Surrender to the Alphas (Waxing Crescent Book 5)

by Jasmine Mills

  I lowered my eyes. “So if we do this, I’ll go home afterwards?”

  “Yes,” Richmond said.

  A small part of me was disappointed. It seemed like sex would be the start of something – a thrilling new journey. Would we really just do it once, and then I’d leave, never to see them again?

  I could hardly ask them to keep me here, and there were a million reasons for me to say yes to him.

  So I did.

  “How are we going to do this?” I asked. “I mean like, where?”

  Richmond’s hand strayed to his waistline, cupping his cock. He was wearing those same sweatpants, and I could see a bulge growing, evidence of his desire for me. “The dungeon, of course.”

  My heart beat faster. It was my first time, and he wasn’t going to lay off the kinky stuff at all? Everything in there was for the advanced BDSM practitioner. I wasn’t even a beginner. Shouldn’t we start off with something simpler so that I could get used to things?

  “Don’t look so terrified,” Jacob said, still leering. “I know what he’s thinking, and you’ll enjoy it.”

  That made me curious enough that I got up and headed into the other room. The other three followed us, keeping a small distance. I glanced around again. I’d become quite familiar with this room last night, and I didn’t see what could possibly be considered beginner level. In fact, I didn’t know where Richmond usually had sex at all – unless he liked to do it standing.

  “You’re not going to see what I’m talking about by looking around,” Trey said. Coming to my side, he tilted my head. “You have to look up.”

  I stared, but I didn’t know what I was looking at. There was some sort of contraption attached to the ceiling, a series of ropes and cloths.

  Richmond unhooked a piece of rope, and the whole thing came tumbling down. “This is called a sex swing,” he said. “Would you like to try?”

  My eyes went wide. I had only vaguely heard of these things, and seeing it in front of me was something else entirely. “How does it work?” I asked.

  “First you put your butt in the sling,” Richmond said, holding it out so I could see how the cloth would hold me. “Then you hold onto the top straps and twist your legs around the bottom ones. This part here goes under your head.”

  Timidly, I tried to climb inside. That got a laugh out of the alphas. “You’ll want to take your clothes off first,” Jacob said.

  “Right.” I shyly stripped down, removing the few clothes I still had on. Then I climbed into the sling and did my best to do what Richmond had said.

  Now I was on my back, my arms and legs both suspended in the air. I could see nothing but the ceiling above me. I was immobilized, but not so much that I’d be completely unable to move.

  Just by being in this thing, by knowing what would come next, I was already getting powerfully turned on. Tension built in my core, and my nipples hardened.

  I’d always been so scared to lose my virginity, but I’d looked forward to it, too. I wasn’t sure why I’d chosen these men and not my ex, but right now, I was certain that I was doing the right thing.

  I felt movement outside the sling, and tensed up in anticipation. Instead of a hard rod, I got a soft tongue.

  “What are you doing?” I yelled.

  “He’s getting you ready,” Jacob said, sounding just as aroused as I was. “Making sure you’re nice and wet for him.”

  There was no worry about that – but I still shut up and let Richmond please me. His tongue danced on my clit and laved on my labia. My body jerked and bucked, but the sex swing kept me from moving too far. Rough hands gripped my hips, keeping me right where I was.

  The sensation made my body sing. Richmond’s tongue flicked at me in an expert rhythm. The longer he went, the less scared I was, and the more I craved to have him inside me.

  I bucked against his face, grinding against his mouth. The more he gave me, the more I wanted. His tongue tantalized me, never quite giving me enough.

  I writhed, gripping the straps, my legs flailing as far as they could. Then the erotic sensations disappeared. Confused and disappointed, I pushed myself up so I could see what he was doing. He had stood up, and his erection jutted out before him. As I collapsed to the swing again, he pressed it to my opening.

  Now I saw why he’d been so insistent on going down on me first. I was so wet that he slid in without the slightest resistance. A high-pitched wail came through my lips. As he bottomed out, reaching my depths, all I knew was that this was amazing. Blissful. Ecstasy.

  My pussy was stretched like it had never been before, and my mind whirled as the pleasure took over my body. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. Nothing had even approached the bliss I found myself in.

  I held on tight to the straps, and Richmond’s cock drilled into me again and again. He was hitting my cervix with every thrust, making my walls stretch around them. I’d never guessed, in all the times I’d imagined this, with all the porn I’d watched, that it would be like this.

  “Don’t stop,” I managed. Another orgasm was approaching, and I was going to die if anything happened to interrupt it. “Don’t – don’t – don’t stop!”

  The first wave took over my body, quickly followed by another. And another. They washed over me in a series of contractions that felt like they would never end.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was conscious of Richmond groaning. The others were talking around us, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying.

  Richmond’s hands clamped down on my hips, and he used that force to pound into me even harder as his seed spilled into me. “Fuck – omega – yes!”

  He stayed inside me, and his torso collapsed over mine. Freeing my arms from the straps, I allowed them to drape around his sweat-drenched back. The sex had been somewhat impersonal, but in this moment, I felt connected to him.

