Chapter 12

What we began has gone through a metamorphosis. We all wanted this. We were all in agreement. But something has changed. Not that we have rescinded that agreement, for I don't believe any of us have. It is more that we have uncovered what was hidden and unexpected—a dark desire that has a life force of its own.

I get the impression that Frederick has done this with other couples, maybe betas and even omegas too. Jealousy rises swift and potent at the thought of him touching another woman. I suck him deeper, trying to imprint myself on him as my husband trickles oil between the cheeks of my ass, catching it in his fingertips and then thrusting them inside me.

I arch up, my lips popping off Frederick's cock. His fingers tighten in my hair, holding me still, one hand stroking me there. A helpless groan escapes me, and I stare into Frederick's eyes as my husband finger fucks my ass. It burns. But it also feels a dark kind of good. We have skated around this. Alex has wanted this for a while and perhaps I have made more fuss about it than I should.

I was nervous. He assured me many husbands took their wives in this way, yet I wasn't convinced that I believed him. Then the way Frederick discussed it so casually settled a notion in my mind that this was, in fact, an act couples might do.

I'm not afraid anymore, although still a little apprehensive, even as I'm throbbing with arousal. My nervousness is not enough to call a stop, and even so, I don't believe I could. Frederick is very persuasive. I was sure that Alex was about to order him from the room when the alpha growled his counter. "Don't even think about it."

My ass clenches around Alex's fingers.

"Try not to clench, sweetheart, lest I need to be rougher with you."

Oh, why does that make me clench tighter? What depravity has taken hold of me? I can't believe I am doing this. I can't believe I just had my husband's best friend's cock in my mouth while my husband prepares my ass for his cock.

Frederick's smirk is sinful. Where my husband is regally handsome, Frederick is pure alpha beauty. His cock bobs between us as if to encourage me to resume tending to it.

Alex has worked the oil in and now begins to pump his fingers in a steady rhythm. Frederick is right; it does feel a tingly kind of good. As I let go of fears, my arousal climbs. Then Alex suddenly scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me open, and a gasp pops from my lips.

I try to turn my head, but Frederick tightens his fingers on my hair, holding me at his mercy. "Ah, ah," he says. "Look at me, love. Let your husband do what he must to prepare your needy little ass. It's going to feel so good when he takes you there. I think you're going to come hard."

There is so much conflict inside me as I submit to the dark, twisty pleasure that blooms. A war takes place in my mind between my love for my husband, and the possessiveness I feel towards the alpha, who is not mine. I digress to wondering and exploring these heightened emotions, even as Alex plays with my body, forcing me to submit to accept his fingers deeper than I have ever done before.

His fingers move faster as he applies more oil. I'm so slippery there that it doesn't matter how I clench, he can pump in and out with ease. I gaze into Frederick's eyes as my bottom tingles inside and out as arousal builds.

A strange, unnatural sense of possession streaks through me as I consider how I am caught between these two very different men. While Alex is loving and encouraging, with a side of playful and wicked, Frederick has a confidence and dominance that is equally irresistible.

I cannot dispute it: even though Frederick is not mine, I want him. Worse, I feel possessive and want to gouge marks in his flesh to ward other lovers off.

He belongs with us.

My arousal rises, my breath turning toward a pant. I can't think straight—can't contain the wild emotions coursing through me.

"You will not fuck other women," I hiss through my teeth, holding Frederick's eyes.

Alex stills with his fingers buried inside me.

Frederick smirks. He brushes his cock tip teasingly over my lips, taunting me. "Shall I not? But how will I ever feel satisfaction without a pretty little beta or omega sucking on my cock again."

"You don't need them."

He arches one brow.

Alex draws a ragged breath. "Clara—"

"Let her speak," Frederick interrupts. "I want to hear what your sweet wife has to say. I believe having your fingers in her ass has provided her with a certain clarity of thought." He brushes my hair behind my ear and cups my cheek. "Why don't I need them, Clara?"

The words catch in my throat as I battle between societal conditioning and what I want. My tongue darts out, and I lap dutifully at the head of his cock. "Because," I say between licks and the swirl of my tongue, "you have me… You have us."

Alex groans lowly, and his fingers resume their dark teasing.

"You are seeking to keep me then, are you?' Frederick goads. "Your personal alpha pet to call on whenever you choose. Is that how it's going to be?"

There is no mistake in the dark undercurrents and the edge of anger. Is he being purposely obtuse?

I swallow the head of his cock, trying to show him all I mean when my words are failing.

