“Put your hand around Ryan’s cock and give it a lick,” Haze said, and I did just that.
Haze wasn’t controlling me. His voice, his alpha command was like a hand on my shoulder, giving me a little push. I was just as capable of pushing back, but I didn’t want to. That was what his mild compulsion freed me from—the feeling that I should want to resist. When I put a hand on Ryan’s hip, he hissed, staring down at me like he couldn’t believe this was happening, hands reaching out for me. He bundled my hair up in his hands, unable to bear anything in the way as I reached out and gripped his cock.
“Fuck…”
I liked Ryan’s groan. I liked Haze’s dark chuckle as well, as if he felt like his plans were all coming to fruition. I liked the way Ryan’s cock flexed in my grip and the breathy little sounds he made as I swivelled my hand up. But it was what happened when I pulled the head closer, when my tongue flicked out, that pleased me most.
You would’ve thought this was a classic power exchange. That the alphas were in charge and I was the poor little berated beta, forced to do their will. But in some ways, Haze was right—I needed to experience things to understand them. As Ryan watched my tongue flick out, his eyes silver bright as I moved closer, it was his breath that came in rapid little pants, his hands tightening in my hair in response. His body was iron hard, tensed completely against what was coming and craving it with every breath.
I had him literally and figuratively in the palm of my hand as my tongue slid along the crown of his cock.
“Fuck!”
Ryan’s cry echoed off the hard tile walls as his taste exploded in my mouth. Sweet, that was the shocking part. None of the usual salty mucusy thing that was going on with beta men, I found myself going back for another lick because pre-cum bubbled up and out of his cock with each swipe, summoned by my tongue, then my mouth, as I took him deeper.
“Riley girl, that feels so fucking good.” Ryan’s words came out in a growly babble. “You feel so good. Your mouth is like velvet and—” A low groan as I sucked harder and harder, rewarding me with a burst of sweetness.
I had a sweet tooth, but this was something else again. The ache that Haze had banished rose inside me, but in quite a different form. It was that delicious feeling when you were craving chocolate so bad and you just so happened to be in front of one of the best bakeries in town, some chocolate covered monstrosity staring back at you from the window. You wanted something desperately, and you were just about to get it, all of what you needed. As if sensing my thoughts, Haze moved closer, putting his hand on the back of my skull.
“You need more, don’t you? His taste, it’s awakened something. Don’t be scared. Take it, take him.” And with that, he placed a gentle pressure on my head, encouraging me to take Ryan deeper, alerting me to a need to do just that.
I’d always had a relatively touchy gag reflex, but apparently, that was gone now. My hand gripped the base of Ryan’s cock tighter, my mouth sliding lower and lower with every stroke.
“Fuck, you feel good. Gonna give you everything I’ve got, baby. Never felt anything like this. Fuck, Riley, fuck!”
As Ryan got harder, his hips flexing with every stroke, something else rose. It swelled in my hand, growing and growing, until finally, I pulled my mouth free with a pop, going to consult it. Swollen and red, his knot looked angry, painful, resulting in me covering it with my palm and squeezing it.
“Jesus, don’t do…”
I was rewarded by a large spill of pre-cum, though now it was more white than clear, and when I licked him clean, a low growl formed in my chest. I squeezed harder then, licking him again as more oozed free, going back for more and more.
“Riley, no, you can’t—” Ryan started to protest.
“She has to,” Haze interjected. “She’s our mate. Our knots are hers to take in any way she wants. Give her what she needs, brother.”
Ryan dragged me free of his cock then, his expression dark and alien with those moon filled eyes. He smiled then, showing me his fangs when he did, his thumb moving to scoop a small trail of pre-cum that had slipped out of my mouth and then push it back between my lips.
“You need me, love?” he asked in a feral voice. “You need all of me?”
I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I found myself nodding anyway.
“You can’t suck down my load if you play with my knot. If you squeeze it when I come, you’ll get a lot more than you bargained for.” But he angled his dick down, brushing it across my lips. “But you’re gonna suck down everything I’ve got, right up until that point.”
His words settled over me like firm hands, directing me where I needed to go, helping me get what I needed. I squeezed his knot then to the musical sounds of his groans, sucking down everything that seeped free, and then I went to work.
Ryan’s hands tightened in my hair, dragging me up and down his length now, letting me go almost limp in his grip. My throat opened, letting him push deeper and deeper, the sweetness I craved sliding straight down my throat to create a ball of warmth inside me. My hands squeezed rhythmically now, seeming to know that was what he needed. That he needed to pretend right now that my mouth was my cunt, that he was driving himself inside me, that I was snapping tight around him and draining every fucking drop from him.
“Fuck, Riley. Fuck!”
My mouth hung open as Ryan pulled me free, so I caught the moment his cock jerked, jerked. I saw that intense stare of his, lancing straight down into my soul as he came apart. His hand went to my jaw, cupping it, right as he erupted.
Cum blasted all over my skin, and everywhere it landed, it burned so good. My lips curved in a smile before I licked away the splatters of cum that had landed there, my eyes falling closed. My thighs parted, my spare hand raking across my skin, then delved between my legs.
“Uh-uh,” Haze said, pulling it free, so instead they slipped over my skin, feeling the sticky slick of Ryan’s cum as it soaked in.
Ryan gasped out my name over and over, his brows knotting, his eyes staring at me as he watched every second of the way he claimed me, because that was what this was.
Whatever Ryan was, whatever his animal was, they coated me in them, drowning out my scent and replacing it with his own, and that was why he stared. A sharp, vicious smile started, then spread as he saw all that he had done. Ropes of cum covered my tits, dripping now off my nipples, landing on my thighs, sliding down my torso. I reached up, some devil inside at work as I ran a finger through it, Ryan’s grin widening as I licked it clean, but while the hot, hot burn of it down my throat was good, I knew I needed something else. Haze picked me up then, spinning me around and pushing me into his brother’s arms.