6. ELLIE

ELLIE

Macon’s hands move to the back of my thighs as he hoists me up around his waist, moving us into the open area. I cling to him as he kisses me, dominating the embrace. He’s both too much and not enough as I drown in his scent, and I squash the nasty voice in my head telling me I’m just like the other girls I work with.

This means something.

It has to.

“Not fair. I just put on clothes,” Savin whines. “Let’s play a game.” I come up for air, twisting to see Savin dressed again, marginally. He’s stuffed back into his suit pants and shirt but nothing is buttoned and his hair is even messier than before. His scent is muted, the muscles in his jaw pulling tight every so often, warning me that his pain hasn’t completely disappeared with my presence.

I’m not sure what compels me to tap Macon’s chest to put me down so I can approach Savin. “It still hurts?” I reach up to brush my fingers across his cheek, similar to the way he did to me before. He grabs my wrist, pressing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

His lips linger there, almost as if he’s savoring my scent. His shoulders collapse, his eyes fluttering closed. “I didn’t want you to see that, Ellie. Don’t worry about it.”

I reach up with my other hand, fingering through his dirty blonde strands. They’re much softer than I would have thought, Savin leaning into my touch. He seems to draw comfort from me being here which is one of the main reasons I’m staying. Unfortunately, the nasty voice in my head tells me that maybe Macon isn’t entirely on board with how frugal I’m being with my touches. “I am worrying. Your pain feels… I can feel your discomfort.”

Savin tenses against me and I feel like I’ve ruined the moment when he releases me and puts several inches of distance between us.

“What can I do, Savin?” Am I overstepping? Probably. But it’s the least I can do when I’ve been invited to their space. I twist around to catch Macon’s expression, confused when he shoots me a warm smile as if he’s comfortable with me being wrapped around his Omega. They mentioned that they bring in a third every now and then but I didn’t know how true that was.

Savin clears his throat, drawing my attention back to his needy self. “I need a distraction.”

I snort. “That’s what your Alpha is for. But you did mention playing a game. Strip poker? What? I know the ultimate goal is to get me naked but I’m going to make you work for it.” I pop out my hip, raising an eyebrow in jest, wondering if these two will take the bait. It’s been so easy to forget that these two are a famous duo, that paparazzi could be standing out in the hallway, waiting for a scoop. In here, it just feels like I’m spending a night with two men who have already started clawing out a place in my heart. When neither of them answers, I place a quick kiss on Savin’s lips and turn to Macon. “You don’t want to put on a shirt? Are you that confident?”

“I am.” Simple, to the point, and that honeyed rasp to his words has me pressing my thighs together. As if he knows what’s running through my head, his lips quirk in a deviant smile, Macon having no shame as he reaches down to adjust himself in his pants. I felt that piece of equipment against me and it’s no joke. I will be feeling every inch of him tomorrow for sure.

Savin giddily drags me to the small square kitchen table and I survey the hotel room, realizing that it’s still very much out of my price range. The hotel rooms I stay in consist of a bedroom and a mini kitchen. This seems like a two-bedroom apartment just by the open layout of the kitchen and living room. It’s nearly the size of the one I share with Carleen.

“Sit,” Savin orders. “I always lose but I’m not mad about getting fucked into the-” Savin hisses, biting his lip for a moment and then continues as if nothing happened. “the wall.” He disappears down the hall and into one of the bedrooms, leaving me a little lost. Am I supposed to react?

Macon drops into a seat beside me, pulling my chair to face him. “Ellie, sweetheart, I’m going to ask something of you that might be a little difficult.” I fist my hands on my thighs, concerned. He grabs my hands, his touch gentle and inviting until he’s able to slip his fingers into my palms. Macon mutters ‘good girl’ and I’m not sure I was supposed to hear it. My face warms against my will, the Alpha clocking my reaction but not addressing it. “Savin’s been dealing with this for a few years now. It’s nothing new. He hides it well for the cameras but only because they’d make something out of it. I know it hurts to see him like this but I need you to ignore it. Ignore the little hisses of pain, the jaw tightening, and the way his hands curl into fists every so often. He doesn’t want to be coddled and he doesn’t want to draw attention to it.”

My heart breaks for Savin, knowing that he’s dealing with so much. The news never reports this side of his struggle. Everyone knows he quit acting for health reasons but I always thought it was stress or an incident that was thrown under the rug. To know that he’s fighting every day just to be seen as normal shows me how strong he is.

