Chapter 11

The events leading up to this moment are indistinct. There's a woman spread out beneath me. Her long blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulder and against the pillow. She has the kind of sinful body that could bring grown men to their knees. I certainly feel like I have been blessed and poleaxed all at once as I brace above the tiny beta. Her tits are flushed, her nipples hard, and her pussy slick.

There ought to be more preparation. I understand this. And yet, a primitive need is rising within me. One that seeks to claim. I can't fucking claim her. She's a beta, and married. She has a husband—one whom I consider a dear friend. And yet he opened the door to this. Allowed me to step inside. And it is hard to pull back.

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog that clouds my judgment. But it is no fucking use. My hand tightens on her throat, and my cock head breeches the hot welcoming warmth of her pussy. Gods, she is tight. My cock flexes. Her fretting tells me I'm causing her some discomfort, which only makes me want to plow her more.

I am not sane of mind, reverting to a beast-like state, one I have ever striven to mask in the interest of presenting a civilized facade. I am hyper-aware of the woman beneath me and how her pussy flutters around my cock head. Her eyes are a little glassy as she stares up at me. Her legs are spread around my greater bulk.

I lean down and kiss her, and she opens sweetly. Is it presumptuous of me to take her lips and her cunt without checking?

She is not my wife. I'm merely a cock that her husband has chosen to fuck her with, and the act should be done under his terms. I am an exotic titillation. A passing fantasy. A fantasy they have chosen to act out.

Only, alphas are so very driven when they find something that they want. I have forced myself to be blind to this woman, forced myself not to notice her because it is not appropriate for a man to poach another man's wife. Yet here we all are, and as our tongues tangle, I can fool myself and pretend that this is something more.

My heart rate elevates, not only from the sensual pleasure I experience as her pussy strains to swallow the head of my cock, but from the emotional pull. I want to lift my head and roar. I want to do a lot of depraved things to this woman. But most of all, I want to make her mine.

I can't. I know I can't, and yet, that knowledge does not hold me back in the way it should.

Alex is still on the chair, watching. He hasn't told me to stop. He hasn't left the fucking room, either, so I'm thinking he is still on board with allowing this to progress further—the damn fool.

I ought to go over there and shake him for his stupidity, for presenting this fair woman for me to ravish and defile. She will not be the same when I am done with her. She already has the dazed look of a woman high on alpha pheromones. I will ruin her fucking cunt. I want to. I want to imprint myself on her. I want her to love me and forget him.

I feel ashamed even as I think about these things. Lifting my head, I gaze down at her and try to steady these rampant feelings that are racing through my mind.

A tear escapes the corner of her eyes, and I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, trying to work out what that means.

"Is it… are you all the way in?" she asks fidgeting beneath me.

I pull the tip fully out, and then thrust—so good. Her mouth opens to form a silent O, her eyes wide.

"No more than half," I say. That is probably an optimistic assessment, but I believe she will be more encouraged by a half than a more realistic third.

I hear a groan from the other side of the room—it would seem Alex is getting off on this being a struggle for her, and that stirs my dark amusement. It is as though the scent of his arousal is pummeling me from all the way over there.

"Do you like me forcing her?" I glance toward Alex.

He nods. Swallows. Nods again. "Fuck, yes, I do."

"You have a very naughty wife," I say. "She all but goaded me into taking her roughly and sooner than I should." She really didn't. I'm just a bastard, and I'm getting off on this being a challenge as much as her husband is.

"She can take it. She just sometimes makes a little fuss," her traitorous husband says.

I think this is more than a little fuss. I think this is a monstrous strain for the poor beta to take, yet nature has a way, and I feel her softening around me in between the fierce clamping as her body tries to adjust.

I begin to thrust, slow, steady, working deeper, and as I do, I kiss her again, my lips whispering over hers before trailing kisses across her cheek and down the side of her throat. My teeth graze the sensitive skin at the juncture of her shoulder and throat.

My mouth waters with the need to bite, to mark her, and I'm quickly teetering on the brink of madness as I go deeper. Her body trembles under me even as her arms lift to wrap around my neck, and she pulls me in for another kiss.

My hand goes to one tit, squeezing the plump flesh and pinching over her nipple to distract her from what I do. As we kiss, I get deeper still until I'm buried inside her hot, slick channel all the way to the knot. I hold there, letting her get used to the invasion, and all the while, she pulses around me, fidgeting.

"Oh, please move," she says. "Please."

My lips tug up against her throat, and I nip against the flesh; she shudders under me. "I'm going to fuck you now, Clara. This might get a little intense."

