My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Everyone disperses to their own activities since there are a few hours left in the evening. Dealing with Olympia and fighting with Brecc and Charlene didn't take nearly as long as one would think. The fight with the neverending zombie wolves took the most time. We were home by normal early dinner time, which I haven't been on time for since the beginning of my Elite training. Cam stands up and laces his big fingers with mine, helping me up. We walk silently to the Alpha's office.

"I agree with Dakota, we need to change this office space up a bit so the four of us can work here together." He closes the door and I look around at the space. The dark masculine walls used to make me feel intimidated. No one ever got called in here unless you did something really bad. Lucas really only used this space to place orders for the pack and go over financials.

He didn't like meeting with other Alphas in here, he said it was pretentious and he didn't need to participate in the d*ck measuring contests. He would walk them around the pack, more interested in showing off what the pack was actually doing than the monetary value of the stuff in his home.

Cam broke me out of my memories, guiding me around the desk to sit me in his lap in the large, formal chair. He pulls my back tight to his chest, presses his nose to the base of my neck and he takes a deep breath.

"This, my little mate, is how we have taken care of the pack for the last two generations. When you inevitably find something wrong with it, we will adapt and move on." He huffed a laugh into my hair. "Actually, Oliver is better with the numbers than I was. We should have him look over it. Do you want me to call...him?...Ah." I barely got my question out as he nibbled my neck and squeezed my boob. "No," His voice is low and growly. Not aggressive, but firm nonetheless. "I want you all to myself for just a little while. Dakota and Oliver are giving us our time."

"Huh?" I can't think with his lips on the back of my neck and shoulders like that. "But, I thought you all wanted to share." I managed to pant out a whole sentence. Every touch feels so good. The three of them are overwhelming in the best way. My brain literally short circuits. But Cam is dominant and demanding. His movements are controlled and borderline painful, without feeling unsafe.

sharing you, Skylar. But we each want your undivided attention too." His hands are roaming everywhere. One is on my torso, the other, squeezing my thigh. "Don't worry. No one is keeping score, we will all get our time with you and you will get whatever you want from us. Just tell us who and what you

legs wide open

laying on my back, all my clothes shredded on the floor. He has my feet propped up on the arms of the desk chair as he

wanted, Love? To be on display for me so your juices drip all over my

big of a turn on for him as it is for me, but have no problem with him thinking of me like this when he works here. That was all the invitation he needed. He dove right in, claiming my p*ssy for his own. My back arched off the desk

with his tongue and my body must have been more wound up than I thought or

can just get me from zero to

them some more?"