Page 23 of An Alpha's Commitment

Isca was watching us, eyes widening. He looked vaguely uncomfortable.

Aha. I suppressed a laugh. I wasn't the only one with soggy pants. "Let's hope everyone else has finished eating, I don't really want to be seen like this." I twisted so Talius could see the problem.

The smug bastard just grinned. "I don't mind if everyone sees how horny my omegas are for me," he chuckled. Then, more seriously, "Isca, how are you feeling right now? I know it was a shock for you up there."

"I... I'm g-good," stammered our other mate, cheeks flushing pink. He shifted from foot to foot.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Talius, I-I'm fine." Then he whined, "Alpha, can we go home now?"

"Is there something you want, Omega?" Talius teased, nostrils flaring.

"Mmm...," Isca mumbled, noncommittally, refusing to meet his eyes.

"C'mon," I said, linking my arm with Isca's and hauling him along with me. I tossed what I hoped was a haughty look over my shoulder at our smug Alpha. "It's your job to protect us. That includes our modesty."

Talius huffed. I'm sure I heard the words do you actually have any? But he prowled close behind us as we made our way home and when we entered the food hall, he shadowed us so closely that no-one could notice our predicament. At least, no-one could see the evidence, though they could surely scent the slick.

Isca held two plates and I had one, using my free hand to pile selections of food onto our plates. When we'd made our choices, I looked around for somewhere to sit, but Talius shook his head, nostrils flaring.

"Let's take these back to the house," he suggested, glaring at a passing shifter, "where you can be comfortable."

"Ha!" I snorted, noting how our slick-laced scents were making his possessive instincts surface, "you mean where you can be more comfortable!"

"Oh, Goddess," groaned Isca. "Do you really want to provoke him like that? He's your alpha! You are so going to be in trouble when we get inside."

"You know that's kinda the point, don't you?" I leaned across, whispering in his ear. Shifter hearing was exceptional though, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed the tightening of Talius' jaw and the slight uptick of the corner of his mouth. Yep, pretty sure I was in for a hell of a night.

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As soon as we entered the house, Isca and I placed the plates on the table. I began pulling out a chair, ready to sit down.

"Stop!" ordered Talius, the huskiness in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

Isca's eyes widened, pupils enormous. He froze.

"We can eat later," Talius growled out the words. "We've something more urgent to attend to. To the bedroom, both of you," he added in a voice that brooked no disobedience. In that moment, he was absolutely the dominating alpha. For all that I liked to push the limits, when he was like this I would never think to challenge him.

Isca and I glanced at each other as we headed for the bedroom.I smiled at him reassuringly, trying to let him know everything was alright. He'd probably never seen Talius so demanding.

"Get naked," Talius instructed, following close behind us.

I slid my jeans down and kicked them off, glad to be rid of the uncomfortable damp mess. I found Talius' dominance a huge turn on and slick dripped copiously from my hole, my inner thighs already glistening and sticky.

Isca stripped off hurriedly, but he picked up my jeans and tossed both pairs into the washbasket.

"Now... I seem to recall someone needs to learn a little restraint,"Talius said, gravely.

Isca stiffened but I just grinned. I knew who was going to be restrained and I was 100% on board with the idea. Despite his fierce demeanor, I knew Talius wasn't angry... he never got angry at me, and he wouldn't get angry at Isca (who had, in any case, not done anything to antagonize him... the same could not be said for me, of course). Talius was an incredibly indulgent alpha and mate, though Isca had not had the opportunity to experience the full extent of it yet.

"Isca, fetch the rope from the top drawer please," instructed Talius, motioning towards the chest of drawers against the far wall.

Isca cast an anxious glance towards me, his shoulders tensing, but when he saw me grinning, his posture relaxed.

It took him a moment to locate the coil of red jute and bring it to Talius, who snapped the coil apart with a flourish.

"Irian, on the chair. Now!" he commanded.

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