He tugs on my hair, pulling me from my prize.

"Is that what I am to you, Clara? Your own personal fuck toy. Nothing but a fat cock and a knot: an alpha who is doomed to live without the joy of love."

"Now is not the fucking time," Alex hisses. "And don't pretend to be confused about what she means."

His fingers suddenly push even deeper, pumping roughly in and out.

I thrash, turning wild.

"Take it," Frederick growls. "I think your wife needs something to distract her lest further inflammatory nonsense pour from her lips."

With a low, filthy curse, Alex's fingers withdraw, and then his cock head presses against my ass. It is so much thicker than his fingers. I jerk, but their hands hold me still, trapping me. Just as I convince myself he can't possibly fit, the bulbous head pops in.

"Oh, it stings!"

It is a little more than a sting—it burns. It is a monstrous strain.

I whimper.

"Hush, love," Frederick says, brushing his thumb over my cheek. When he speaks to me tenderly, I feel the burgeoning hope that he cares, that his cruel words about me using him hide a longing, one I reciprocate, one I dare to hope for.

They also calm me and make me believe I could endure anything if only it would please him.

"Now, open your pretty mouth and suck my cock like a good girl. It will help to distract you from what your husband needs from you."

And I like that too, I want to please my husband who cherishes and loves me, who protects me from the cruelty of the world. I love him so very much. I can be brave, I can do this for him, be good, and take this because it will please him.

I'm a willing prisoner in this. "I will."

Lowering my lips to Frederick's waiting cock, I suck.

Alex grunts. His hands tighten on my hips as he presses deeper into me. I'm so slippery that I can feel him sinking into me with ease, filling me, stretching me.

The taste of Frederick's cock, the copious pre-cum that leaks, fills my senses and splinters my focus from Alex and the intense burn and strain as he sinks ever deeper into me.

I suck, lap, and lick lovingly on the hot male flesh before me, even as another cock fills my ass.

It doesn't break me.

And as I feel Alex's hips brush against my ass, I realize he is all the way inside me, filling me.

I feel mastered.

"Fuck," Frederick says roughly.

My lips pop off his cock as I suck in much-needed air. He tips my chin and holds my eyes.

"How does she feel?"

"Amazing," Alex replies, his voice rough with strain and need. "Slippery and tight. I need to move, but fuck, I think I'm going to come."

"Come if you need to. There will be another time."

The words crash into me.

His lips tug up. "You didn't think this would be enough, did you, sweet Clara? Didn't think I would actually leave to slake my lust somewhere else with someone else when I could be here with you, fucking you, watching your husband fuck you."

My world narrows to this room, this moment, and the two men I share it with.

"Did you not feel it when I was inside you? Did you not feel my seed flooding the entrance to your womb? I have a mind to see you plump with child. Did you know an alpha's knot can trigger a beta's fertility?"

My ears ring. His words feel like they are coming from a great distance. My ass burns, but it also flutters like I might be about to come.

Alex moans weakly and begins to move. Slowly out and slowly in.

And out of the darkness, a strange, twisty pleasure rises.

"She is definitely enjoying this, aren't you, love," Frederick says, pushing three thick fingers into my mouth. I already know I have taken well to this. As Alex moves with greater confidence, my pleasure grows.

Soon, I grunt and groan, lost to the sensations as my husband teaches me the wicked art of love and lust. My entire body is on fire. I'm burning. Everywhere. My pussy aches. Clenching. My ass is fluttering. And then everything spills over into some dark eternal bliss as I spasm around his cock.

"Gods, yes." Alex cries out, his thrusts turn erratic as he pounds into me and then stills with a roar.

A hot flood fills me. I twist and thrash, still coming over his cock. Two sets of hands now hold me for their pleasure, forcing me to endure the darkest, most depraved climax I've experienced in my life.

"Such a good girl," Frederick says. "You have taken to this so well. I believe your husband will need to take you there often. I believe I shall enjoy watching him do as much. I believe now that I have had a taste of a forbidden, and much coveted, beta wife, that I wish to claim her as my own."

Alex groans again. "What the fuck are you saying?"

He's still inside me, still pulsing cum. I know they are staring at one another over me.

Then Alex surprises me when he chuckles. "Your timing could use some work."

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"I believe my timing is impeccable," I say dryly as he eases out of her body and collapses onto the bed beside her. I draw her forward, settling her beside her husband before I rise from the bed and head over to the adjoining bathroom. I dampen the cloth and return to the bedroom where I find their heads are pressed together and sticky bodies entwined.

