Deviant Evolution

by L. V. Lane

  I made an impatient tug at their clothes—they were both still fully dressed, and even in my befuddled state, I knew this wasn’t what I wanted.

  My protests were swallowed up as Ethan took my face in his hand and closed his mouth over mine, plunging his tongue inside. I sucked on it, my little nonsense sounds lost under the assault. It took all my focus…until another hot mouth enclosed the tip of my breast.

  I groaned, losing myself in their heated kisses. We had done this before, been together in this way last night after my punishment. And there were other occasions when we had hinted at this, too.

  All had been spontaneous. This time felt different, more…calculated—premeditated. It was unnerving me, and exciting me. Yes, it was really exciting me.

  They were so beautiful to me, both of them. The way they were, and the loving kind of control they offered me.

  I wanted it to go on forever.

  A long, breathless moan rose up from my soul.

  Ethan swallowed that up as well.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  I WAS HIGH, really fucking high, but her blood did that to me every time.

  This time was different. This time I could feel her too.

  Her scent was ripe and sweet, and it clogged my lungs, adding to the hazy mix. Distantly, I was aware of Ryker on her other side, and that the sweet sounds I was swallowing up were partly due to him.

  Her heat was imminent, days, at most a week, and I couldn’t wait for it to happen.

  I dragged my lips from hers, and her tiny hand fisted my hair as if to pull me back. She had a fierce fucking grip, and I had to squeeze her wrist until she released. Then I noticed what Ryker was doing and a warning growl vibrated deep in my chest.

  He didn’t acknowledge me, just continued sucking bites over her plump tit that his hand was cupping, marking it up.

  Marking what was mine.

  And she was loving it.

  Her lips searched against my throat, distracting me, licking and sucking against the skin while her body writhed against the bed, and dragging me down into the carnal underworld. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw her legs rub together, slick coating the tops of her thighs. Ryker’s hand skittered down, passing over her flat stomach to coax her legs apart.

  I watched my hand follow the same path like it belonged to someone else. She wriggled against me, nipping my throat with another breathy moan as Ryker’s hand cupped over her slick folds. And I was right behind, my fingers brushing against his until they found the hot entrance and I plunged inside. Gasping, her lips left my throat for a moment before they returned, teeth tugging gently, tongue licking again.

  “Fuck,” Ryker muttered. His head lifted, and I knew he was staring at what I was doing—we both were doing.

  I got my second finger inside, thrusting deep enough to bring an arch to her back and scissoring them inside.

  His fingers slid through the slick folds next to mine before he pushed in beside me, stretching her to take another thick finger. She moaned, burying her face into the side of my neck again, her fingers gripping my shirt like she needed something to ground her.

  It was so fucking erotic. I became an animal, reading with perfect clarity her every shuddered breath, the rise and fall of her chest, and the warm slick pooling around our fingers as we thrust erratically around each other.

  Ryker gave an approving growl as his finger slipped out and instead found the puckered entrance at the back. The three of us were connected, our fates locked in the same dark plane, and I felt him thrust in like I was the one doing it. She squealed against my throat, and her pussy got tight and crowded as Ryker plunged a second finger into her ass.

  Her sharp little teeth bit against my skin, snapping me back from the brink.

  I still had one hand half tangled in her hair, and I ripped her off, seeing the blood shining on her lips and feeling it trickle down my throat. I licked that blood away, teasing her with half-kisses that she tried to chase. I loved her aggression, the impatient growls she made and the way she tried to nip at my lips. She was going to get a rough throat fucking if she kept that up. Willful Omegas who used their teeth needed to be taught a lesson.

  We were still fingering the fuck out of her.

  And then Ryker’s other hand was on her chin, turning her head and pulling her lips from mine. His mouth opened over hers, and his tongue slid in.

  I wanted to fucking punch him for taking her away from me, but that would mean leaving her tight cunt, and I needed that more than I needed to breathe so the punch would have to wait.

