Page 34 of Frenzy
I was surprised as hell when Dominic dropped to his knees like he’d been waiting for the command his whole life. He dropped his chin but it did nothing to hide his grin.
“Holy shit, Dominic’s a sub. I didn’t see that coming,” Radic whispered, but his eyes were on Bonnie. She was looking at Dominic and Courtland, her gaze flicking between them like she couldn’t quite believe her eyes.
Courtland stilled. “Kneel, Beta,” he said softly, and it was an invitation more than a command. That seemed to decide for her though, because in the next moment, she was kneeling on the floor beside Dominic, her butt resting on her heels. She didn’t drop her eyes though, and Dominic reached out to grab her hand, dragging it into his lap so he could stroke the spot between her thumb and forefinger.
Courtland rumbled low in his chest, and I got impossibly harder. This was it.
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Bonnie
My heart felt like it was going to thump right out of my chest, despite the soothing feel of Dominic’s hand around mine. Courtland looked primal and every part of me was quaking with need. Or maybe fear. Or maybe an intoxicating mix of both. He strolled over, the Beast barely contained in his human form. He squatted down before me, still naked as the day he was born, and hard as a rock.
“This is how it goes, Bonnie. Anytime you want to stop, you say… “ He looked at Dominic. “What’s your safe word?”
The man in question frowned. “I’ve never used one. No one has ever gone far enough that I thought I’d need one.”
Courtland smiled. “How about cupcake?” I had a vivid flashback to his tongue lapping at my breasts and his fingers stroking my core, and nodded. He smirked like he was remembering the same damn thing. “Excellent.” He stroked my cheek. “This is about pleasure, Bonnie. About giving up control just for a moment, for letting pleasure take over without external worries or fear. I may be in control, but it’s you, Sweetheart, who has all the power right now. Do you remember what to call me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dominic sucked in a breath beside me, and I looked over to see him watching us, his eyes almost molten with need.
Courtland stood, making me face to dick with him. And it was a really impressive dick. Almost majestic. Could a dick be majestic?
He held out a hand to me, and I took it. Pulling me to my feet, he dragged me to his chest and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft kiss like the ones he’d just given Pryce and Radic. No, it was a kiss that claimed me as his once more, and I knew, deep down in my soul, that he was right. He was my Alpha, though I wasn’t ready to admit it yet. I wasn’t ready to become someone's Beta, even if I couldn’t remember why I didn’t want that right at this moment.
Finally he stepped away from me, his eyes hooded. “Strip.”
The Alpha possessiveness was back in his voice, and I slowly unbuttoned the front of my sundress. I could feel the warm slide of Dominic’s hand up the inside of my leg, and I looked down to see him staring at me with so much hunger that it was intoxicating.
“Take her underwear off, Pu-Dominic,” Courtland said, cutting off his words. Hmmm, pet names? I desperately wanted to see the dynamic between these two as a spectator. A fly on the wall. But who was I kidding? There was no way I could even think about these two together without getting wet. I couldn’t be a non-participant.
My eyes shot past Courtland to Radic and Pryce, who were both staring like they couldn’t bear to look away. Radic bit his lip hungrily, and I could see he had his palm pressed tightly to his dick, like it could relieve the pressure building there. Pryce’s eyes were darting around like he was trying to see all of us at once, and was unwilling to miss a thing. When his eyes connected with mine, I gave him a quick reassuring smile.
My smile turned into a gasp as the soft brush of Dominic’s hands finally reached my pussy. I looked down and he was kneeling at my feet, grinning up at me, my dress now pushed all the way up over my hips.
“Uh-uh, Dom. Not with your hands. With your teeth,” Courtland chastised, drawing my gaze back to his. When I was locked in its impenetrable darkness once more, he smiled softly, holding my eyes even as the scrape of Dominic’s stubble slid against my skin, and his breath cooled my overheated folds.
I wanted to watch but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from Courtland’s, and it was probably a good thing. Because, you know in porn when they slowly remove the underwear from the hot female with a thigh gap and they just slide down her legs? That didn’t work for me. I had some seriously chunky thighs, which I loved and so did Radic, but my comfortable granny panties didn’t just magically fall to the floor. Nah, Dominic worked for it.
Normally I’d be mortified, but the look in Courtland’s eyes chased away any self-doubt. He looked at me like I was the fucking sun—if the sun had an ass he wanted to sink his teeth into. I stepped out of my underwear, and squeaked as Dominic ran his tongue back up past my knees until his face was pressed in the junction of my thighs.
“I think I could die here,” he said wistfully, and I couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came out at the sound of pure happiness in his voice. At least, I laughed until he spread my knees and slid his tongue against my clit. I immediately locked my hands in his hair, holding him there as he lapped and sucked against my clit.
“Enough, Dom.” Courtland’s voice was like a whip crack in the room, and both of us turned to watch him as he swaggered close. He was stroking his cock, and it was mesmerizing. He bent down close to Dominic’s ear. “I didn’t say to taste, Puppy,” he breathed in his ear so low I knew I wasn’t meant to hear it. He tilted his head up and kissed him, sucking at Dominic’s lips and tongue, like he was stealing the taste of me. “Go sit over there. You can taste when I say you can taste. You touch when I say you can touch. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Dominic crawled a few feet away, but he was grinning again. Courtland shook his head, and there was a touch of the man back in his manner, rather than all Beast. Well, I felt that way until he tugged my dress roughly over my head and then kissed me. Holy shit, did he kiss me. His tongue didn’t coax, it demanded. He slid his hand down between our bodies, brushing my clit with his palm before thrusting two fingers inside me. Oh god.
“So wet, pretty Beta. So soft.” He curled his fingers, and I mewled for him. Legitimately mewled. When he slid his fingers out, I whined. But not for long. He picked me up easily, notching his cock at my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed himself inside me with a grunt that was pure Beast.
He took a few steps forward until I was pressed against a wall. I didn’t even care that the rough stone at my back was scraping me, and didn't care that his hand in my hair was almost too tight. I liked the pain as an anchor, because when he thrust into me again, I screamed as pleasure felt like it was electrifying me from the inside.
“Mine. My Beta,” he grunted, as he slammed into me over and over. I knew that if I opened my mouth at that moment, I wouldn’t have disagreed at all. I felt like I was his. Like he was claiming me.
The pleasure was too intense to fear that feeling right now. All I could do was wrap my legs around his waist and meet his thrusts. The Beast was in control now, and my Manix was rising up to meet him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust.
