Page 97 of The Butcher

Slowly, with my heart pounding in my ears, I pull my hoodie up over my head, taking my t-shirt with it before I throw them on the floor.

I spent my entire life naked.

Clothes were a luxury, a rarity, and something that honestly took me a few days of being conscious to get used to when I woke up here, but right now, I’m actually nervous about two men looking at me without anything on. Another first I can give my pack, but knowing that we’re meant to be together, that they want this because they care about me and don’t view me as a piece of meat, it changes things in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

Right up until I realize they both went from sweet and supportive to hungry the second my breasts came out. It’s hard to feel self conscious when I have two men drooling over me.

That doesn’t make me nervous.

That makes me feel powerful.

So much so, I go up on my knees again, pushing my sweats down over my hips then wiggle free until I’m in nothing by my underwear.

“I need you to understand what we’re doing here because right now, seeing how wet you are from hardly anything at all,” Nash blurts then swallows hard, his gaze aimed right at my cotton covered pussy that is very wet. “It’s going to be harder than I thought to keep myself under control, but I will. I will because I love you, and your needs are always going to come before mine. Clayton, you need to hurry up and explain before I do something I’m going to regret.”

Unsure if I heard him right, and unable to ask, I just blink back my tears and smile, then turn when Clay clears his throat.

“I was right when I thought you haven’t really had any control over things in your own life? That you maybe never had any to begin with?”

I nod.

He’s mentioned that a time or two, and he’s scary accurate with his assessment.

“That’s what this is about, pretty girl.” For the first time since we met, my beta looks a little anxious himself, but he takes a deep breath and continues. “Loving you enough to help you take control back, that’s what we’re trying to do. It might be one of the most unorthodox ways of doing it, but it’s the only way I know how, and I, we, really want to do this for you, Indy.”

Smiling like an idiot, I swipe at the few tears that escape down my cheek, then wait because if I try to talk, I’m going to end up bawling, and that is going to ruin whatever it is my beta and alpha are trying to do for me.

Unnecessarily, I might add, because they’ve done more than anyone else ever has, and they don’t need to do anything else because they have my heart already.

And once I realize what Clayton laid out, they almost have my lungs, too, as I choke on nothing and start coughing.

“I told you this was going to freak her out,” Nash says as he starts rubbing my back.

It’s a thoughtful gesture, but being skin to skin right now, when everyone is in various states of undress and our beta just set out three different strap on dildos, well, I can honestly say that the amount of slick soaking my panties is more than I’ve ever produced before.

“Nonsense.” Clay waves him off then starts pointing to the boxes. “These two have harnesses. They both have straps that would come up over your hips but this one”—the first box—“also has straps that come down around your thighs. It’s pretty standard. This one”—the second—“doesn’t have those, and that’swhy it’s double sided. This part would be inside me, and that part would be inside you, that’s how it stays in place in addition to the straps.”

I blink about a million times as I look at the double sided one, the ribbed pieces intimidating as hell because of the sheer size of them. “I don’t think…” Then what he said sinks in. “Wait, what?”

“Which part?”

“About who has what, where.”

Clay grins. “Me and you, pretty girl. I bought these so you could fuck me while Nash watches. You will have one hundred percent control, and both of us will be at your mercy, but I wanted to make sure you were able to enjoy yourself in the process.”

I stand corrected.

The amount of slick that has now destroyed my panties and is running down my thighs is a new record for me.

“Fuck,” Nash grunts and I hear a thud just as I turn toward him. “I was wrong. She likes the idea, Clay. A lot.”

Nodding, I can’t help by agreeing, just like I can’t help the way I lick my lips as Nash grabs his barely contained erection through his jeans.

I am going to be such a mess when this is all said and done.

“That’s my girl,” my beta groans, drawing my attention back to him. “You do like the idea of fucking me, don’t you?”

Yep, a huge, slippery mess.

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