I rise up above her. Close the fingers of my right hand around her throat again and take a moment to revel in the stunning image she presents. I keep my touch on her throat light. I don't want to frighten her. But I want her to feel possessed.

"Look at that," I say. "Look at how you must stretch around me."

She glances down briefly before she closes her eyes and groans. "Oh, please move, please."

I do, slow at first, her pussy clamping over me with every outward pull and forced to yield as I thrust in again. Her hot flesh sucks on me, wet and slippery, like a perfect glove caressing my length.

My cock is leaking pre-cum like a tap, and it facilitates my gentle rutting as delicious wet slapping sounds fill the air. "You were made to take an alpha's cock." I don't even stop to think about the filthy words that pour from my lips. The truth is I believe this. I believe in some parallel universe that this woman was destined to be mine.

I blink, trying to regain my equilibrium, to detach myself from what I do, and then I look down at the place where we connect, and a growl escapes my tight control, shifting to a deep, rumbly half-purr of absolute delight and approval.

"God, you are so beautiful. Look at you. Look at how well you take me. I'm so proud of you, Clara. So proud of you for doing this."

I hear a faint moan again from the other side of the room. I realize that this is what Alex wants. He loves and adores his wife. I need to remind myself that he is not giving her to me. He is merely getting off on the fact that I want her, too. "So fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect. And these tits."

They sway as I begin to slam into her with more vigor, bouncing around in the most arresting way. Her face is flushed, and her pretty blue eyes are glassy and barely open.

"Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come all over my cock?" My hand reaches down, my thumb finding the slippery nub of her clit. I watch her expression as I rub over it without mercy, sliding my thumb back and forth, watching the rapture contort her face. "Come for me, woman, come for me now."

Her body turns rigid. Her breath stutters and locks. Then her pussy falls into sweet clenching contractions.

Sweat springs from every pore in my body, and a tell-tale tingle kicks off at the base of my spine. I want to get my fucking knot in, but there is no fucking way. Yet my body reacts of its own accord. My hips pound against hers, the faint swelling of the knot pressing a small way past the slippery entrance as she continues to thrash and come.

I squeeze my fingers over her throat to hold her still, and that sends her absolutely wild.

My hips jackknife, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might pound right out of my chest. My mind whites out a little. The feeling of a tight pussy clamping over me all the way to the root has me blinking sweat from my eyes.

"Fuck!"

Alex's hoarse cry from the other side of the room barely penetrates the white-hot rapture coursing through me. I don't move inside her, although the desire to do so is a maddening imperative. I fight it. I don't need to fuck into her for my knot to bloom, just being inside her is enough to tip me over the edge. And it is inside her—nestled right where it was meant to be.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moans. "It's too much. Please!"

Except she's coming again, so I don't do the gentlemanly thing and pull out. No, I pin her still and make her endure, and all the while, I feel my knot flooding with blood, blooming.

Filling.

Stretching.

"Take it," I growl.

My climax is inevitable. I don't know how I've staved it off this long. I feel like cum explodes from my cock. The rush gives me a full-body shudder. My hips jerk erratically, the slight rocking motion of my knot within her tight passage is a torturous kind of pleasure as I dump more cum at the entrance of her womb.

I lean down and kiss her. She's limp. Insensible. A creature of instincts as she writhes upon my knot.

I should have pulled out, come on her belly or tits, on the bed, fucking anywhere. We discussed parameters. We did not discuss where I might come.

It is difficult for an alpha to get a woman pregnant if he does not knot her, but it is possible. It is also possible for a beta to be triggered into becoming fertile if she has been knotted on an alpha's cock. I know they have been trying for a child for a year, and it has not happened yet.

A dark sensation passes over me, one that is unhealthy and possessive, as my cock continues to spew. This woman was made to be a mother. She is sweet and submissive. I revel in the possibility that I might have bred my best friend's wife, might have planted my seed deep in her belly, where it might be nurtured and grow.

Somehow, I rouse myself from this, turning away from this terrible desire toward the man who already claimed her.

The look on his face brings a tightening to my balls and another heady jet of cum.

"You have knotted her," he says.

I can't even get fucking words out. The best I can do is a possessive growl.

She is a twitching mess underneath me. Constantly coming over me, encouraging yet more seed to spill, encouraging me to fill her up. I'm confident I've got her with child, but if I haven't this time, then I will next time.

And there will be a next time because I am far from done with her.

As I look at my friend, I see that he is far from done with me.

He likes us—he is turned fucking on by it.

He swallows.

"She's going to... She's going to feel…"

My lips tug up as I finally find some measure of humor. "Different," I offer.

He chuckles and swipes a hand down his face, then leans back into his chair. His hand goes to his crotch, where he squeezes his cock through his pants. "Gods. Don't. Fuck, I'm going to come, and I'm not even inside her." His expression turns pained, and he shudders with heavy breaths until the moment passes.

