Page 18 of Rut Bar

“Are you always in charge?” he asks, his voice controlled and steady despite the uptick in his breathing as Jamie swallows him down.

I lick my lips, and a small thrill goes through me when his eyes follow the movement. “Usually.”Where did that husky, seductive voice come from?

He reaches up, his movements slow so I have time to move away, and drags two fingers gently along the side of my face. His hand moves down to my neck, then slides around to the back and up. He grabs a fistful of hair and gets a good enough squeeze so I know he has me.

“I’m always in charge,” Anthony says.

I wait for the usual panic of being trapped and pinned to come, but it never does. Because he’s a beta? Because I’ve known him for years? Or because he’s only a couple of inches taller than me and I think he could take me? I’m not sure, but I’m not scared.

My nipples tighten into hard little peaks that scrape against my bra and ache. It’s a strange sensation to go from topspace to subspace. I can’t say that I’ve ever experienced one right after another before.

It’s dizzying. Subspace makes my thoughts hazy and sluggish.

“In the bedroom, maybe,” I say. “I’m not interested in being told what to do outside of that.”

“Hmm… Are you sure about that?” Anthony asks. “Sometimes you like it when I’m pushy. Like when you’re not taking proper care of yourself.”

I ignore Jamie’s slurping sounds and Anthony’s grip in my hair. But I can’t ignore the smell of them. On their own, they’re great. Together, they’re breathtaking. Jamie’s coconut and Anthony’s cherry blend together enchantingly.

“I take care of myself fine,” I argue.

His grip softens and turns into stroking along the back of my neck. He teases the sensitive skin behind my ears. “But we could take care of you better. If you’ll let us.” Anthony leans down, his lips a breath away. “The question is, will you let us? Or are you too scared you’ll like it?”

“This is a bad idea.” What was I thinking? I wasn’t. I can blame it on pheromones or preheat or jealousy, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Not with my head, anyway. We shouldn’t do this. What I’ve already done is bad enough, but taking it further will only make it worse.

“Then why are you leaning into me?”

“I’m not, I…” I am.

I’m stretching up on my toes to get closer. My nostrils flare as I drag his scent in deeper with each breath. It’s the tiny bathroom. There’s nowhere to get away from their pheromones. And my omega urges have been dredged too close to the surface for me to stay rational while in the thick of them.

Anthony tilts his head and his nose brushes against mine. “I think you are. I think you want this, but it scares you, so you’re fighting it. I think you want us as badly as we want you.”

“We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have…”

“Then tell me to stop. But you better mean it, Vee.”

He leans down slowly. Fingertips run up the side of my neck and skim over my earlobes. My nipples scrape against my bra and I do my best to block out the filthy noises Jamie’s making down below. I can’t deny how much they excite me. How they leave my pussy slippery. How much my body wants this even if it’s crazy and wrong. But my lips don’t want to form the five short words that will end this.I want you to stop.Because I don’t.

Anthony’s mouth comes down to mine in a gentle kiss that’s so different from what I expected. I’m pinned against the wall, but I could still get away if I wanted to. I know from experience my elbows are bony and my stilettos can do some real damage. I’ve had to do it before when a guy got too insistent and didn’t want to listen.

The gentleness of the kiss lulls me, makes me pliant as the kiss deepens. Intensifies until I can’t think of anything else. Anthony ravages my mouth. Steals my breath and all sense of reason. He leaves me panting and my clit throbbing. My panties are somewhere on the floor, and slickness makes a mess of me again as arousal gathers between my legs. Despite my protests, I return it.

When I lean into the kiss, Anthony twists his tongue around mine. He groans, and I swallow the sound. Wet sucking sounds make my thighs slippery, and when our kiss breaks, I study the agony etched into Anthony’s face.

“Stop, babe,” he says to Jamie. “I won’t come until I’m inside her.”

It’s such a presumptuous statement. So cocky. But his confidence is attractive.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve just had an orgasm. The preheat makes me ready for another, and suddenly the idea of being stretched by that cock and learning how his piercing feels down there is way too tempting to say no.

We shouldn’t do this. I’m their boss. They’re my employees. But, God, it’s gonna be so damn good while we do it.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask him.

“Don’t need one. We both got checked last week.” He uses his free hand to drag the edge of my blouse from the waistband of my skirt and then he moves onto the buttons.

“You either need condoms or papers. I’m on the pill and I’ve tested negative, but you still need one or the other.” There’s a lot of fucking that happens in this bar, and while I’ve never seen Anthony or Jamie hook up with a patron before today’s interlude I interrupted, a person can never be too safe.

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