Page 74 of In Control

And I have to show her that we’re what she needs.

Continuing my attention on her hole, I slide two of my thick fingers inside her pussy, massaging her clit with the heel of my hand at the same time. That does the trick, soon she’s even wetter, my fingers sliding in and out of her easily as her pussy clenches and her clit quivers. When she comes, I thrust my tongue right inside her tight hole and she howls. She fucking howls.

Roman grunts a moment later and then she’s swallowing down his come as he cups her face in his hands.

When she’s licked the last of him from her lips, she whispers, “I want to take you both. I want to take your knots.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“I talked about it with Ro.”

I frown at him. “I said we would consider it,” he says. “I said we’d have to take it slow.”

I chuckle. “I see. This one is just too fucking impatient.”

I flip her over onto her stomach. “I think I should spank you for this impatience, sweetheart.”

She wiggles her arse, her cheeks wobbling, inviting me to make good on my promise. I give her three sharp slaps across her cheeks, and then I’m angling her hips upwards.

“Need to fuck you, Sophia. Need it so fucking badly.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck me, fuck me Alpha.”

I grip her hips and plunge into her. With her bottom raised up for me like this, her face and her chest sunken into the mattress, she looks like every man’s fucking fantasy.

I grit my teeth and fuck her hard. All my own impatience bubbling over and needing release.

I know Ro’s watching us, his hands clasped around his expanded knot, but all my attention, all my focus is dedicated on the writhing woman below me on the mattress.

I want to take her home. I want to keep her in my bed. I want her. Mine mine mine.

The sentiment is reflected back at me through Roman’s bond. That same possessive word and soon it combines, bleeding into one, morphing into a new word: ours ours ours.

Ours.

We’re as obsessed as each other.

When I come inside her, it’s fucking torturous to withdraw, to stop myself from burying my knot in her tight pussy. My hindbrain has already determined she’s ours, our mate, part of our pack. I should be knotting her and claiming her, snapping my teeth through her neck like I’d done that strawberry.

But I force myself to whip back my hips, painting her once again with stripes of my come, and resort to my own hands for the pressure I need.

I stare down as my come drips through her folds, mixing with the last of the cream.

What a waste! What a fucking waste! It should be in her belly. I should be breeding her.

I shake that thought away and raise my head to Ro.

“We need to get this one cleaned up. We’ve made a mess of her.”

She moans from the bed. “You can make a mess of me any day.”

“But a good alpha does more than fuck up a girl’s sheets, Sophia,” Ro says, already dragging her to the edge of the bed. “He feeds and looks after her too. You know that’s what we want, right? We didn’t turn up on your doorstep for a quick tumble in your bed. We want to spoil you too. We want to look after you and keep you safe.”

Together, we wash her under the hot stream of water, soaping every part of her body and massaging and stroking her soft skin. When we’re finished, we help her out and wrap her in warm towels, combing through her hair and helping her to brush her teeth. She laughs at us and rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s secretly loving it. If she were an omega, she’d be purring for us. I can’t help the noise rumbling in my own chest as we curl up in bed together and she rests her head against my beating heart.

I wonder when the last time was that she let someone care for her like this. I wonder if she ever has.

Soon she’s fast asleep, her shoulders rising and falling softly.

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