  He stopped as quickly as he started, turning her back to me, and I forgot about everything else as I resumed my plunder of her mouth.

  He passed her back and forth, teasing all of us with a taste until I thought I was going to lose my mind. Her pussy became so slick our fingers made wet squelching noises as they slipped in and out.

  She gripped both of us like she might drown if she lets go.

  Maybe she would.

  Maybe we all would.

  I pushed my third finger inside her, and it became a tight squeeze. When I swiped my thumb over her clit, she came hard, back bowed, mouth wrenching from Ryker’s as he took his turn so she could open her mouth for a long moan that set my dick thudding.

  Her legs clamped together, forcing our fingers to be still.

  “Open your legs,” I growled. I wasn’t close to being done yet.

  At the shake of her head, I saw red. Wrenching my hand from her pussy, I smacked her upper thigh hard. She pressed them closer together. I pulled her leg aside and slapped her welted ass. “Open your fucking legs.”

  She moaned in a way that said she enjoyed me waking her bruises up and her legs popped open.

  Someone was out to test her Controllers.

  Ryker’s eyes locked with mine before a smirk bloomed on his face. “You’re playing a dangerous game, babe,” he said.

  She pouted and skittered her hands down her body like she was running the fucking show.

  We had each grabbed a wrist before she could reach her pussy.

  Ryker’s face had emptied. “How do you want to do this?” he asked me.

  I kept my own face empty, too, and the silence stretched as her expression dropped from playful to panic. “What are you going to do?” she asked, her eyes darting between us. She tried to snatch her hands back, emitting a little aroused gasp when she realized she was held tight.

  I leaned up, her wrist still caught in one hand as I pressed my fingers to my throat where she had bitten me—A faint smear of blood. “I was going to stretch her,” I said thoughtfully. “She does need to be stretched, but she bit me, and biters need to be force-fed cock until they don’t have the energy for biting.”

  “No need to limit ourselves,” Ryker said softly. “No reason we can’t do both.”

  “None at all,” I agreed.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked again in a whisper.

  I pressed my lips close to her ear. “Whatever we want to, Princess.”

  We had already decided on a plan. She had never been knotted before, and while her body would be naturally limber during heat, the act still came with dangers.

  And she had the tightest fucking pussy I’d ever been inside. At times I wondered how she took my dick. The knot at the base of my cock would make it twice as wide.

  We might both be experienced Controllers, but the blood coursing through her veins added a wildness to regular fucking. I had no clue how we would respond to it during heat, and that added a layer of complexity to an already volatile time.

  “We need to prepare you for knotting,” I said. My throat stung where she had sunk her teeth in. I liked the sting, liked her aggression, and I couldn’t wait for her to bite me while in heat.

  Her pretty face lost its color. “Prepare me?”

  “We don’t want to hurt you, baby,” Ryker said softly. He had dropped into playing a part again. There was nothing gentle or coaxing in Ryker’s nature. He was cold,
emotionally detached, and violent. But he was the master at faking anything if it suited his purpose. I’d known him for five years. If you needed someone to extract answers, Ryker was your man. He’d do it with a smile on his face, then sleep like a baby after. I liked to think of myself as mentally tough. Anyone who survived Lyus had their compassion scoured away, or they died clinging onto it. But I still felt, and I still cared—I had killed to give my family food, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

  Sometimes when I saw Ryker with Lilly, I thought he might be close to cracking, that he might care in his own twisted way. Her blood might pack a punch, but I didn’t believe it could rewire a brain.

  We were linked now, all of us, and whatever was or wasn’t going on with Ryker, he was part of it. He was fiercely protective toward her, and he enjoyed fucking her enough to compensate for other deficiencies. And while it pissed me the fuck off, I knew she cared for him. She might come from privilege and have an unhealthy level of defiance, but she was still an Omega—and still, sweet and trusting. I’d seen her looking at Ryker with an expression akin to hope.

  She wasn’t looking at Ryker with hope today, her wide, fearful eyes darted between us.

