Page 25 of Corrupt Me

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“I can feel it. Like Sasha did yesterday. You are not required to reciprocate our touch, sweetheart. Ever. I’m satisfied watching you fall apart. I don’t need to come just because you did.”

My nose scrunches up as I try to pull away from his heavy stare. “It just doesn’t make any sense. How could you-”

“Because you’re not here to service us,” Kolsen says as he stalks over. Having all three of them in the same space during this conversation is weird. They’re all so fiercely trying to help me understand what my role is when I don’t even know what this thing between us is. Kolsen’s brow furrows as he stares at me for several seconds until he sees something. “Camila, you do realize you’re not our pack Beta and we would never ask that of you, right?”

“What? No, I know that.”

Sasha leads me over to the kitchen island and props me up on a stool. He doesn’t let go, holding one of my hands against his bare chest. His lips dip to my knuckles as Kolsen drags a seat over to sit in front of me. Amiri isn’t far off, hanging at Kolsen’s side. I try to weather the growing panic in my chest but this looks like the start of a conversation that I’m not 100% ready for.

Kolsen reaches forward and places one of those large hands on my knee, a shudder running down my spine as I remember those fingers inside of me. “Camila, I know all of this is sudden. Finding mates always is. However, how fast or slow this goes is up to you. Know that we want whatever this is slowly becoming but I want you to feel comfortable in this space. Which leads me to this—you are not and will never be our pack Beta. Your role here is not to ensure our happiness, pleasure, or whatever other shit your father tried to force down your throat.”

I’m confused. “He has some wild ideas but he’s never taught me how to be a pack Beta.”

“Think carefully, Camila. Why was your first thought to reciprocate?”

“Because it’s not normal for men to give pleasure without wanting something in return.” This conversation is awkward. I hate it. I stuff my free hand between my thighs, starting to shift uncomfortably in my seat. They all see me and it’s so goddamn weird. Kolsen tilts his head, a silent ‘keep going’ but I don’t want to find that my father has prepared me to be the perfect pack Beta. I don’t want to dig deeper and realize that that’s all he wanted for my existence. With each rule my father has given me, though, I see that that’s his outlook on all Betas.

He believes they are lesser, that they are the support of the pack. An Omega might enjoy cooking and cleaning as a nurturing aspect of their biology, but it is the Beta’s job to ensure the Omega’s comfort and happiness, to make sure the Alphas are sated.

“Fuck.”

Kolsen grins, his expression heated with lust. “It might take a little bit of undoing but know that your place here doesn’t come with contingencies or rules or expectations. You’re ours just as much as we’re yours. I can already see you fighting, trying to understand where you fit. Camila, you can stay here for as long as you need. Your car is at the shop and once they diagnose it, I’ll hand you the bill.”

Knowing that he isn’t just going to try and pay for everything gives me some sort of peace. I’m not helpless. I just need a little help. “I can help cook and clean if-”

Sasha chuckles, tugging the hand intertwined with his. “Buttercup, we have maids for that. I don’t even fucking clean. I hate that shit.”

“I have to help somehow. And no, this isn’t some pack Beta shit. I just don’t like handouts. Let me pay rent or help out. That’s my condition for staying here.” I squeeze my thighs together, trying not to let my thoughts drift. Even though they don’t need me to reciprocate, I’m now thinking about cocks and what Kolsen mentioned last night. Taking a knot? I’ve never done that but it has my entire body on fire.

The myriad of thick scents draws me out of my head and I groan. They know what I’m thinking. Even without an Alpha bite to cement the bond, these three can feel me. They can feel my worries, my confusion, my desires.

Amiri smirks and jostles Kolsen’s shoulder. They share a silent conversation before bringing Sasha in.

“I dig it!” The Omega yells. “Come work with us.”

“What?”

Sasha’s grin spreads across his entire face. “You can help with the girls or walk around with Kolsen or something. You said you wanted to help. And besides, if you’re up for it, we have an entire list we need to cross off.”

My face turns crimson again. I can’t help it around these three.

The Omega reaches across me and snags the list, eagerly searching for what Kolsen scratched off. His eyes drop to the bottom of the page, widening. “Dictate a sexual act in the moment. Goddess, Kolsen’s words are fantastic when he fucks. Wait, what is that?” Sasha searches my face and then starts laughing. “He made you explain what he was doing to you, didn’t he? Kol, why do you leave me out of these things? Shit. I call taking her to work. And no, Amiri, you can’t come with us.”

Amiri snorts. “Why am I on the shit list?”

“Because you dragged me away from her room last night. Goddess, I could have watched.”

“I can just take an Uber,” I mumble. I quickly realize that that’s not an option. In any other situation, I would protest, push back, and say that I am a grown woman and can take care of myself. However, I quite like the attention. I could get used to this. “Fine, Sasha can take me.”

“I’m going to fucking enjoy pulling you over to the dark side, Camila. You’ll let us, right? You’ll let us take you apart so many times you can’t breathe? There’s so many things I want to do to you.” Sasha has himself pressed up against my arm, brows wiggling. Despite his playful aura, I can tell he’s serious.

I can almost feel his excitement and Kolsen and Amiri’s lingering hope that I want to waltz down this road. I swallow nervously, turning my attention to the two Alphas, needing their okay as well. Sasha wants this but I’m not going to wedge myself in the middle of them. My conscience won’t let me. I shouldn’t have worried though. All of them want this with me—they want me as their mate, as their lover, and they want to introduce me into a world I’ve been too ashamed to step into.

There are many things on that list that I’ve mentally checked off, that I’ve fantasized about happening to me. I also want to prove to myself that I’m as beautiful as these three say I am. The confidence that each thing I’ve crossed off that list has given me is more than I could imagine. The warmth, love, and compassion that this pack has showered me with is all I want.

Today.

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