“You’re going to dance with me on you,” he commanded. “In you. You’re mine.”
His other hand fell between her legs, finding her clit and pinching it roughly. “Ask me to come in you and I’ll let you come with me. All you have to do is ask, baby.”
She should have been thinking things like “Oscar is insane” and “will this cause the Alphas to surge” and “will this cause a public bloodbath,” but instead, there was nothing in her mind past trembling heat and desperation.
She nodded and felt a sharp tug on her clit in response.
“I don’t hear you asking,” Oscar snarled, quickening his strokes in a threatening way, like he was going to go ahead and do it anyway.
“I w-want it.” She tried to push back against him, and he grunted.
“Prove it, Illy.” He increased the pressure against her clit until she felt her orgasm building back up again.
“I want to wear you while I’m dancing,” she begged quietly, ashamed of her own words. “I want you all over me.”
“Mhm.” He pushed until he was firmly notched against her pussy lips, forcing himself in barely even half an inch. “Put your fingers in your mouth, baby. You’re about to scream.”
“W-What?”
“Do it,” he grunted, swatting her right across the front of her pussy. “Now. Three of them. Suck on them.”
She quickly slipped three fingers into her mouth.
“Good girl. Turn your head and show me.”
She tilted her head, her cheek pressing to the drawers, and felt his cock twitch against her. “There’s my pretty … girl, fuck.” He released his twitching length and briefly grasped her wrist, pushing her own fingers deeper into her mouth before he cupped her breast again, rubbing her clit harder as he teased her nipples. “Time to scream, Rabbit.”
Her orgasm rushed up on her, but she still wasn’t prepared to scream until he palmed his cock again and pressed another inch into her, stretching her opening so much that the burn sent an immediate wave of fright through her.
She hadn’t even thought about the fact that he was so much bigger than the crystal, or that he might try to go any deeper, even though he was still only an inch or so inside her. He pinched her clit again right in the middle of her orgasm, and she screamed around her own fingers, a husky, desperate and shocked cry that had him groaning and pumping hot liquid into her channel. She tried to press further back against him, but he delivered a hard smack to her right ass cheek, pausing her movement.
“Pass me something from the drawer,” he demanded quietly. “We don’t want a messy leotard, do we, Carter?”
She slipped her fingers out of her mouth, wincing at the trail of drool that drooped between her hand and her mouth.
Oscar grunted, slapping her again, lighter this time. “Can’t have a red ass either.”
She pulled open the drawer with her own things inside, her body feeling warm and tingly as she extracted a cotton crop top, which was getting a little too small for her anyway, and handed it back to him.
“I can’t show any stains on my leotard for the video,” she said, completely in shock that she was even having to say that.
And to Oscar.
“I know, Rabbit.” He sounded like he was smirking. He pulled out of her and spun her around to face him, holding the crop top between her legs. “You’re addictive, you know that?”
She blinked at him, wondering at the unguarded look on his face. So was he. But she didn’t want to say it.
“Do you think this is normal?” she asked instead. “This … desperation. I feel like I could do that all day.”
His eyes slitted, heat sparking in the dark depths. “Don’t tempt me to go further. I’m trying to be good.”
“That was you trying to be good?” she asked, a little breathless when his gaze fell to her still-exposed breasts.
“Yeah …” The word was a rasp, and he quickly pulled her leotard the rest of the way up, hooking her arms through the straps and snapping them against her shoulders.
She had pressed her legs together to keep the cotton secure, but he tugged it out carelessly, fitting her leotard into place with a thoughtful expression.
“That was the least violent way for me to deal with my proprietary aggression. The real question is …” He settled his big hands on her waist. “Why are you letting me? I’m a fucking monster and you’re … perfect.”
She stared at him for a moment, too warm and tingly from her recent orgasm to feel anything except comfortable. “You’ve never hurt me.”
“I lied to you. About being your mate.”
“I would have done the same.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean sure, I was angry you all hid it from me, but I wasn’t ready to have a mate and I didn’t know all of you either. I would have absolutely hidden it until I was sure I could trust all of you. I think you did the best you could.”
“We try and separate you and Theo all the time,” he spat out, almost angrily. “Even though we all know how you two feel about each other.”
She fell into silence again, wondering where the conversation was going. It was like he needed her to hate him.
“I hadn’t noticed,” she said mildly.
He scoffed. “You can’t possibly be this beautiful, this pliant, this … soft and nice”—he spat the words out like they were curses—“for all of us. Something has to give. Your feelings for Theo will grow and the rest of us will be forgotten. Or you’ll figure out how much Kilian likes you and then not even Theo will measure up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” She crossed her arms, keeping them there even when he picked her up by her biceps and carried her to the bed, setting her on the end of it as he cleaned up the closet.
She wished she had the perfect thing to say, but it had never occurred to her that the Alphas would be jealous of each other. Maybe Moses … but he would be jealous of Theodore spending time with her because of Theodore, not because of her.
Now … she was re-evaluating.
She had grown closer to Cian, especially over the settlement tour. And Niko, who she had spent more time with over the past few weeks than any of the others. And suddenly Moses was volunteering to be her surrogate.
And Gabriel was her friend.
And Elijah liked to dance with her.
Were they … developing feelings?
Was she?
No. That was stupid. There were eight of them—or ten, if she included the professors. She wasn’t exactly friends with Mikel or Kalen, but she was growing dependent on them both. It wasn’t something they were trying to engineer, but both were so accustomed to taking care of the other Alphas that they had slotted her in as one of their charges, and she liked how safe it made her feel.
“I won’t pick favourites,” she whispered, so low she almost thought he didn’t hear her, but he paused, her silk mesh dress clenched in his fist.
“Not even Theo?”
Beautiful, superstar Theodore. How could anyone ever match up to him?
Except Kilian did it all the time, with his lush smiles and sly gazes that made her giggle. And Cian could hypnotise her with the click of his tattooed fingers, wielding a power over her that nobody else seemed to hold. And Gabriel. Stoic and stern-faced, always seeming to quietly anticipate her needs. She would follow him anywhere because she trusted him. She trusted in his calm, cold confidence.