Page 43 of Corrupt Me

The next several moments are silent as Kolsen stays to the back halls. We don’t even have to walk past the dance floor or the bar, another connection bringing us to the apartment door I was standing in front of a few nights ago. After a thorough shower, Kolsen draws me a bath, waiting until we’re both covered by cucumber melon suds to speak again.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Camila?”

I have absolutely no idea. There’s so much chaos and Sasha’s heat and caring Alphas who are intent on helping me push my boundaries. I want to experience all the things they’re offering but it’s these moments afterwards that my father’s words linger in the back of my mind.

That I’m nothing more than a rotten sinner.

Kolsen rests his chin on the top of my head as he wraps his arms around my belly. They stay there for a moment before one hand moves up to cup one of my tits and the other slips between my thighs, two fingers running through my pussy. I arch against the intrusion as they slip in.

“Camila, you are ours. Our mate. Our lover. Our forever. You have three men that will stand with you whatever you choose. One thing you are not is just a Beta. You’re not evil or wrong for what you like and what you indulge in. You aren’t making bad decisions because you decide to embrace what you love.” His fingers slowly pump in and out, Kolsen moving to kiss by my ear and then my shoulder. “You’re still a good girl but the only difference is that you’re ours and we want you happy, healthy, and sated.”

“But-”

“And the first step is taking what you want.” His fingers stop and pull out of me. Kolsen lays his hand palm up, waiting for me to take the next step. I’ve never directed anything in my life. I’ve never explicitly asked for sex or told anyone what I needed or how I needed it. I just took what was given. Kolsen is offering me the chance.

I wrap my small hand around his wrist and twist it before plunging those fingers back into my pussy. Kolsen doesn’t move though and I realize that if I want to come, I’ll have to pleasure myself with his hand. The pace is slow at first. I’m unsure and confused and a little embarrassed but Kolsen’s purr starts up, spurring me on. Then I’m riding his fingers, moaning for release as I pump his hand inside of me. The resulting orgasm feels like I’ve completed something, like I’ve turned over a new life.

He kisses my shoulder again. “See? Such a good girl. A good Beta listening to her Alpha’s command and taking her pleasure. I always want that from you, love. Tell me when you want to come or try something new.”

“Always? What if I’m horny at 3 am?”

“Then come sit on my cock, love. I would love to be woken up stuffed inside of you.”

My nose scrunches up at the thought as I pull Kolsen’s hand out of the water. He wraps his arm around my neck and sucks those fingers into his mouth. His heavy rum scent coats every inch of my skin despite the shower and while I had been a little terrified to be at church, I don’t mind in the slightest now. I tug at his arm, Kolsen following my movement before I lick his fingers, tasting myself on his skin.

“Camila, you’re going to make me want to fuck you again and you need rest.”

Kolsen isn’t wrong but with him still firmly holding my tit, I’m not going anywhere. Especially when I wriggle back against him, his cock throbbing against the seam of my ass.

“If you want something, Beta, you’ll have to take it.”

So I do. Knot and all.

Chapter twenty-six

SASHA

The next few days are absolute bliss, even with the heat spikes that Amiri and Kolsen ruthlessly fuck me through. However, they confine me to the house, telling me that my scent blasting through the club is just a little too overwhelming for Camila in public. It doesn’t help that my temporary mark has her feeling nearly as needy as I am.

Well, it does help when I suddenly need to fuck something and Camila is laying on the couch ready for the taking. Amiri has been working from home to keep me sated but I need all of my mates. In one place. I’ve even started rearranging all the pillows and blankets in my nest, propping them up in multiple different ways until frustration overtakes me.

This is another part of my heats that I hate—the moments when I can’t think straight. I’m not yelling for a night but I can’t focus on anything either. Nothing truly important anyway.

The suppressants I’ve been on for far longer than I should have been aren’t helping. The violent heat spikes, as fun as they are in the moment, leave me rendered useless for half the day either sleeping or eating whatever Camila hand-feeds me. I think she can tell that I’m not happy with this part of myself but I’m not voicing that shit aloud.

She’s been sleeping beside me, anyway, Kolsen and Amiri taking turns holding her while the other holds me. It feels absolutely perfect but there’s something missing. Camila isn’t truly comfortable here. She says she is but I can see that that isn’t the entire truth. I catch her pulling at the bracelet Amiri gave her now and then and find that dragging her back to my nest gives her the quiet she needs. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last.

Yesterday morning, I figured out why.

Her art.

Camila has never mentioned what role her art took in her life but I suspect it gave her an out for all of her emotions and all the loud thoughts swirling through her head. It’s why with a little help from my Alphas, I set up what I thought would be the most fantastic courting present for our Beta. She’ll like it. She has to.

I roll over in my nest, confused to find it empty. Camila hardly ever leaves before I do, her scent lingering on my pillows. Sitting up, I survey the dimly lit room, Kolsen resting at the edge, gloriously naked. “Was wondering if you were going to sleep the entire night away. Our Beta is curled up in your other nest.”

I don’t like that. It might be the prettiest nest I’ve ever built just beside the patio with a view of the city life but Camila should be here. With me. With us.

Kolsen snorts. “Sasha, she needed sleep. You kept waking her up last night to fuck and she’s tired. Ames made her tap out this morning and threw her into your other nest. If it makes you feel any better, Camila didn’t want to leave.” I crawl toward him for kisses, Kolsen playfully tugging at my collar to pull me closer. I straddle his lap, consumed by my Alpha. “By the way, I think everything is here.”

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