Page 40 of Corrupt Me

The feeling that comes with hearing those words is going to get addicting.

I’m not sure Camila can get any redder. The car ride was mostly silent until Amiri brought up the list again to determine what her limits were. With so many things happening in the club at any one time, he was trying to make sure there wouldn’t be any triggers or anything that would give her pause. There are private rooms for the seriously depraved acts and even those come with waivers and consent forms. Camila doesn’t need to know that part yet.

Amiri has been studying that damn list like a scholar, though. Marking off things and making notes as Camila answers with her face tucked into my chest.

“So no being suspended?” Amiri asks again. He’s double-checking but I see the way his lips curl up the slightest bit. He fucking loves getting me in the swing when the time permits.

Camila huffs out a sigh. “A swing is fine, I guess? I don’t know.” Her fingers tighten in my shirt as she rubs her forehead against my chest. “I just don’t want to hang. I don’t want anything pulling or-” A hint of frustration seeps into her words and I can tell she’s having a bit of a hard time explaining what she wants.

I run a hand through her hair, loving the way she tries to bury herself further into me. “I think what Camila is trying to explain is that she doesn’t want anything tight and she doesn’t want to feel helpless,” I remember those feelings when staring at an X-cross. I love being freely sprawled out or my Alpha’s restraining my wrists but being attached to something like that? That was a hard no. “Anything else, buttercup?”

She pulls away just slightly, twisting to look at Amiri. “This is embarrassing.”

Kolsen laughs from the driver’s seat, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror. “No, embarrassing is when I pull the car over onto the side of the road and fuck both of you because of how goddamn adorable you are holding onto him like that. You’d think you were innocent by the way you try to hide yourself in our Omega. Don’t worry, you’re saved because we’re here but get used to Amiri asking questions. You didn’t want to take me to church because I’d finger you in the pews. Amiri will always be worse, love. Always.”

He's not lying. Amiri will edge me until I get home and start screaming for someone to fuck me or I’ll do it myself. That has gotten me spanked more times than I can count. I wonder if Camila will like that and the image of her ass jiggling with our Alphas’ handprints firmly on her pale skin excites me. Unfortunately, Camila is now growling at me as she slips out of the car and smooths down her dress.

Amiri almost asked her to change, to fit in more with the dynamic of the club and then we all realized she feels comfortable in her own skin like this. Who are we to change that? And I like seeing my innocent little flower, knowing that she isn’t very innocent at all.

“Where to?”

I stick out my hand and she takes it. “I’ll just give you a little tour around the back before the fun starts. We mostly just kind of peruse until we get bored and retire upstairs. Kol and Ames have hired a lot of great management so there isn’t much we have to do.” Camila seems content with that as she follows me in the back door, an entrance only accessible to staff. We walk through the back hall, her eyes trailing along the wall where Teo had been slumped against a few days ago. “You’re with us now. He’s also banned. Don’t worry about it. And when you meet the girls, you’ll have even more protectors.”

Camila scrunches up her nose. “I don’t need to be protected.”

“No. You’re fierce all on your own.” I bring our hands up to my lips and kiss them, loving that my Alphas gave up control long enough for me to parade her around. They’re a little on edge since that morning at church, although spending lunch with her brother and his pack has softened their anger. I can still see it simmering though. Kolsen needs an outlet and if any of the aggressors in Camila’s life reach out again, I can’t see it going well.

Deciding to make that tomorrow’s problem, I walk over to the bar, furiously waving at Lewis. The man approaches from behind the counter to produce another rum bottle before his attention settles on Camila. “And who is this pretty Beta?”

“Camila. My mate.” It feels amazing to say that. I remember the moments I paraded Kolsen and Amiri around, telling everyone who would listen that these men were mine. I get to do the same thing with Camila, my precious buttercup, and no one’s going to stop me. Goddess, I have been blessed.

Lewis’ brows raise nearly clear off his head as he takes in the woman beside me, including the gorgeous periwinkle sundress Camila stuffed herself in before we left. It shows off every luscious curve she has and if she bends over just the slightest bit, I will have a beautiful view of the dark blue panties she slipped on after lunch. A tendril of heat races through me, telling me that it won’t be long before another spike. I just hope it can wait until after we see the girls.

Camila’s hand tightens around me as she throws her other hand out in greeting. “Hello.”

“I’m Lewis. Bartender. You couldn’t have found yourself better mates.”

She throws him a small smile as he shakes her hand. A twinge of jealousy ignites in my chest at the thought of this man touching my mate but I stuff that down and reach for the bottle of rum instead. Lewis lets go not a moment too soon before I’m dragging Camila to the back rooms. “Hey, wait, Sasha. What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t like him touching you. He’s fine but-”

A gentle laugh comes from my side and I twist to look at her, confused. Camila has her hand thrown over her mouth, trying not to burst into giggles. “Sasha, an Omega who’s claimed someone is always a little bit territorial. You should see my brother. It’s so much worse when he’s about to go into heat. If someone so much as looks at Zana, he has an entire fit.”

I don’t do that with my Alphas, though. That’s not true. There have been a few instances when I have had to be removed from a situation because one of my Alphas thought I was going to lunge at someone for giving my Alphas a pat on the back. It was always around my heat, my possessive nature exploding forth along with the irritableness, whininess, and absolute need to fuck and cuddle.

“I don’t like losing myself to my heat, buttercup. Don’t get me wrong. I like all the fucking but the irrational emotions? Fuck those.”

I still when my collar pulls tight, my entire body turning to face Camila. She has two fingers tangled up in the chain, lightly pulling forward. Only Kolsen and Amiri have ever truly touched my collar. The few conquests over the years just want a good fuck. I stare at her, confused and incredibly turned on. Her big brown eyes are laughing at me and in the same vein, I find adoration and love.

“Those emotions aren’t irrational. I don’t know a lot about Omegas, just what my brother and my mother used to tell me. However, I do know that the time around a heat is fragile. I’ve been reading a little and you’re allowed to feel all those things. I’d be worried if you weren’t feeling a little territorial.”

She releases my collar but I’m not done with her yet, smashing her against the wall so I can claim her lips. Goddess, if I was an Alpha, I’d mark her up so fast. Does Camila even want an Alpha’s bite? We haven’t talked about it but I want all of her. I want her to feel what I feel with our Alphas. I want everything. I swallow one of her moans, my free hand moving down her torso and to the underside of her thigh to pick her up as I grind against her. My cock thickens immediately, slick gathering around my hole. In another moment, I’ll be whining for a knot, something that I think Camila picks up on as she squirms out of my arms.

“Put me down, Sasha. Let’s go meet the girls like we’re supposed to and then you can fuck me upstairs.”

“Deal.” Somehow the rum is saved, my tight grip on the bottle keeping it safe until we step into the back room. Natalie is leaning against one of the dressers, an eyebrow raised. She was in the middle of saying something but is now completely focused on me and my Beta. “Yes, this is her. Stop staring. I brought rum.” I shake the bottle, Natalie ignoring it in lieu of greeting Camila.

“You are gorgeous! And he’s definitely made progress.” Natalie steps up and flicks at Camila’s hair to reveal my Alphas’ hickeys. “Now, where did they find you?”

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