  I was still pissed about Ryker’s manipulation games, but we all needed to put them aside. So, it was with a measure of reluctance I had conceded Ryker was the best man for this particular job.

  Ryker had big hands, but they were not as big as mine.

  Maybe we were taking this too fast. Maybe she needed to get used to us both together before we progressed to fisting her tight cunt?

  Life didn’t always present the perfect scenario. And this one was fucked beyond recognition with all the shit going on with Tsing. The deeper I dug, the worse it got. I didn’t know how much time I would get with her before she succumbed to her heat, and we couldn’t afford to waste any of it. Once it began, we would tip right after her into a rut. As much as I liked to think I could control myself—to take it slow the first time—there was no point in taking unnecessary risks.

  Besides, I was going to enjoy watching Ryker work his fist into her pussy. And I wasn’t inclined to deny myself this pleasure.

  “But, not yet?” She pleaded with me because she knew I was the one who made the decisions here.

  “This needs to happen,” I said, no point in allowing her to cling to false hopes.

  Her eyes still implored me, the same as they had last night when I took my belt to her. It didn’t help her then, and it wouldn’t help her now.

  I could smell the slick gathering between her legs. She had enjoyed last night more than I’d anticipated, and she was going to enjoy this, too.

  “You’re going to come so fucking hard.” I didn’t give her the chance to come to terms with what I had said because no amount of mental preparation was going to help. I rose from the bed, leaving Ryker with her so I could undress. He whispered encouragement into her ear while she openly fretted, getting his fingers back into her pussy and distracting her from what was about to come.

  Undoing the top two buttons, I ripped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. I made quick work of the rest because it was a special kind of torture watching Ryker touch her while I wasn’t involved.

  It gave me renewed respect for what I had put him through since he’d joined us here at Chimera.

  It had barely taken me more than two minutes to strip, but by the time I returned my focus to the bed, Ryker had her legs splayed wide and his head buried between them.

  I liked eating pussy—I liked many things. Ryker loved eating pussy. He had her tiny wrists captured in his big hands on either side of her thighs. Her head was thrown back, and her lips parted as he tongued her hot, little pussy folds.

  No doubt he was about to coax her into asking for his fist…or drive her so mindless she didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Ryker preferred to encourage her submission. I wasn’t an encouraging sort of man.

  Yes, it was better for Ryker to be the one leading this.

  “Good girl, come for me,” he said, lifting his head. “I need you nice and wet so I can get all up inside you.”

  My dick twitched as I stood beside the bed like a voyeur watching his favorite kind of kink.

  Her neck arched as a scream of pleasure tore from her throat.

  He kept at her until she became too sensitive and tried to wriggle from his grip. He lifted his head with a grin. Releasing her, he scooted back. I got on the bed behind her, drawing her limp body into mine with her back against my chest while Ryker made fast work of stripping off. My cock was hard and throbbing against her back as I settled her. “Open your legs,” I said, pulling her knees up and spreading her nice and wide as Ryker crawled up the bed and got straight down to fingering her wet pussy.

  Her chest rose and fell unsteadily, arousal, and a little fear. As I closed my fingers over the front of her throat, she quieted. “Don’t move,” I growled next to her ear.

  Ryker shot me a smirk—I was guessing she liked my instruction. “Let me just get my third finger in you,” he said.

  He did exactly that.

  I tightened my hold on her neck when she tried to wriggle. “Don’t move,” I repeated while plucking on her stiff nipple.

  I watched Ryker fuck her with his fingers as I toyed with her nipple, and the little mewling nonsense was soon spilling from her lips. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for her, and I could see she was fighting between the urge to pull away and the pleasure she was feeling.

  “Oh god! I can’t. I’m not ready.”

  I pinched her nipple hard, rolling it between my finger and thumb and tightening my fingers on her throat enough to challenge the air flow. “Keep your legs nice and wide, and don’t fucking move.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  RYKER CHOSE THAT moment to push the fourth finger inside me. My breathing turned choppy, and I tried to scoot up the bed. They had both had their fingers inside me before—I was still reeling from the experience. But this was different because I knew their intent.

