Page 57 of Corrupt Me

I giggle as Kolsen pulls me off his cock, his knot deflated enough that it’s not painful. His cum slides down my inner thigh as I reach for my phone, Kolsen asking me to explain the picture. “Do I have to? Just look at it.” My face flames as Kolsen closes his eye and leans back in the chair. Well, fuck. “Um. I want to 69 while someone takes my ass.” There. I said it.

Kolsen’s eye pops open, several shades darker than the usually pale blue. “Camila, you say the sweetest fucking words. Ames is right. Upstairs, now. Goddess, if you thought you weren’t going to be able to walk after Sasha’s heat, this is going to be worse. How many damn pages are in that diary, love?”

I step back, all three of my men staring at me with predatory glances. “What? Why?”

“Because if this is just a preview, I want to act out every last one of them, love. Would a week off cover it? Two weeks?”

I throw my hands up, shaking my head. Mentally, I count through my diary and come up with a rough number. “Maybe 60 pages?”

Amiri cackles as he makes his way over to me and hauls me into his arms so that I have to wrap my legs around his waist if I don’t want to dangle. “I’m not sure we can take two months off but we’ll make it work.”

“Can we hurry? Kolsen’s cum is dripping out of me and I don’t want to make a mess.”

Sasha laughs as he runs around us and drops to the floor. “I think someone called up for the cleanup crew. I’ll never get tired of your taste mixed with my Alpha’s, buttercup.” I’m not ready for the way he grabs my ass and then plunges his tongue into my pussy. I’ve mated sex deviants.

And I’m not mad at it.

I asked them to corrupt me almost a week ago and I’d say that they’re on their way to do exactly that. Before burying my head into Amiri’s shoulder, I look over at the expression on Kolsen’s face. For just a moment, there’s a soft understanding from my Alpha, that I have a pack to protect me, love me, and cherish me the way that every Beta should. But I also have a pack that I get to love and cherish and enjoy. It’s perfect.

Chapter thirty-six

Two Weeks Later

AMIRI

The funeral proceedings are gorgeous. Ethan and his pack have outdone themselves, Camila preparing art to set around the small venue in memory of their mother. Camila has shared a few stories with us and the way her face lights up as she talks about Bailey Thomas makes me wish we had met her. She sounds like an amazing woman, especially since she had to put up with Ezra.

He’s one of a few men who weren’t invited to this event, Camila and Ethan wanting to celebrate Bailey’s life rather than ruin the peaceful ambiance. Teo was sentenced to six months, something Camila was overjoyed about. I’m even more ecstatic that the artist from the gallery came back and decided to also press charges in the total of nearly three hundred grand. Teo will be working for quite a while to pay that off and accepting a position as a preacher is hardly going to cut it.

If that church even wants anything to do with him.

I stand beside the small ledge where Bailey sits in her urn, the happiness that plays along the small crowd, making me realize just what I have, just what I’ve gained from my mates. Camila bounds up to me, her face bright, a large smile spread across her lips. She still wears that bracelet I gave her almost a month ago but she hasn’t touched it since that night at the club before we spoke with Teo. She’s wearing the same dress we first met her in and I can’t wait to get home to fuck her in it. I’ll let Kolsen take it off of her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I muse as she presses herself against me and angles her head up for a kiss. She does that often, silently asking for kisses. With Sasha, she takes. With us, she asks or she puts herself in a position that we can’t refuse. I’ve realized as much as we want her to truly tell us what she wants, that’s not her. Camila enjoys being told or asking, rather than telling us. It isn’t all that hard to read her, though.

“Everyone here is so happy to celebrate Mom.”

“They are, sweetheart. And you? Are you happy?” When I saw the guest list, I was shocked by how small the party was. Neither of the packs have a lot of family outside of ourselves. There are a few cousins Camila and Ethan invited, one of them being an Alpha I see at Temple occasionally. He scouts for talent to add to his roster. He’s a nice enough person but we’ve never really spoken.

“I’m very happy. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this for a while.”

She clings to me, turning around so that she can see her friends and family talking about stories involving her mother and her life. It hasn’t been long but Camila even set up a little space by the TV with a few of her mother’s things, telling us that she was ready to stop hoarding her mother in the back of a closet. Bailey deserves to be remembered and shown, Camila had told us.

It’s why I’ve been waiting for this very moment to gift her with a new journey. Something Kolsen and Sasha tasked me as the person to give her. I dig into my pocket and unearth a small box before holding it out in front of us. “We wanted to give you something, sweetheart. Something that might start your own little journey of happiness.”

She gently takes it from my hands and opens the velvet box, staring at the small gold hoops. “You bought me jewelry?”

“I thought it was time to start your own collection. The few pictures you’ve shown us with your mother, you always wore earrings or a necklace. We wanted to start small. Something simple. Something meaningful.” Camila seems unsure but I want her to understand that this isn’t just to placate her. We are not her father. “The small things can make the biggest waves, sweetheart. Seeing you in the café every morning. You choosing to kiss Kol instead of me. Being there at the club, that night where Sasha found you.”

I pluck the earrings from their box and hold them out, waiting for Camila’s acceptance. I hope we haven’t done the wrong thing and it takes me a moment to feel her through the bond. Adoration. Love. Overwhelming happiness. “Yes. Please.”

There it is again. That little plea that I can’t ignore. I fix the earrings into her ears, grinning as we meet the gazes of our mates across the rooms. This is one step toward forever and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.

Chapter thirty-seven

Two Months Later

KOLSEN

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