The cloud of jealousy is sudden and rampant as I pause at the bottom of the bed, seeing all their love.

Only there is no place for jealousy here. I am the spare dick, so to speak, who is seeking to be something more. I told myself I would fuck off if he told me to and yet it's already too late. I'm invested. A fucking army of orcs couldn't drag me from this room.

He watches but offers no comment as I part her thighs and clean her up with gentle dabs. His eyes hold that gleam again that tells me he likes me tending to her, likes seeing my hands on her.

I pass him the cloth. He cleans himself up and then drops it onto the floor. I rake a hand through my hair. My cock is hard and hungry for her cunt, her lips, her small hand brushing against me would probably be enough.

She glances back and holds out her hand to me. My dick jerks like she is offering to jack me off—she isn't but, I exhale a low purr because that hand offers so much more than the promise of quick relief.

It offers hope, a connection my lonely soul wants to embrace. How strange to have been so lonely amid so many offers of companionship and more. Rebecca was not the only omega the high king permitted me to court. It is only now, as I stare down at this forbidden fruit, that I understand why. Today, I see Clara as far more than my best friend's wife. I have opened a door and allowed burgeoning feelings to thrive.

"An alpha is ever a determined beast when he wants something," I say.

"I know," Alex says. "I understand."

"Do you?"

"Take her hand, Frederick. You're upsetting her. I don't care how big you are, I will kick you out of my fucking house if you upset my wife."

My lips tug up. Those blunt words are the reason why I call Alex my best friend.

I take her hand because I see in his face and hear in his words a deeper understanding of love. I can't be sure who started this anymore, was it Alex, or was he merely acting on instinct and hidden feelings I was previously blind to? He would do anything to please his wife; her physical and emotional happiness are all that matters to him.

Even in this.

I kiss the back of her hand, and then, with a sense of inevitability, I lie down behind her.

"She is possessive of me," I say, with no small amount of pride in my voice.

Alex chuckles. "Yeah, I did get that part."

"I don't want him to go," she says softly, trailing kisses along Alex's throat.

He groans and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. "I know, sweetheart. I don't want him to go either, nor do I want to imagine him fucking someone else. Not when he is yours now. Isn't he?"

Her hand tightens over mine. "Yes."

My chest swells and a deep rumbly purr escapes. I blink away the strange sting at the back of my eyes. Warmth spreads through me, getting all mixed up with the sharp arousal I still feel. Her scent fills my lungs—so familiar. Closing my eyes, I lower my lips to the juncture of her shoulder and throat and nip.

"There," Alex says. "I don't know how this shall work, only that the three of us together feels right and we should not burden ourselves trying to force matters or conform. While it's not unheard of for an alpha to be with a beta, it is perhaps a little unusual for him to steal another man's wife."

I hear the humor in his voice, but I still grumble, "I'm not fucking stealing your wife."

"No," he agrees. "You are sharing her. If anything, that might meet with greater disapproval."

"I don't care what anybody thinks," Clara says, pressing a kiss to her husband's cheek before she peeks back at me.

"Do not give me that look, woman," I say.

"What look?"

I'm not falling for the fake innocence she seeks to project. Not anymore. "The look that says you want to be fucked."

Alex groans as though in great pain. "My cock is fucking raw. I've done nothing but fuck her for the last day and night since you arrived. I've just taken her sweet ass." He huffs out a breath and gestures toward his cock. "Now I'm hardening again."

"Best get used to it," I say, skimming my hand over her hips and down her thigh until I reach the juncture of her knee. I draw her leg up and out, repositioning myself so that my cock nestles against her slick cunt. "Guide me into your wife."

There is a brief moment of hesitation before his eyes lower. His groan is one of defeat as he grasps my cock and guides me where I need to go. "Gods, that looks obscene and hot all at once." His fingers linger, rubbing gentle circles against her clit as I slowly push into her.

She arches up and groans—I could listen to that breathy note of pleasure forever and never tire. Reaching back, she cups the back of my head.

I kiss her throat, pulling her leg a little higher as I begin to thrust.

"If I'm not very much mistaken, I think your sweet wife is becoming fertile," I say.

Her pussy clenches over me in the most arresting way.

"Fuck! Do you think…?" —he swallows— "We've tried for a year."

"I would very much like to see Clara with child," I say, picking up my strokes, hearing those delicious wet noises as I shuttle in and out. "How would you feel if it was mine?"

"Happy," he says, without even the briefest hesitation. "So fucking happy."