  “Don’t move,” Ethan growled against my ear.

  Like I had a choice in this? I couldn’t be still if my life depended on it, and yet I couldn’t fidget either because they had me pinned. This was far beyond standard Alpha control. They shouldn’t need to do this. It felt wrong.

  It felt…deviant.

  Ryker had stilled, fingers buried deep. “Good girl,” he said, rubbing feather-light circles over my upper thigh with his other hand. “Stay nice and relaxed for me.” He resumed the slow, pumping movement in and out. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  The implied threat hung between us. He was going to do this whether it hurt me or not. It was up to me to ‘relax’ so it wouldn’t.

  As if I could relax knowing this.

  I couldn’t see Ethan’s face, but I could feel his huge, hard body pressed against the back of mine. One hand cupping my throat, while the fingers of his other hand tugged rhythmically on my nipple. His lips pressed a soft kiss against my temple, while his chest offered a comforting rumble that contrasted with Ryker’s dirty, little growls.

  Ethan’s sounds made me feel safe and cherished—Ryker’s made me wet.

  “That’s it, babe. You’re taking this so well,” Ryker said. He growled again, and his fingers fucking into me deeply made wet, slapping sounds.

  Ethan tightened his grip on my throat, arching it up with his thumb against my jawline so he could press kisses to the sensitive spot below my ear.

  I shivered. I was under their complete control.

  Ryker’s fingers stretched me beyond comfort, beyond discomfort, and into a corrupted pleasure. Each relentless thrust and twist brought a fresh wave of sharp, cramping torment, followed by a fierce shot of intense arousal. My stomach went into perpetual free-fall.

  There was too much stimulation; I was going to come again. Like a distant train approaching a station, each determined thrust into my pussy, each pluck of my tight nipple, and each ragged breath I took, dr
ew me closer to that destination. My eyes couldn’t stay open, and yet they were reluctant to close out the dark, erotic sight.

  “That’s it. Let it happen,” Ryker said, rubbing his rough thumb over my abused clit.

  I climaxed in a heated rush, muscles clutching at the thick penetration in a way that was as much pain as pleasure. A strangled cry was ripped from my parted lips. I bucked, seeking to close my legs and finding the task impossible while Ryker’s body was wedged between them.

  Ethan’s cock throbbed against my back. He was whispering in my ear. Telling me how well I was doing. How pleased he was with me. And how well he was going to fuck me once they were done. The air was so thick with our combined pheromones it felt like I was breathing through water.

  “God! Please stop.”

  They ignored me.

  My body did not know how to handle the overstimulation, torn between blinding tension and the blissful relaxation that should accompany such a powerful orgasm, and fluctuating between the two extremes so wildly I thought I might expire from the pressure.

  “Stop gripping me, babe,” Ryker admonished as his fingers picked up the pace. “Such a naughty little thing trying to coax your Controller to finger you rougher.”

  “I wasn’t!” I pleaded—he knew I wasn’t.

  “I’m going to have to spank you if you can’t relax,” he said sternly. “And then we’ll have to start all over again, and your pussy is going to be sore long before I get my whole fist in.” He signed loudly while I had a minor mental breakdown. He had confirmed all my fears—my exhausted pussy found a hidden reserve and put his fingers in a death grip.

  “But I don’t want to hurt you when you go into heat. And I have a feeling you will be twice as naughty then. Will beg both of us to knot you whether you’re ready or not.” He worked my clit mercilessly, even as he increased the depth and speed of his thrusting fingers, countering my attempt to push him out.

  They seemed to have synchronized their attack, because Ethan closed his mouth over my ear at the exact same time, his tongue circling the shell. Goosebumps sprang up across my skin. Ethan’s breath was loud in my ear, bringing an otherworldly quality to the moment.