I return my attention to the woman beneath me and, leaning down, nibble on her lips. She's open and malleable, softened nicely under me. Not that she had any fucking choice. The possessiveness I feel towards her finds some respite now that I have got my seed deep inside her.

Neither of them realizes yet that she is mine, but I am a magnanimous alpha, and I feel inclined toward sharing. As my knot begins to soften a little, I determine that it's time for us to test further the boundaries we have all willfully stumbled over.

* * *

I don't remember stripping my clothes, or the passage between the chair and the bed. A strange, otherworldly sensation settles over me. As I watch him ease his cock from inside her, there is a moment of resistance. She fusses a little, but he pins her still, and then the knot pops free, and a great gush of cum spews out.

I'm standing right next to them, and her legs are spread, so I have the perfect view. Her pussy clenches, pushing more cum out. I stare down at what he's done. Her little hole is open, all beaten up and puffy.

My throat works again. I try to summon some disgust for what I allowed him to do.

He rises from the bed. His cock is still semi-hard and dripping cum. I want to tell him to get out, to leave us. I'm ravenous for my wife and suddenly greedy to have her all to myself.

"I think you should—"

"Not a fucking chance," he growls. His knee hits the bed at her side, and he sinks down beside her, where he cups her cheek and turns her face. They kiss.

I'm left standing there at the bottom of my own bed, feeling strangely disconnected and yet hyperaware. My cock flexes. Her hips undulate as if encouraging me to fuck her, to fill the hole his massive cock has just left.

The magnitude of what I have done dawns upon me as I stare at my wife's well-used pussy. I have invited an alpha into my home, into our bed, and into my wife's body.

He said it would all be on my terms, but I have a sickening feeling that it is not that way anymore.

I ask myself how I feel about this as I watch them kissing. His big hand is on her breast, squeezing it roughly.

He drags his lips from hers and stills before turning to face me. "What are you waiting for?"

That question comes across like he is the one inviting me to fuck my own wife. I half stagger forward, my knees hitting the edge of the bed. I shake my head, trying to rouse myself, but I'm far too deep into the fog, and my cock, is hard, hot, and desperate to be inside her.

I slide my fingertips through a sticky wetness before pushing two inside her. I groan. She's wet, open, hot—I've never felt her like this.

I know Frederick's staring at me, but I can't make eye contact. Perhaps he's amused. I don't know if I care, too lost in the moment as my fingers slip out, I line up my cock and sink.

"Gods." I doubt whether my smaller cock even provides stimulation after she has just taken his knot. He said we would build up to that. He said it could take several days or weeks. Not only has he just fucked her with little preparation, but he knotted her and come inside her.

My hips begin to pump erratically. He might have… gotten her with child.

Is that possible? Is that likely?

His growl is approving as I take my wife's hips in my hands and pound into her.

"How does she feel?" he asks casually.

"She feels fucking amazing." The words are punched from my lungs between labored breaths. I'm caught in the throes of some kind of riptide. Her wet openness feels so fucking good around me. I take her without mercy in a way I've never done before. And she is enjoying it, lifting her hips to meet every thrust. Tearing my eyes away from where our flesh slams together, I trail my gaze over her flushed body until my eyes meet hers.

On the bed before me is a creature I don't recognize. Her jaw hangs slack, and her eyes are glassy with lust as her pussy flutters weakly around me.

Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. I wanted this, and then I doubted it, and I realize now that I want it more than my next breath. A series of debauched images slam into my mind. Clara sucking me while he watches. Frederick taking her from behind.

Me taking her ass as she sucks him off.

I drag my hips back, pulling out from her, and she gasps and rouses herself up on one elbow. "What?"

"Hands and knees."

Frederick's low chuckle penetrates the fog.

He doesn't hesitate to help, encouraging my wife to roll over onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, he reaches for the nightstand, opening the drawer, and rummaging only briefly before he passes the bottle to me.

Her eyes track the passage of the bottle from his hand to mine.

"Wha-what do you need that for, husband?" She stammers over the words. "I don't think I'm—"

"He just knotted you," I say bluntly. "You let him. You enjoyed it. You got fucking off on it. And now it's my turn. My turn to have what I desire."

Her eyes are wide and a little nervous. But I'm a man possessed.

"She will take well to it," Frederick says. He shifts up the bed, sliding in front of her. Fuck, he's going get her to suck him while I take her virgin ass.

"Take your time," he says. "Use plenty of oil." Then he directs her lips towards the weeping cock head in front of her face.

I hear her faint moan before she swallows him down.