36. Archer

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Watching sensual acts pleases me. It always has. I've enjoyed as much watching my men fuck as I did being a spectator to Brinlee's pole and lap dancing at that filthy club. I'm a bit of a voyeur as it turns out, and I'm not going to apologize about it.

This time, though… it's killing me. Standing by, watching as Roman and Brinlee kiss and then fuck is so damn hot, it's frying my synapses. My dick is threatening to take drastic measures.

So I'm holding my dick in a chokehold, muttering curses, daring my body to betray me and find release outside her hot pussy. Tonight turned out quite different than I'd expected, but I have no complaints.

Except for Sawyer and that thing with another pack. What the fuck.

But I'll deal with that later.

She moans, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room. I clutch the back of the sofa. Kyrian grunts, in a similar state.

This is insane. We usually fuck all three of us together. I know we're trying not to scare her off, but man, this is hard.

And the moment she arches up and cries out, the moment Roman stiffens and groans, head bowing over her as he shoots his load, Kyrian is already around the sofa, pulling him away.

I let him.

Listen, I'm the top alpha. For some people that means I should go first. I should ignore the others and take my pleasure first. I should put myself first.

But like I said, to me being top alpha means to serve and look after my pack, so I grind my teeth and let Kyrian go next.

He'd better hurry it up, or I'll be pulling him away before he has a chance to come, and fuck him if he complains.

Fucker.

My balls are already blue by this point, I swear to God, and watching Kyrian cradle our delta's tiny but curvy body, rip her bra away to let her tits spill free and feasting on them to get her ready for round two, despite her protests that she's ready and doesn't want any foreplay—what girl doesn't want foreplay? And did she take a good look at the size of our alpha cocks?—holy shit…

By the time he puts his cock inside her, I can't fucking stand this any longer. Roman is sprawled on the carpet, completely out of it, and I'm so hard I could drill holes through the walls with my dick.

My dick who's weeping and bitterly complaining.

My pet dick. Others have cats or dogs. I have a dick that has a brain of its own.

So my dick now says, Why don't we participate? We don't have to enter the game fully yet, but we can nose around while Kyrian fucks the girl.

Nose around? Are you kidding me?

But I walk around the sofa—quite stiffly, obviously—and perch on the armrest. "Brin, ride him. Ky, sit back and pull her onto your lap."

I'm half expecting Kyrian to tell me to mind my own goddamn business, that this is his turn, and he's not Sawyer. But of course I'm his top, and also, he's my mate and I'm pretty damn sure the asshole loves me. So even in the middle of fucking, he obeys.

Brin squeals—I think she didn't even hear me—as Kyrian grabs her ass and lifts her with him as he sits back on his heels.

And then she moans as Kyrian spears deeper into her. I hope she's okay. That's a damn big cock Kyrian has.

She seems fine, though, as she starts rocking on top of him, pressing her hands to his chest. Oh yeah, she likes the new angle.

As for me, I can now sit behind her and put my hands on her body, at long last. I smooth my palms over her back, find the clasp of her bra and snap it open. Then I stroke her hips, the swell of her perfect ass. The guys have simply pulled the strap over her pussy aside to thrust inside her, and the black cotton is digging between her ass cheeks. I use it as a toy, tugging, stroking her there.

She gasps, tries to look at me over her shoulder.

I press my mouth to her neck, to the scent gland. Most of us are sensitive there, even non-omegas, some more than others. For some it's all in the mind, the promise of the bite that will consolidate a bond, leaving permanent marks. It's mostly done between alphas and omegas, but nowadays more and more other designations have taken up the custom.

And from the way she shivers and moans as I bite down lightly, there where she smells so sweet, she's sensitive, too.

I long to bite her, really clamp down, and mark her as mine. My dick agrees, twitching and weeping against my stomach.

Yeah, dick, I know. Same, pal, same.

I stroke a finger between her ass cheeks, play with her asshole as my teeth worry her gland, and that seems to trigger her orgasm because she gasps and stills, her body tensing under my hands. Kyrian is cursing loudly, the sofa is creaking as he keeps thrusting, and I'm already pulling her away from him when he comes with a grunt all over her belly and breasts, his cum hitting her chin.

She gasps again. Kyrian grabs the back of the sofa, looking wrecked, and finally, fucking finally, I have her to myself.