  Right now, I understood why he’d acted the way he had toward me. He’d only been trying to teach me a lesson, and if anything, the things he’d done were more for my pleasure than his. He was an alpha, and I was an omega. He only wanted me to know my place. To know I should surrender to him.

  And when he fucked me like that, I felt like that was something I could do.

  Rising from me with a sigh, he lifted me out of the swing.

  “So it’s over,” I said. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. “I can go home?”

  He looked at me, seeming almost tired. The other alphas were silent around us.

  “If you’d like to leave, you can go,” he finally said.

  “You mean I don’t have to?” I stepped into my shorts, unsteady on my feet.

  Richmond tilted his head at me. “From the time you got here, you’ve been wanting to leave. All of a sudden, you sound like you want to stay.”

  “I—I—” I gazed from one handsome alpha to the next, a flicker of arousal going through me when I saw the way they looked back at me. “This isn’t fair. Everybody knows sex makes you feel things. I’m all drenched in hormones. I wanted to go home. I wanted it so badly.”

  A small smile came up to Richmond’s face. “And now?”

  How could I leave when the door to a whole new world had just opened up to me?

  “I want to stay.”

  NINE

  The alphas let me take a shower, and I used the time to think. As I worked soap and water over my naked body, I wondered how in the world I’d just agreed to spend more time with them.

  They said I could leave anytime I want – they’d given me their word, and now I knew they wouldn’t go back on it. But for the moment, I had no desire to.

  I washed myself, wondering at how different my body already felt. My ankles and wrists were sore, not to mention my pussy. It felt almost bruised, but in a good way. I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

  I ran my hands over my breasts, still thinking about how much pleasure my body had brought to Richmond. I was just a normal girl, and I’d somehow managed to drive him out of his mind. That big, powerful alpha �
� he’d been weak for me. When he came, it was like he drained his entire life force. But then, so had I.

  Could it be that when I surrendered to him, he surrendered a little bit to me, too?

  I turned off the water and dried myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My lips seemed swollen, and my eyes had a knowing look they’d never had before.

  I wondered if other people would be able to see the change in me. If they’d take one look at me and know I was a real woman now.

  Wrapping the towel around myself, I went out to see the alphas. “So you want to stay,” Richmond said.

  “I don’t know what I want,” I said truthfully. “What do you guys want?”

  Somehow, even though Richmond was the one I’d slept with, it was clear that he wouldn’t be the only one. Opening that door meant including the other three, and I had no problem with that at all.

  “Let’s sleep on it and talk some more tomorrow after work,” Richmond said.

  They decided that, since I was now an invited guest, I could sleep in one of the bedrooms – Richmond’s or one of the others. The other alphas decided to stay over, too. Richmond had enough guest rooms for all of them.

  I decided to stay with Richmond. Now that I felt closer to him, I wanted to keep that feeling going.

  How had this happened? A few weeks ago, I’d believed these men were planning to launch an attack that would end innumerable lives. Just hours ago, I’d still been convinced they were pure evil.

  But things were becoming clear to me. Their dominance wasn’t for the sake of cruelty. They ran this town – they couldn’t let anyone get in the way of what was best for the community. And although my intentions had been good, I’d almost done just that.

  Had I even cared about preventing the attack? If I had, surely I would’ve reported the alphas to Waxing Crescent authorities, not written an article about them. I had really only wanted acclaim for myself. I’d been ready to sit back and watch the attack go on as planned, as long as I could get some credit for exposing it.

  The alphas worked in mysterious ways. Even if I couldn’t see the reasons for their actions at any moment in time, I was learning that I could trust that they were doing the right thing.

  In the morning, the alphas took off my collar. In bat form, I went home and changed clothes for work. Everything there was normal, which made me feel even more abnormal. I couldn’t reconcile this world with the one I’d been in last night, the world of sensual bliss and multiple orgasms.

  I went through the day in a haze, just waiting for it to be over. It was funny to think I’d been so desperate to get out of Richmond’s house, and now I was equally desperate to get back.

  Finally the clock ticked past five. I shot up from my chair and headed for the door. Before driving home, I glanced at my phone – the new one I’d bought after Richmond smashed mine. Lydia hadn’t texted me, which made me a little sad. I knew it was only because of what I’d told her, but I was scared that our friendship was damaged beyond repair. Somehow, I’d have to smooth things over with her.

  Back at Richmond’s place, the other alphas were already there. “There’s our little troublemaker,” Jacob said, waving a wooden spoon at me. Sauce splattered onto the floor.

  I frowned. “Are you guys… cooking?”

  “Why wouldn’t we?” Trey asked. “We all have to eat.”

  “I just didn’t see you guys as the domestic type.”

  “We’re alphas. We’re independent. We may not have a passion for cooking, but we’re certainly capable of it on the instances when no one else is able to.” Richmond paused. “Or when we want to impress an omega. Come here.”

  Heat rose to my cheeks, and I went toward him. He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, chaste and yet scorching. I couldn’t look at him without remembering how he’d felt buried deep inside me. The sex had changed the entire way I felt about him. Would the same thing happen if or when I made love to the others?

