Page 52 of Rise of the Alpha

Soon the room is filled with cries of pleasure as I cover my hand in my own release. Wylla and Maggie arch off the bed, crying out and shaking as they both cum all over my fingers and tail. Pulling out of them at the same time, I bring both to my mouth and suck one finger and the tip of my tail between my lips. “Mmmm, you taste like citrus sugar together. My new favorite snack,” I purr, and they giggle.

Walking to the shower caddy that was left abandoned on the floor, I reach in and grab out a pack of wipes and pull one out, cleaning up my tail and cock. I throw the used wipe in the trash before grabbing another and cleaning both girls up. They climb off the bed and trudge to the mirror to fix their thoroughly fucked hair.

Hearing the noise of furniture moving, Wylla spins. “The fuck are you doing, demon boy?” Then she sees me moving the beds together to create one huge bed. “Oh, good idea, incubus.”

When the beds are moved to my liking, I crawl in, and when the girls are done, they join me. Maggie is in the middle, and Wylla is on the outer edge. I wrap an arm around Maggie and pull her close to me. Wylla reaches up, grabbing her hand, and they stare at each other like they're having a silent conversation.

I leave them be as I close my eyes and fall asleep in my girls’ bed in a state of pure bliss, my energy reserves overflowing. Tonight was a good fucking night.

Magnolia

Iawake,burningup,not believing the fucking erotic dream I had about Wylla, Jude, and myself. It was so good, I’m getting hot and bothered just remembering it. I go to roll out of bed, but I’m stopped by the very feminine, tattooed leg draped across my thighs and a very masculine arm cupping my breast. Also, might I add, it’s a very naked feminine leg over my very exposed crotch.

Fuck, it wasn’t a dream! It really happened!My first freaking sexual experience with a guy. Wylla and I have messed around, but it’s never gone as far as it did last night. Then Jude and what he did with his tail, my center immediately clenches as heat rushes to it.

I need a shower, a nice long cold shower to calm my lustful body. Carefully lifting Jude’s hand from my breast, exposing my pebbled nipple, then easily guiding Wylla’s leg off of me, I slither down the middle of the bed like the snake in the Garden of Eden.

Once I’m at the end of the bed, I slowly sit up, looking back over my shoulder to see the two of them have gravitated toward each other. A beaming smile covers my face at the sight of the two of them as memories of last night flood my mind. It was truly a wonderful experience I wouldn’t have wanted to have with anyone else. Well, maybe a few more. But I already have a delightful suspicion that I’ll have some amazing moments to make with them as well.

Standing, I tiptoe over to my dresser, taking hold of my shower caddy, robe, and room key, and move toward the door to quietly exit the room. “Where are you going, Maggie?” comes from the sex demon in my bed, his gravelly morning voice sending tingles across my skin.

“Shower, go back to sleep,” I whisper to him, not wanting to wake Wylla.

“Okay, I love you, Maggie,” he whispers back before scooting closer to Wylla and draping his arm over her waist as he nestles his face into her rainbow hair.

Did he really just say that?Did he mean it that way, or was it just a casual word of affection? My mind is on overload as I step into the hallway and shut the door behind me, making sure to close it softly, so it doesn’t make too much noise.

Making my way down the hall to the communal bathroom, there’s nothing but silence. Very unlike a typical Monday morning. Either we really slept in or something crazy is going on. But it does warrant me some freedom in the bathroom to ease this ache between my thighs without anyone hearing me.

I make sure to check every stall and once I'm satisfied I’m alone, I hastily undress, placing my discarded clothes and robe on the bench outside the stall. Turning on the water to full blast, I let the heat from the spray soothe my aching muscles as my hands slide down over my breasts, along my stomach, to my aching heat. I allow my finger to slip through my folds, teasing my little bundle of nerves as I replay last night in my mind. I’m so aroused, it doesn’t take long before I’m exploding all over my fingers, as I reach out with my free hand and brace myself against the wall. Not even a minute later, I hear the bathroom door slam open as it hits the wall and muffled feminine giggles. Thank fuck, I finished in time.

I lather myself up with some soap and quickly wash my body. I’m hoping Wylla is up when I get back to the room because we need to do this spell sooner rather than later. If my betrothed gets wind of what happened last night, not only am I being dragged out of here but Wylla and Jude are as good as dead. Alpha Johnson and his son are cut-throat, and there’s no way they will let us off with the shame of what we did. Not with the way it would look for his son to be shamed by a mere woman of no standing. I’d probably be shunned by my pack, locked away in some dank, mildewed cell in some underground tavern.

I took longer than I planned in the shower and rushed back to our room, opening the door slowly, I step inside, keeping my head down as I tiptoe over to my dresser and place my caddy on it, before tossing my clothing into the overflowing laundry hamper. We really need to do some laundry, otherwise, I am going to have to go commando.

“Umm… why are you sneaking around?” Wylla asks from behind me, which makes me jump out of my skin, and let out a startled shriek, not noticing that she was awake.

“Fuck, you scared the ever-loving piss out of me.” She’s doubled over laughing as I scan the room, noticing that Jude is missing. “Where’s Jude?”

“Oh, the demon sex freak headed upstairs to wake up the rodent and the puppy for class. They’re going to be back down in a few, so we can head over and get something to eat,” Wylla tells me as she slides her shirt over her head.

“Oh… okay.” I open my drawer and pull out a pair of panties and step into them, sliding them up my body. Taking off my robe, I hang it on the hook on the dresser before pulling out a bra and putting it on, fighting with trying to hook it in the back.

“Let me help you with that, babes,” Wylla croons. I feel the air shift as she steps up behind me, taking the clasps from my hand and hooking them. Reaching around my waist, she lets her hands slide over my bare stomach as she leans in and begins to pepper soft kisses along my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I mutter softly. “Wylla…” I pause, waiting for her response.

“Uh-huh,” comes out muffled against my skin, as she continues, moving across my skin to give some attention to the other shoulder.

“Do you think we could do the spell sooner than later?” I pull away from her, moving over to the closet. I slide the hangers across the pole until I find the dress I want. Slipping it over my head, I allow my hands to smooth out all the wrinkles before I turn back to face Wylla.

“Is there a reason you’re in a hurry now? Has something changed?” she asks as she moves over and takes a seat on her bed.

Letting out a deep sigh, I head over and take a seat beside her. Reaching out, I grasp her hand in mind before I continue, “I don’t want to go back to my pack. There’s no way I can do another weekend visit. I’m afraid the next time I go back, they won’t let me leave, and I’ll be stuck there and never see you again. Do you think Blaine would talk to his father and see if I can join his pack and swear an oath of loyalty to them? If not, then I’m going to have no choice but to go rogue and leave here to go somewhere my father and Alpha Johnson can never find me,” I rush out, maintaining a tight grip on her hand as a lone tear slides down my cheek, falling onto our joined hands.

“I’m sure Blaine would jump at that chance,” she tells me, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile

“Even if we’re not mates, because we still don’t know for sure, and if I am mated by a bond to the Alpha heir and Betas, my joining their pack could end in a war. Would they really want that? I’ve just got so many questions and fears, Wylla. If someone got hurt because of me, I don’t know that I could live with myself.”

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