Page 22 of Rise of the Alpha

“I don’t know what to do. This woman is infuriating. She’s strong, but then you mention her fucking father, and she does what he says. Does she not know that if she was mated to me, she would be part of the Stonehaven Pack? She wouldn’t be feral or packless. But she’s still so sure she has to do as her pack says. It’s fucking infuriating,” Blaine fusses.

“Well, it seems as if our girl is a hot commodity. We have to lock her down first, so she can't mate with those bastards,” I demand. Blaine is across the room and on my bed straddling me, giving me a good hard hit to the nose. I instantly feel the blood leak from my nose and the crunch I heard had to be him breaking the bone.

“Goddammit, Blaine!” Zeke exclaims as he comes and pulls Blaine off of me.

I’m holding my nose to avoid soaking my sheets in blood. Once he’s totally pulled off of me, I shift into my demon form. I can feel my two horns push through my skull and my tail pop out and wrap itself around Zeke’s leg. Last, my wings spring from my back and nearly knock my two friends over as they take up much of the space in this room. I look over at Blaine and Zeke; Zeke’s chuckling and Blaine just rolls his eyes. “Okay, you’ve made your point. Now shift back, asshole,” he grumbles.

Quickly shifting back, I resume my human form. “Sorry, but someone decided to be a dick and break my nose. I wanted it to heal quickly and properly,” I argue. We’re all back to sitting on our own beds in awkward silence. No one is willing to break the tension in the room while we stare at one another.

“We need to talk about what she’s doing to us. Might I add unknowingly at that,” Zeke, of all people, declares. When neither Blaine nor I add anything, he continues, “Look, we all obviously have a pull toward her, and you are sure she’s your mate, Blaine. So what do we do? Also, Jude, I thought you liked the witchy roommate?”

Blaine shoots me a look that’s giving me ‘yeah, what about her?’ vibes. “Umm, I’m an Incubus. We often have more than one mate or partner to satisfy our energy needs. Maybe Magnolia will let me play with Wylla while she watches or we could get back to the Jude sandwich idea I had.” Ignoring the growling my best friend is raging with, I babble on. “I don’t know what the deal is with the wolf, okay? I have this extreme pull to her, and I have a slighter one to the roommate. I just don’t get it. I've never felt a connection with someone before. So maybe it’s a mate thing with Magnolia and just an attraction to Wylla? But I can’t just let it be. I want to pursue it and see what’s up.”

“Listen, what if we just let things play out? Blaine, you said yourself, you’re her mate, and that she has five to six other mates. What if they are Jude and me? Wouldn’t it be easier and better to share your mate with your best friends than strangers? Especially if she’s part of this Exodus pack. I mean, we all want her and are protective of her. No matter what, she’s your mate for sure, so we would die to protect her, but wouldn’t it be better if she was our mate, too?” Zeke asks. What he says is making sense, and I’m open to it. Sexuality and sharing aren’t new to me. I’m a fucking lust demon, so I feed on sexual energy. But it would be fucking amazing to share my partner with my friends.

We’re both looking expectantly at Blaine, who appears to be deep in thought. “Fine,” he grits out. “But I want it to be natural, and that goes for me, too. I want her to want us and to fall for us, and not be pushy or force her into anything. She’s had enough of that already. I’ll try to calm my wolf, but he’s been very snappy lately. I’m hoping once Magnolia accepts us as her mates, he’ll relax. Wolves also share mates, so I’m thinking he’s just bristly since we haven’t been accepted one hundred percent,” he admits.

“Okay, so we’re going to share her if we’re all her mates, and even if it's just you that’s her mate, I’m good with that. I think we should back off and just be helpful to her. Let her find her footing at the school first. See who she wants to be and ‘can’ be outside of that cult of a pack she comes from,” I plead. Blaine and Zeke are looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles or have shit on my face. “What?” I demand.

“Nothing, man, that’s just, uhm– very unlike you to be serious and not a jokester or incubus–y. HA! Is that a word? If not, it's definitely what you are.” Blaine cracks up at his description of me.

“Laugh it up, assholes. Something about the gray-haired wolf has caught my attention. I just want her to be here, and I don’t like what I’ve heard about this pack.” I bristle, shooting daggers at both of them.

