Page 27 of The Coveted Beta

“For certain,” Alex agrees. He rises from his chair under the pretense of refilling his coffee cup from the pot.

At the same time, he’s also staring at what we do, his eyes hungry.

My husband and my mate are always hungry for me. I’m the luckiest woman in all the lands to have such fine men attentive to my every need.

“Lie back, love,” Frederick encourages, with a gentle press of his hand before he lifts the hem of my gown.

Alex brings his coffee over to stand beside Frederick, watching with heated interest as his best friend uses his finger and thumb to part the lips of my pussy, holding me open lewdly for their review.

“Pretty,” Alex says, eyes hooded as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Frederick selects an uneaten strawberry from my plate. Expression darkly intense, he slides it through my slick pussy, making sure to catch it against my swollen clit with every pass.

“That strawberry’s looking tastier by the moment,” Alex says thickly.

“Isn’t it just?” Frederick agrees.

I live in a perpetual state of arousal. Sometimes they enjoy me together. But more often, they take turns to either pleasure me or watch me be pleasured. Given my husband’s attention this morning, I am well primed, so it does not take long before my breath hitches and my pussy flutters in hopeful anticipation.

Just when I think I’m about to come, Frederick lifts the strawberry and presents it to my lips.

“Open up, mate, and eat your strawberry like a good girl.”

I squirm a little. He brushes it over my lips, and helplessly, I open. I taste myself on it as I bite down, and then the sweetness of the strawberry explodes across my tongue.

Alex clears his throat. “I think she might be hungry for more than just a strawberry.”

“Do you think so?” Frederick says, brows tugging together, enrapt, as I chew slowly on the succulent fruit.

“For certain,” Alex says. “My wife sometimes needs a little more. It’s her pregnancy, it makes her terribly needy. It’s a very delicate subject, but I know I have your discretion.”

“Of course,” Frederick says. “If there is some way I can assist with her predicament, which I understand she cannot help, you can count on me. I won’t be shocked. No matter how filthy or depraved.”

The words filthy and depraved come out like a caress.

“Oh, I think you might be when I tell you my sweet wife craves an alpha’s knot.”

His words, with their element of taboo, are like liquid heat spreading over my intimate places.

I admit there was a period of adjustment as we learned to navigate our ménage à trois. But that time is behind us, and we are very much aligned and enamored with what we now share. I am wearing a scandalous dress at Frederick’s insistence, and without panties at Alex’s determining. They both love me vigorously and frequently, making a mockery of this conversation.

Frederick’s eyes darken further, I’m certain he is going to rise, take down his pants, and knot me how I need. Then afterward, when I’m all open and well-used, my husband will enjoy me because that is how he likes me best.

“Hmmm. Are you sure about that?” Frederick asks, plucking a… raspberry from my plate.

He’s not going to use that… is he?

Of course, he does.

Alex chuckles.

I groan and fling an arm dramatically across my face. “Oh, just knot me already.”

“Knot you? Did I hear that right?”

I peek under my arm as Frederick turns to Alex in question.

“I believe you did,” Alex says. “I believe my wife might want you to fuck her right here on the dining table while the patio doors lay open, and anyone might see.”

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