Page 23 of Beg for It

My fingers squeeze the edge of the table tightly, keeping me quiet as I gaze at the beta intently, once I’ve read all of the information my contact has sent me.

Camden is completely oblivious as he signs the last paper, thanking Jason profusely for the job. Yeah, I wouldn’t suggest being quite that excited about this, Little Beta.

The second he’s out the door, I shove the chair back so hard, it slams into the wall. Walking quickly, I push open the hidden door that connects to the naughtier part of the club, where the rest of my pack is currently hanging out.

There are two sides to this club, which is one of my favorite things about this place. My pack and I wanted to provide something nowhere else in this city had, and we did a damn good job of it. It helps that we get to also enjoy its more depraved parts as well.

Thankfully, we’re closed, so I walk down the stairs past the wall of whips and paddles where some are braided for more pain tolerance, and others are long, soft floggers. There are many different tastes reflected on that wall, to suit the different types of subs and dominants that walk into the dungeon.

This is a sex on site type of club, which means that not only is penetration encouraged, the club participants wear a special bracelet if that’s what they’re here for. There’s no holds barred, as long as there’s consent.

Opening the doors where I know my friends are lounging as they sip on expensive whiskey, I command attention from them simply by being here. Our dynamic as partners means I’m always on the same playing field with them, I’m not a lesser person as a beta.

“What’s going on?” River asks, leaning forward as he sees my face. I can only imagine how the anger is seeping out of my body right now.

“Camden Parker is Leroy Morrow’s son,” I breathe.

“What?” Brooks asks, standing in anger as I give a stiff nod in confirmation. “That motherfucker is a dead man.” He seethes. “His father is the fucking scum of the earth. I can only imagine what kind of slimeball he created.”

“So he changed his last name and just decided to come here?” River asks, shaking his head. “It seems like a poor life choice seeing how his enemies run the very school he’s attending.” His brows furrow. “He’s so small for the son of an MC president. You would think someone growing up with a pack of depraved fuckers, he wouldn’t be so damn jumpy.”

“Who fucking cares why he’s here? Just that he is and It’s the perfect excuse to break him. We’ve been talking about wanting to get revenge for what happened to our mothers, what better way than the son of the man who did it.” Brooks growls.

“Wait. Isn’t the president homophobic?” River asks.

“Yeah, that was in the file too,” I grunt.

“That doesn’t make sense. If his father is a raging homophobe, why is Camden such a little flirt? I’ve seen the way he dances with Jamie, no straight man grinds on another man the way he did. Not to mention the way he got nice and hard for me the other day.” River chuckles darkly.

“His father probably doesn’t know. I heard he’s killed people for less.” Brooks spits in disgust.

“So, there’s a chance the little beta is into men.” River states.

“There’s no chance.” I chuckle. “He is. Even if he’s in denial about it.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Brooks grins menacingly. “We’re gonna have fun with this one.”

The way my alphas are gazing at me with a mixture of hatred and arousal is making me hard.

It’s fucked up, and I’m so angry but I’m tempted to see how far they’re willing to go.

“How are we going to break him?” I ask, watching the way River puts down his glass, smirking.

“Let’s start with the next time I see him, I’m going to force him to cum against his will,” Brooks growls. “I want to know if his dick is as big as his audacity, because coming to this school is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made.”

“Working here is the worst one,” I say with a smirk.

River reaches forward and pulls my arm, while Brooks sweeps my legs out from under me so my knees hit the plush carpet.

“Going to make the little beta cry,” River murmurs, pulling out his cock as his other hand fists my hair.

I want to live out all the fucked up things we’re going to do to him, and I groan as I open my mouth wide. My tongue drops, allowing River to slap his heavy cock on it. The hand in my hair pulls my head down, forcing me to take the thick head of his shaft.

“I bet the little beta will drool all over River’s cock like the little cum whore that he is,” Brooks murmurs, sitting again to pull out his own cock. “I need to hear him choke on it.”

River is more than willing to help with the visual and audio effects, and my nose is flush against his pelvis the next moment. Fuck. I love the way he tastes, the delicious way his pre-cum slides down my throat. His knot is bumping against my lips as River face fucks me, and Brooks gets his choking noises, since I’m not getting any time to acclimate to River’s size.

“Take that cock,” Brooks grunts. My eyes water as River’s eyes roll, his cock swelling as he fucks my throat. “I can’t wait to tie him to the St. Andrews’ cross during one of his shifts to flog his dripping cock and tight ass.”

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