Page 33 of Corrupt Me

“I’ll take it. Next time, I want to hear you detail it the way you did for Kolsen but I want every word, every movement laid out on the table.” He shifts me forward on his lap as he pulls his sweatpants down, the heat of his cock against my back pulling a moan from the back of my throat. Precum drags across my skin before Amiri pulls me flush against his chest, his cock now beneath me, running through my folds. “I’ll go slow. Just keep your eyes on Sasha. Isn’t your Omega beautiful?”

Sasha truly is, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his fingers gripping the multitude of blankets he’s piled onto the couch. “Don’t go slow. Fuck me.” I don’t want to be manhandled but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it a little rough. Amiri chuckles as he works himself into my pussy, the slight burn as he stretches me out fading away into pleasure. God, he’s probably wider than Kolsen. I grit my teeth together, fisting my hands on my knees as he wraps an arm around my waist. His other hand moves to my neck, squeezing softly as he fucks the rest of the way up into my pussy. “Oh my god.” It’s just as amazing as I thought he would feel. The way Teo should have felt.

Amiri’s hold on my neck tightens a little. “You’re not allowed to think about that bastard while my cock is inside you, sweetheart. Apparently, I’m not doing this right. You wanted it a little rough. I can do that. Hold on.” I think he’s joking until he starts thrusting up into my sex like a maniac, my entire body bouncing with every movement. He’s hitting that sweet spot every time, driving me into an orgasm that I’m not ready for. Pleasure explodes through me, a scream falling from my lips followed by several mentions of Amiri’s name.

He's not done though, promising me that he’s going to keep going until Kolsen knots our Omega. “Sweet girl, you feel so perfect around my cock. Squeezing me so tightly. I can’t wait to see how well this hole does.” My eyes widen as a wet thumb prods my asshole, sparks of pleasure shooting through my limbs. My body shudders as Amiri continues his pace and I literally hold onto his arm around my waist while his lips dip to my neck and start sucking on my gland. I’m going to come again. I can feel it. “Eyes open. Watch your Omega.”

I obey immediately, wanting to please Amiri as Sasha is groaning and writhing into the blankets. Kolsen roars as he stuffs his knot into Sasha, the Omega flopping onto the couches as his body sags with relief. Amiri pumps into me a few more times before we come together, this orgasm just as intense as the first. However, I’m not nearly in a state to scream again, Amiri filling me up until his cum is dripping down between my thighs and coating his balls and the blankets beneath us.

His knot flutters against my ass, more ideas flitting through my head. Amiri can read those thoughts too, kissing my scent gland and then littering kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “Soon, sweetheart. Not today but one day I’ll have you milking our knots the same way Sasha does.” I nod, happy with that option as I’m entirely too worn out to take it on now. Sasha’s eyes are glazed over as he stares at where Amiri is still inside me, silently asking for the second part of the deal.

I’m not ready for when Amiri raises me off his cock, his cum dripping down my thighs. He scoots me forward, my legs splayed around Sasha’s head as he drags me closer for a taste. Sasha has no mercy for my sensitive pussy as he drinks Amiri’s and my release until I’m writhing for relief. My fingers sift into his hair, trying to drag him away as he continues plunging his tongue into my sex. “Tap out. Fuck. I’m gonna come again,” I whisper, a warm bubbly feeling washing over me as I coat Sasha’s tongue.

Amiri saves me as I’m pulled back, out of reach of our Omega.

“Welcome to Sasha’s heat,” Kolsen jokes as he sits back, pulling Sasha with him to a sitting position. Sasha flops back against Kolsen’s chest, my Alpha lightly kissing the Omega’s head before letting out a heavy breath. I don’t understand what I’m seeing. Sasha’s eyes are closed and if I didn’t know better the Omega is halfway into a nap.

“What’s wrong with him? Are all his heat spikes so… violent?”

They both looked like they had given in to their primal instincts for a second. It’s a little terrifying if I’m being honest with myself. Kolsen starts running his hand through Sasha’s hair, the faintest snore meeting my ears. “Why do I get the feeling you haven’t had much training or knowledge about Omegas? Goddess, I’m going to have words with your father at some point. Camila, Omegas have heat spikes leading up to their heat. They are closer together as the heat approaches. Sasha’s can be… violent for lack of a better term. He’s very enthusiastic and demanding. It can be quite fun but it’s also physically taxing.”

“But…”

Amiri leans back against the couch, pulling me with him. “Not all Omegas fall asleep on their Alpha’s knots but it happens often closer to their heat. They’re gearing up for the moments when their body will constantly need stimulation. With Sasha, it’s a little different. He’s been on suppressants for a while, wanting to help take care of the business. He’s a wonderful mate even if we don’t want him to sacrifice his health for it. So, when he does come off of the suppressants, his heats are a lot wilder than they should be. His body is trying to regulate.”

That sounds dangerous and a little painful.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll deposit you in Sasha’s nest. He’ll enjoy the cuddle.” I don’t complain as I’m carried into the guest bedroom bathroom and placed on the edge of the sink. I stare at the Alpha who seems to have two different personalities—this dominating but controlled presence in the bedroom and a powerful but silent one everywhere else. Beneath the glasses and soft stylistic choices, I can see that he’s always in control. The shower turns on, Amiri returning to the sink to undo my bra.

Self-consciousness sets in as I wrap my arms around my chest, feeling more naked in this moment than I was on the couch. His eyes darken but it isn’t with lust. It’s with a twinge of sadness.

“Camila, look at me. Sweetheart. There you go.” His hand caresses one of my cheeks, his thumb massaging just below my chin. “You told Kolsen that his scars were beautiful because of what they represent. I want you to believe those very same words for yourself. That you are beautiful. That every last bit of you is perfect, just the way you’re supposed to be. With us, you don’t have to hide. I love your body just the way it is, from your tits to your pussy. From that gorgeous smile to these wonderful curls.” He slips his hands into my hair, tugging my head backward. “From the little extra on your hips to the thighs I would love to stay stuffed between.” Amiri’s voice dips to a whisper. “From those expressive eyes to these stretch marks across your stomach. Don’t hide from me, Camila. You are beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. You are also mine. Ours.”

I want to argue with him—that my stretch marks are nothing like the scar covering nearly half of Kolsen’s face but I don’t get the chance. Amiri helps me off the sink and then turns me to face the mirror, slipping his cock right back into my pussy. I grip the edge of the porcelain, whining as he starts up a slow pace, his eyes boring into my reflection.

“That woman right there needs to be told that she’s beautiful. She needs to hear it, Camila.”

I stare at my reflection, seeing myself for the first time in a while. Really seeing myself. My tits jiggle with every thrust, Amiri taking care to draw this moment out as I catalog every feature that I don’t particularly like. The full cheeks. The tits that kind of sag without a bra. The extra skin around my arms. I can just see the beginnings of my belly, the way it protrudes a little. I want to hate all of it. But Amiri isn’t staring at my reflection with disgust.

He's staring at me as if he wants to take me apart again and again and again. He wants to devour me, love me, cherish me.

“Tell her, Camila.”

I can feel the rush of another orgasm coming toward me as Amiri snakes a hand down between me and the sink, two fingers massaging my clit. “She’s beautiful,” I finally push out, tears gathering in my eyes. I don’t remember the last time I told myself that.

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful.”

“There you go, sweet girl. Come for me. Beautiful girls deserve to come.”

And I shatter on command, falling apart in his hands as I stare at the woman that my mates are falling for. With all of her imperfections, she’s beautiful.

Correction. I am.

Chapter twenty-one

AMIRI

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