“Now that we are all on the same page and not trying to murder one another, let’s go to sleep. You have to see them tomorrow to finish talking about what happened tonight, and I know we want to be there, too. Classes start tomorrow, and I have a feeling it’s going to be very interesting with Magnolia and Wylla around,” Zeke says as he stretches out on his bed and slides under the covers. Blaine and I agree, and we slide into our beds. Zeke claps twice for the lights to turn off.

Fucking ferret…

Magnolia

Wakingup,Itryto stretch my arms above my head, but I can only lift my right arm, my left is weighed down. Looking over, I see Wylla, her arm draped across my stomach just mere inches from my breasts as her head rests on my arm. We stayed up into the wee hours of the morning just talking, getting to know each other better, anything to put the events that transpired out of my mind. I could have six freaking mates. I don’t even have that many places for them to stick their dicks in.

Fuck my life! It has to be the Alpha’s son and his Betas, there’s no other choice. Blaine has to be wrong, even if he’s not, my pack will never allow it. He's an outsider.

I carefully try to pull myself out of her grasp, but as I do, her hand moves upwards and cups my breast, and she begins to knead it, rolling my nipple between her fingers. I can’t hold back the gasping moan that comes from me.

I’m so caught up in how good it feels and why I’m not pulling away that I don’t notice she lifted her head and is smiling at me. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” she asks as she pushes up my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. She lowers her head and begins flicking her tongue across my pebbled nipple, before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it as she twists the other between her fingers.

I’ve done this to myself so many times I couldn’t begin to count, but it’s never felt like this before. I’m drawn to her so badly, the guys too, but I don’t understand why. I crave them, I want them, my wolf wants to dominate them. But I can’t. This can’t happen.

My brain wants to protest, but when she slips her fingers underneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, sliding them through my wet folds, I can’t push her away. “Fuck, Magz, you’re so wet. So responsive,” she tells me as she lets my tit pop out of her mouth.

“Wylla,” I say breathlessly before I moan out again in pleasure. She starts rubbing circular motions on my clit as she alternates between sucking and nibbling on my nipple.

“Yes, baby. I want you to come for me, all over my fingers. Your pleasure is all I want right now, the rest we’ll figure out later. So just get out of your head and enjoy what I can do for you.”

My legs part for her as I begin to roll my hips, increasing the speed as she’s rubbing my clit. Her hand slides lower to my folds and her slender fingers slide into my tight hole as she pumps in and out of me. She curls the tips when she pulls out, hitting my g-spot as her thumb applies pressure to my clit.

I’m so close I clamp my legs together, eliciting a chuckle from her and spurring her to pump in and out of me faster until I erupt all over her hands in an orgasm unlike I’ve ever felt before.

My body is still shaking from the aftershocks as she pulls her fingers out of me and sits up, smiling almost lovingly. Then it hits me what we just did and how badly I’ve broken the pack rules. She must notice the change in my facial expressions as she slowly stands, hurt in her eyes before confidence and desire replace it.

“Whatever you’re thinking - - stop, Magnolia Holloway. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what just happened between us. Your pack is full of bigots and freaking control freaks. They’ve brainwashed you into their way of thinking about what is right and wrong. You need to think for yourself now. I loved every minute of what we just did. I want you and I want to see what we could be together. I’m going to shower for class.” She walks over to her dresser, grabbing her shower caddy.

Making her way to the door, she looks back over her shoulder one final time, taking the fingers that were just knuckle deep inside my pussy and sticking them in her mouth, sucking them as if they were a popsicle. “You taste delicious; cotton candy. My new favorite flavor.” She opens the door and steps outside the room, before shutting it behind her.

I let my head fall back against the pillow, taking a minute to process what just happened before getting up myself and heading for the shower. Today is the first day of classes, and I still need to go see the counselor.

Forty minutes later, we’re dressed and headed out the door to class. I have just enough time before my first class to stop by the counselor’s office. Hopefully, it isn’t too busy and I can get in and out, adding the introductory courses for my Psychology major. It’s going to be a lot of studying, being a double major, but it’s what I want.

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