Page 42 of Playing for Keeps

His name was a command and question, pinning him to the spot in the fancy arse foyer.

“What the hell is going on?”

It was his cry, inarticulate and pained with need, that broke her hold on him, if only to find the source of his discomfort, but Shade was having none of that. He loved and respected the alpha, would never dare barge into her home at any other point in time. He’d never barge in anywhere. Shade wasn’t his real name, but it was the one that everyone called him when they noticed him, because he hovered around the perimeter, watching, waiting—waiting for me. I felt that just as sharply as the pleasure that roiled around inside me, uneasy with its spiky, prickly sharpness, augmented, added to by Ethan’s, by all of the men’s.

Oh yes… she said, I said, we all said, able to sense now, in the way people fucking can, that bigger, brighter thing just beyond pleasure, if we just reached for it. Ethan and I, we slammed backwards, meeting their every stroke, and Axel and Shaun, they drove everything they had into us. Shade, he found our room on automatic, Ophelia ignored as she followed him, a shadow herself. He opened the door, hearing Ethan and Axel fucking, but that wasn’t where he needed to be, it was here. His hand shook when it landed on the doorknob to our room, Shaun too far gone in what we were doing to yell at him as he burst in.

When I looked up, I met Shade’s strange amber-coloured eyes, seeing them in stereo. He saw what I saw, I saw what he did, then he clambered on the bed, shoving his shorts down.

That’s it, she exulted. This one’s untried. We can make him entirely ours.

That made me pause, looking up at him, seeing all the frantic desperation, the shaking, fumbling of Shade’s hands.

“Please…” he begged. “Please.”

Give me this, she said, a ferocious edge to her voice, but it barely cut through the sensual haze we’d created. Give me your pleasure, and I’ll multiply it exponentially. I’ll make you a queen.

Then I saw it, a regal red-haired figure that looked surprisingly like the woman who’d escorted Flora into the forum beforehand. She smiled down at me from a podium, one I’d stood on before, in the plaza. This time, behind her, was a giant white wolf, one that was several stories high, its green eyes glowing in the morning sun.

Shade tipped my chin up, drawing my focus back to him, back to them.

“Getting close,” Axel ground out, and I knew then, he was hanging on for us.

I parted my lips, sucking as much as I could of this stranger’s fat cock down my throat, feeling his body

and mine convulse in response.

She didn’t lie—we were ecstasy, spiralling higher and higher, all the strands of what we were wrapping around the other, dragging each of us up, drowning us in our pleasure as we did them.

“Fuck!” Shaun snarled as my body snapped tight around him, as Shade’s cum erupted, as did Axel’s and Ethan’s. Ethan came exactly as Axel predicted, hands-free and euphoric with it, as it all just poured out of him without effort, shot after shot that mirrored Axel’s cum as he filled him up. And Shaun. His fingers became claws as he went rigid, bucking helplessly against me, all control left as every muscle sought to empty himself in me.

Shade tipped my chin up as he pulled free, wincing from the sensitivity of it before staring into my bleary eyes.

“No one’s ever done that before,” he said in wonder, then before I could answer, his mouth slammed down on mine, tasting me and himself.

“What the fuck was that, and who the hell is he?”

Our heads jerked free to see Axel and Ethan, still breathless in the doorway.

And who the hell are you? I asked the voice inside my head.

Branwen, she replied smugly. I’m the conduit to the White Wolf.

Chapter 24

“Shade?” Ethan said, stepping forward.

So that was what his name was. He had long black hair, glossy as a raven’s wing, which partially fell over his face, hiding the sharp lines of his face, those penetrating eyes that seemed to see everything but flinched when he was seen in turn. His hands scraped through his hair as his eyes darted, taking everyone in, but coming back to me, over and over.

“Hey,” I said, to the man whose cock I’d just sucked. To the man who I’d somehow spied on psychically. An inadequate response for sure, but it was all I had. My brain was too…full.

So stop thinking and just feel. He’s hard, feeling that need throbbing inside him. Our eyes slipped down to the very impressive erect cock before us, impudent and insistent where the man attached was anything but. Why bother analysing when you could spend the night, the day, the week indulging in all the ways the five of you can intersect?

A familiar slideshow of debauchery was presented to me, letting me know explicitly just how hot that could be. But she overestimated her powers, Branwen, when she showed me Shaun, bent over and gasping on the end of Ethan’s, Axel’s, then Shade’s dick, grinding like a bitch in heat. He’d made it clear that was not how he rolled, and I respected that. The idea of any of them being forced into a sexual situation? It felt like I’d been splashed in the face with a glass of ice water.

I know who you are now. What the fuck are you is what I need to know next, I told Branwen.

I am you, she replied.


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