned me on. It took a great deal of trust, trust that I wouldn’t bite him, and a knowledge that if he did do something stupid, I could do a lot of damage before he got me off.
I made a little sound, nuzzling closer to Abraham as he moaned. The sound was bitten back, but as I raised up and grasped his thighs, I could feel his muscles moving. He could bite back all the sounds he wanted, his thighs would tell me how he felt.
Abraham relaxed suddenly. I could hear his breathing, trying to steady out. He placed a hand on my head gently and stroked my hair.
A hot body came up behind me. I tried to lift my head to look, but Abraham’s hand on my head kept me almost still. Not enough to possibly choke me, but just enough to keep my head down and my eyes on him.
I gave a muffled little cry as Gerrid penetrated me. For some reason, I hadn’t seen that coming. Gerrid slipped deeper, grasping my thighs to hold me still as he began to thrust. As Gerrid penetrated me to my very core, his pace lazy but deep, Abraham moved his hand from my head and down my neck, grasping my shoulder as he began moving once more.
I stopped thinking about Abraham, focusing on the motion behind me, of Gerrid’s relentless yet stubborn pace. He took his time and I wanted him to move faster. When I tried to move my hips back, his grip on them tightened and he slowed down. Like he knew what I wanted, but wasn’t giving it to me.
The waves of pleasure rolling through me just didn’t stop.
I was balanced on that edge again, except this time not a single orgasm was to be had.
They said Alphas were quick studies, but I was certain it should have taken at least one more time before Gerrid got down the motions of my body and how to torment me more.
“Now, Gerrid.” Abraham moaned.
What’s that mean?
Gerrid’s pace changed suddenly. He withdrew entirely and then slammed into me. A startled squawk made it out of my mouth, around Abraham’s hot flesh. Every thrust threw me over that edge and every time he withdrew, he yanked me back. I was there and back again, but not quite there.
Abraham’s hand slipped back up my neck, grasping my head as he thrust several times and kept himself still. As he did so, a shudder rolled through me, I moaned and twitched as Abraham’s seed filled my mouth. A second later, he cursed, because the next shudder made me bite involuntarily, as I tried to keep from making a sound. He pulled me away from his overly sensitive flesh, slipping off the chair to capture my lips with his own.
He must have tasted his own fluids in my mouth, but that didn’t seem to stop him from dominating my mouth as my orgasm rolled through my body. My arms gave out, but Abraham held me up, his strong arms wrapping around me.
Gerrid stilled behind me with a little sound, buried deep and breathing hard. He bent down, arms supporting his weight on the floor as he kissed my back. He pulled away and dropped to the side, panting hard as Abraham also pulled away. I collapsed to the towel, so dry and scratchy compared to the sweat on my body. I rolled and tucked myself against Gerrid’s cooling body.
He wrapped his arms around me and sighed out in a happy sort of way.
Abraham laid behind me. The two Alphas kept me warm as my body began to cool and exhaustion set in. I made a sleepy little sound and nuzzled closer to Gerrid, closing my eyes and willing myself to sleep.
It was not easy coming, but I did find a sort of restful peace. That point where the body is almost asleep, but the mind is still aware. It was a wonderful feeling, though I would have preferred to fall asleep completely.
“You need to claim this woman before we introduce her to others,” Abraham whispered to Gerrid.
“They aren’t companions,” Gerrid whispered back. “Morgan has all but submitted to Rachel, so that’s how they’re bound. He’s an Alpha working for and servicing a Dom. We can’t say the same about her. She seems to want me, but… I’m not comfortable with this.”
“When you know, you know, Gerrid.”
“I know that, and I definitely know this. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on Rachel. But it makes me uneasy, this lack of claim. This, this feeling like she’s still available for all. She can sleep with whomever she likes, but I need them to understand that she isn’t available for them.”
Abraham was quiet.
As they had spoken, I had tried not to react. They thought I was asleep, or they wouldn’t have been talking.
“I have a companion,” Abraham said.
“You have a lot of companions,” Gerrid said.
“No, I broke a G14, a little C. He spends his days painting and looking after my children. When I arrive home, he has dinner made for us and never tells the children anything about my job except to say that I am an important man. Alphas have met him. They know he’s broken but not who his Alpha is. Or even that his Alpha might be nearby. They assume he’s left alone. Several of them have wanted him. Because as far as they know, he’s available.”
“What did you do?” Gerrid asked.
“I took him south and married him.”
Gerrid stiffened. I felt his body move, as if he were looking down at me to see if I was still asleep. I took in a deep breath and adjusted against Gerrid. The pair of them were quiet for some time.
“I know a companion who does art and wears a ring,” Gerrid said.
“Yes, and?”
“I only thought he wore the ring as a mark of being bound, thought it clever. I didn’t think he was married.”
“He is.”
“I also didn’t think you were stupid enough to get married and not make it public,” Gerrid said. �
��What if someone tries something? What about Robin?”
“They have. My children ripped him apart,” Abraham said. “When I arrived home, they came to find me, covered in blood, because he had called me to tell me of an unwanted visitor. The intruder tried to hurt daddy, they said, and then they took me outside. Where they had lured the stranger so that daddy wouldn’t get upset about mud and blood in his clean kitchen.
“And Robin was the one who told me to. He picked out my companion and we have shared him. There will be no jealousy in my house.”
“Everyone knows attacking Alpha children is a bad idea.”
“He didn’t know about my children. He thought perhaps it was just a held house, or adopted normals. I don’t have to worry about my husband because my children are properly raised and will not allow any harm to come to him.”
“What about their mothers?”
“Mother, one, and their mother was his sister. She visits often, but has told the children that daddy is very special to her and me and that he should be treated like she would be treated. They took it to heart. Still, she visits almost every day to make certain the balance remains.”
“How does that help me? Her children are too young, and everyone would know that I tried to claim her. They know my reputation, and the bigger houses have been looking for a reason to squash me.”
“So?” Abraham asked. “If the bigger houses are trying to squash you, it’s because Alex is dead. His unspoken threat, the one that kept you alive all those years ago? It’s fading. You need to make a stand.”
“I get that, but standing over her will make her a target. I think she’s been hurt enough for one lifetime.”
“It’s stand over her or breed her, and there’s no way Blane will give you permission for that without proof and enough time for her to heal and ask for such a thing.”
Gerrid was quiet a moment. “I need to talk to Theo.”
“Why Theo?”
“He’d understand what I’m trying to say, I think,” he muttered. “He’d have an answer.”
“Theo has kept none of his companions.”
“I know that, but I still feel like he’d know better. You know?”
“He is a history keeper and has worked with Penelope to expand our knowledge,” Abraham said. “But I feel that he would agree with me.”