Not to mention how loving Macon is to stay with him, through thick and thin, regardless of what society would think. I’ve always thought these two were beautiful but they’re beautiful all the way down to their souls.

I nod, accepting Macon’s request. “Anything that can help him?” I ask, squeezing Macon’s hands to let him know that I’m okay with this.

He shakes his head. “Not that we’ve found. I’m not even sure why I’m explaining all of this to you. The door is still open if you want to leave, Ellie. He’s overextended himself but a night of distraction is something he needs right now and I’m honored that you’re part of it. However, if it’s too much…”

I swallow nervously as I pull my hands from his and turn to face the table again. “No, it’s fine. I want to be here. Besides, I need to prove that you’re not the best at strip poker.”

A hearty chuckle comes from Macon as he leans over to press a kiss to my temple in a move that is usually reserved for lovers. It’s becoming unnervingly comfortable here which will just make it that much harder to leave.

Savin returns seconds later, holding up a deck of cards that looks like it has seen better days. “Found them. Fuck, they were in your bag at the bottom, you bastard. I also found this. Why did you bring this?” He holds up a gag with a black silk tie attached and I shove my hands between my thighs, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Savin is just so… open. Macon stifles a laugh as Savin takes a seat across from me, pausing a moment as his face pales and then starts shuffling.

How the two of them deal with that, I’ll never understand.

Needing a little reassurance, I catch Macon’s blank expression, realizing that he’s holding back his emotions. That he’s hurting just as much as Savin is, just in a different way. Choosing to ignore it as Macon asked, I focus on the cards and the game in front of me. Savin’s enthusiasm is contagious and for the first time in a while, I enjoy being included in something that is more than just my friends or family.

This is comfortable.

Perfect, even.

A few rounds later, Savin is down to his boxers, giggling like a madman. My dress has long since disappeared, Macon smugly leaning back in his chair, not having lost a hand yet. He bites his bottom lip as I catch his gaze, knowing that this game is about to take a different turn. He reaches around my back to undo the clasp. “Let me,” Macon purrs before the singular snap of metal rings through the kitchen, his large hand dragging across my bare skin.

The fabric falls away, revealing my pierced tits, both men groaning in appreciation. The air feels supercharged with lust as Macon drags my chair closer and then lowers his head to suck my left tit into his mouth. My back arches toward him as I grab onto his shoulder, not expecting him to start playing with my piercing. “Macon…” I drawl, needing more friction than he’s giving me.

Savin’s giggles peel off as he drops beneath the table, spreading my knees for access. I catch his playful gaze for a mere second, nodding before he pulls my panties to the side. “Oh, Alpha, she’s pierced here too!” Then he stuffs his head in between my thighs and sucks on my clit. My free hand sifts into his hair as they pleasure me, my head falling back against the wooden chair, little sounds falling from my lips.

My hookups and short relationships don’t offer these kinds of moments. Moments when I’m overwhelmed by their touch, their scents, their need. My hookups are also usually not my mates which heightens my current need for these men. Not thinking about that.

The added sensation of both their mouths on me causes me to detonate, Savin continuing his assault on my pussy as Macon sits back, his eyes several shades darker than they had been before these shenanigans. His whiskey scent thickens, almost as Savin’s perfume does, suffocating me in pheromones. Savin crawls from under the table, the bottom half of his face glistening with my release.

“Oh, Ellie, Macon wants to play.”

I frown. This was just supposed to be a night of fun. What does he mean play? My mind turns back to the gag and I realize that there’s so much I don’t know about these two. “Right.”

Macon lets out a soft purr, a rumble that seems to come from somewhere deeper than before. ”I know where your mind went but we won”t be playing with toys. However, I do need limits, Ellie. I don’t want to hurt you but I like sex a little rough. If you would rather only play with Savin, I need you to say that now.”

Rough? A devilish grin slides across my lips. I don’t get enough of the rough. Well, that’s not true. I get the Alphas and Betas trying to play a version of themselves that just doesn’t quite work in bed. If Macon is offering, I’m taking it. “What if I told you that I didn’t have any limits?” I’m sure there are some I haven’t yet tested but in one night I don’t think Macon is going to discover them. The way he won’t discover that I like everything rough.

Including his words.

“Then we’re going to run you ragged until either you or my Omega pass out.”