  “Why would you need to impress me?” I asked. “I’m already here, aren’t I?”

  “Yes, and we want to keep it that way.” Richmond caressed my ass, then gave it a just-slightly-painful squeeze.

  A spark of desire shot through me, and I leaned into his touch. The other alphas surrounded me, Jacob pressing a kiss to my neck as Trey brushed back a strand of my hair and Oakley ran his fingers down my chest. The four of them were good at working in unison like that, and not just in the kitchen. It gave me a thrill to think about how things might go if I were to try sleeping with all of them – at once.

  I enjoyed the attention for a minute, but then the pot bubbled on the stove. “What are you cooking?” I asked, peering in.

  “Just spaghetti with meat sauce,” Richmond said.

  I glanced at the splatter marks on the stove. “You guys really are just barely competent, aren’t you?”

  They tried to glare at me, but there was amusement in their eyes. “If we’re so bad, why don’t you show us where we went wrong?” Jacob asked, holding his spoon out to me.

  I stirred the pasta a few times, noticing how it was stuck together. I looked around for oil, then poured in a drop. The sauce was already hot, so I tasted it. Considering it came straight out of a jar, it wasn’t too bad.

  I added salt, pepper, and a pinch of sugar. “That cuts the acidity,” I said. “Oldest trick in the book.”

  “Good girl.” Trey petted my hair.

  I remembered how furious I’d been when Oakley had called me a good girl, and I wondered why it’d had such an effect on me. I still rankled a little, but something had changed. Some part of me did want to be good for these men.

  I stirred the pasta one more time. It felt soft enough to eat, so I turned off the stove. “I’ll let you guys take it from here.”

  I stood back and watched them spring into action, working like a well-oiled machine. I knew they’d probably decided between them in their minds, but I was still impressed at how efficiently they could work together.

  When the food was on the table, all of us dug in. We made small talk for a moment, them more than me. Even though I didn’t contribute much, it felt good to be at the table with them. It felt surprisingly homey, and I could imagine myself getting used to this.

  Once I’d finished my small serving, I couldn’t hold off any longer. “What’s going on with us, you guys? What am I even doing here?”

  All of them stopped eating, and they exchanged glances as if deciding who would speak. “None of us wanted anything from you when you forced your way into our lives,” Richmond said. “But…”

  “You showed us courage and spunk,” Trey said. “We began to like you.”

  “Albeit reluctantly,” Oakley grunted. “You were annoying… you were dangerous…”

  “But the things we did to punish you had the unexpected effect of turning us on.” Jacob eyed me. “All of us.”

  My face going hot, I took a sip of water. “Well, you’ve noticed the feeling is mutual. Richmond saw my little video. I can’t claim you guys don’t turn me on.”

  Contentment shone in their faces. “Is that all you feel for us?” Richmond asked, his voice low. “Lust? Desire?”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  I hadn’t really gotten to know them enough to say. We’d been so combative – this had to be the first time I’d sat down and had a pleasant conversation with any of them.

  And yet… didn’t the combativeness itself make me feel something? Didn’t I enjoy the challenge of sparring with them? Didn’t they provoke me in a way nothing else ever had?

  “I decided to stay last night for a reason,” I finally said. “If this was about sex alone, I could find that anywhere. I’m enjoying being with you.”

  That seemed to satisfy them for the moment. “We’d like to explore things with you,” Richmond said. “You could come over after work and spend time with us. We can show you some of the finer pleasures in life.”

  “And you can teach us how to cook,” Jacob added, scoo
ping another bite of pasta.

  I chuckled. He looked so cute with the innocent smile he was giving me.

  “This thing between us, this connection that we share, was unexpected for all of us,” Richmond said. “But all of us are interested in exploring where things could go with you.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “So, are you saying the four of you want to, like… date me?”

  “Yeah.” Richmond smiled. “Basically.”

  I sat back in my chair, leaning my head in my hands as I looked from one alpha to the next. How had my attempt at a news article gotten me to this point? Especially when I’d done nothing but be petulant and obstinate the whole time?

  I had to be the luckiest woman in the world. And I wasn’t going to forget it.

  “What do you think?” Trey prompted.

  Right, I hadn’t actually said whether I wanted to. “That depends,” I said with a sly smile. “Am I still going to have to surrender to you?”

  Oakley leaned across the table, baring his sharp teeth as he spoke for the first time.

  “Always, Cassidy. Always.”

  TEN

  Surrendering to the alphas was going to be more complicated than I thought. The next time I saw them, they gave me a whole list of rules I was going to have to follow if I wanted to be with them.

  I sat at the kitchen table, flipping through the pages. The list took up two full sheets, and the font was small.

  “Some of these make sense,” I said. “Like not being with anyone else – that one is obvious. I think four men is enough for me. What about the minor punishment section, though? I’m not allowed to ‘be a brat’? How exactly do you define that?”

  “I think that one is going to be the hardest for you,” Trey said. “Come on, though. You know fully well what it means. You don’t need a dictionary definition.”

  “Can you give me an example?”

  “Anything you did the first several times we met,” Jacob said, raising his eyebrow.