I don't turn her around. I keep nibbling at her neck as I haul her onto my lap, her back to me, wrapping an arm around her middle. She's still in her panties, stockings, and fuck-me heels, though her bra has fallen off completely by now, so I can grab her titties and play with them.

I waste no time in positioning the dick at her dripping entrance and pushing inside.

She moans my name, already rocking on top of me, and this girl will be the end of me. She's so eager, and so hot. She takes me in so tightly, so perfectly, and loves it.

I play with her nipples with one hand, supporting her hip with the other, urging her to ride me.

The dick is over the moon. It loves this girl as much as I do.

Heart: engaged.

Dick: in love.

Match: made in heaven.

"Archer," she gasps, clenching around my cock. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna?—"

"Do it," I growl in her ear. "Come. Come for me. Come with me, beautiful."

And she does, squeezing my dick in a warm silken fist, and I follow her into pleasure.

Fuck, it's amazing.

I lean back, and she's lax against me. We're both panting. My other mates are sprawled, Kyrian on the sofa, Roman still on the carpet, and yeah, it's amazing.

"Bed," I manage. "Shower later."

But then a buzzing starts, and she stirs.

"My phone." She struggles to get off me. "Someone's calling."

"Let them," I growl. "It can wait."

"No, I… I have to get it." She lifts off me, making us both gasp, and grabs her purse that's fallen off the sofa to the carpet. My buzzing brain is distracted by her half-naked body, all those curves on display, the jiggle of her tits and perfect ass as she fishes her phone out and answers the call.

What the fuck? After the sex we just had, she's interested in answering the phone? Unless it's Sawyer.

But that's not the name she uses. Not at all. All my hackles are up and I bristle.

Who in the actual fuck is Tyson?

"I'll get the drugs," she whispers into the phone. At least that's what I hear her say. "Don't worry about the money, Tyson. We'll be fine. Yeah, they'll give me a raise, told you. I'm a good vendor."

Vendor? A raise? What's going on here?

"I have to go." She has put her phone away and she's gathering her dress and shoes from the floor, while the three of us just stare at her in shock, our limbs too heavy to move. "Sorry."

"Go where?" I demand. "What's going on?"

"Got something I have to do."

"Yeah? Who's Tyson?"

She flinches.

"Brin," Roman says, lifting his head off the carpet, "if there's another guy, you should tell us. I mean, maybe you wanted to use us for sex, which, fair enough, can't complain about that, because it was fucking awesome, but believe it or not, we have feelings for you, and whoever this Tyson is…"

She hesitates. "It's not like that."

"Then how is it? Who is Tyson?"

"I'll tell you another time, okay?" She puts on her bra and my eyes keep dipping to the swells of her breasts. "Don't… don't destroy today's little honeymoon dreamland escape, okay?"

"Dreamland escape? Is that what this was to you?" Kyrian demands. "Who are you? I thought we knew you."

"I told you that you didn't," she says, bitterness creeping into her voice.

What's happening? This is all wrong. And another thing…

"Brin… We need to clarify something before you start working at the Alpha Bet," I say. "The money you need, the debts… it's not for drugs, is it?"

Her face pales. "What? Seriously?"

"You spoke of drugs on the phone."

"Drugstore. I need money for the drugstore. For medicine."

"But—"

"Fucking expensive medicine, okay? That good enough for you? Damn." Her voice breaks and with it, my anger. It crumbles to dust, but she's already dragging on her dress and shoes. "I guess this is goodbye."

"Goodbye? But I mean… we'll see you again, right?" Kyrian is on his feet. We all are—naked in every sense of the word. "Please, Brin…"

"You'll call us, right?" Roman asks. "Come back here later?"

But she gives us all a sad look, her own anger seeming to ebb, and shakes her head. "It was a wonderful evening," she says softly. "Thank you for coming to my rescue, and for giving me so much pleasure."

"Brin," I call out as she starts toward the door. I should look for my clothes, dress, and go after her, but my brain is sluggish. "Your new job. We'll expect you at the bar tomorrow evening, yes?"

She stops at the door.

"Say yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "Don't make me beg. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but please, come to the bar tomorrow."

I'll beg if I have to. If we lose her through my idiocy, then I'll never live it down, and my worry for her will destroy me.

But she gives a faint nod, a faint smile, and is gone.