I like the sound of that even if I shouldn’t be here. So, I decide to play my own game and see how Macon takes it. Savin is nearly vibrating behind me, waiting for something to happen. I can smell his arousal and can imagine his slick hole, crying out for Macon’s knot. “I’m supposed to be upstairs,” I joke, drawing a little circle on the table, playing a shy part that doesn’t fit me.

Macon laughs as he stands, pulling me to my feet as well, two fingers pinching my chin so that my gaze stays locked with his. He hoists me onto the table, discards my panties, and then spreads my thighs before stepping in between them, one hand grabbing a tit and flicking the bar through my nipple until I’m trembling with need again.

“You say you should be upstairs but you’re here, about to be spread across my table, begging for my cock in your pussy. Do you have someplace better to be, Beta?” My eyes widen at his forceful words, my entire body reacting to them. Macon grins at my reaction and I know he’s figured it out. “Answer me, baby girl.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, we’ll get to that but words Ellie or I won’t fuck you. I’ll let you watch as I knot my Omega and let him cover you in his scent. Then I’ll make you go to bed without touching yourself. Or hell,” Macon’s voice drops a few octaves lower as he presses his cheek against mine, scent marking me. “I’ll have you walk out after we’re done, coated in our scents so that absolutely everyone knows what happened here without you deriving any pleasure from it.”

An unfettered moan slips from me as I fiddle with his waistband. The fantasy of being teased is something I crave but we don’t have the time. There’s only tonight. “I have no place to be, Alpha,” I whine, my hips bucking against his, the outline of his cock not nearly enough friction. My fingers drag his pants down and I pant at the sight of his length, his knot throbbing at the base. I wrap my hand around it, stroking it a few times before angling it toward my pussy.

“We”re clean, baby girl but I’ll grab condoms if you’d like.”

“I’m on the pill,” I rasp, impatient for Macon to spear into me. I shouldn’t have been as he roughly grabs my hips and thrusts into my pussy. There’s a bit of pain with the intrusion but pleasure soon follows it as I lay back against the table, trying to catch my breath. One of his hands moves up my torso to wrap lightly around my neck, Macon watching and feeling out my reactions. “Keep going. I’m good.” He quirks an eyebrow and I can’t get over how much he needs my yes before he continues. “I like a little pain with pleasure,” I push out.

His purr rumbles through his chest as he continues to observe me. “If that changes, you let me know. Tonight is about making each other feel good.” I feel so exposed beneath him in a way that I never have with my other partners. When my pussy clenches around his cock, he tightens his grip on my throat, heightening my pleasure. “You like that, don’t you, baby girl? You would be so fun to play with if we had more time.”

Macon pulls out and then slams back in, his punishing grip making me submit to his touch. I’ve never wanted to give in so easily, just as I’ve never wanted to call someone Alpha so badly in my life. Grunts and moans peel from my lips as the familiar tingles build up in my lower belly. Every thrust pushes his knot against my clit piercing, driving me up a wall until I’m whimpering for release, pleading with this Alpha to give it to me.

“Not yet, baby girl. I have plans for you.” He slides out and flips me over, manhandling my body as my feet dangle over the edge. My body is bent over the table, my ass in the air, and in this position, I can’t move. I’m completely at this Alpha’s mercy as he slides back in, hitting a completely different spot. “You say you have no limits,” he purrs, leaning over my back. His scruff rubs against my shoulders, sending tingles down my spine. “But how far does that go?” Macon starts rocking himself against my ass, the slow drag of his cock along my pussy walls pushing me toward the edge but not letting me come.

I try to push back against him, his hand wrapping around the back of my throat. My cheeks flame as he waits for my answer, yet another thing I never really got in my previous relationships. Macon wants me to voice my desires. “I want your knot,” I whisper, fisting my hands on the table.

“Do you deserve my knot? You’ve been a little cheeky all evening. I think Savin should muffle you a little while I take care of this pussy. How does that sound?” Macon’s thumb caresses the side of my neck, fingers tangling in my curls before he tugs just a little. “Words, baby girl.”

“Yes, yes. To all of that. Please.” At the beginning of the night, I had no intention of finding myself naked on someone’s kitchen table, an Alpha fucking me silly and his Omega holding his cock to my lips. But it feels like I belong here. And those feelings are dangerous.

I can’t find it in myself to stop though.

Especially when the bulbous base of Macon’s knot flutters against my pussy and then slips inside, expanding, locking us together.