“Still,” Raine reminded me.
“What if I said that I wanted to watch you get absolutely annihilated by my pack brothers before you even had a chance to touch me?”
I tore my gaze from Athame and looked at Jackal then Raine in turn. I already knew the length and thickness of Jackal, and the skill Raine had with his fingers. The idea of them having both ends of me, all for Athame’s entertainment made my slick soak into the paper on the chair.
“If that’s what you want,” I answered with a tremble in my voice.
“All done,” Raine announced, wiping away little droplets of blood and ink. He covered the small area with a very thin sheetof Saniderm. “There,” he said as he ran his thumb across the fresh ink. “Now it’s protected.”
I looked at my forearm, and admired the artistry. I couldn’t help but notice the lingering red finger marks on my skin where Raine had held me down in order to keep me still. It hadn’t even hurt and yet I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up with bruises later on. Bruises I would privately cherish.
“It’s perfect,” I said to Raine. “Thank you.”
Athame grabbed me around my other wrist.
“Come on,” she said, pulling me from the chair. “Let’s do this.”
We walked, Athame holding my wrist, the two males coming up close behind. One of them, I didn’t know which, slapped my naked ass and I screamed in delight. We went through a door to a very narrow hall and up a flight of creaking wooden stairs to an apartment that was well-enough furnished, a little messy, and comfortably lived in.
One of them closed and locked the door behind us. To the right was a living room, and the left, a kitchen area. There was a small hallway that I was lead down. We passed a bathroom. And then the mouth of the hall opened up to a pack bedroom. The room was big, with a huge sectional in one corner, and one of those round beds in the centre, festooned with pillows and blankets. There was a mini-fridge, a huge television, a seating area, anything a pack bedroom could need.
Technically it wasn’t a nest, a private place for the pack’s omega to feel safe and like she belonged, but I didn’t care. The thought of being taken by each alpha right on that massive bed set my heart pounding.
“Undress me,” Athame ordered, turning her back to me. As commanded I began to unlace the ribbon down the back of her dress, loosening the corset. The shiny plastic dress came away from her skin like a shedding spider, and fell down her body until it was a puddle of latex and rubber on the floor. She wasfully nude, not even a thong. She turned to face me and took my hand again, leading me to the bed.
Raine grabbed his phone from his pocket and swiped at the screen. The music that had been playing down in the tattoo parlor was now blasting from speakers in the walls. The room thumped and hummed like the concert venue had just an hour before.
“Bend her over the mattress, Athame,” Jackal growled, the sounds of his belt unbuckling ringing like bells under the powerful death metal in the air.
Athame didn’t do that. Instead she lifted my tank top over my head. I raised my arms and soon the scrap of cloth was discarded, thrown somewhere in the room. She unclipped my bra and I dropped my arms, letting it fall, a swaying leaf, to the carpeted floor.
“Turn around,” Athame said. Again, I did as I was ordered, facing the two male alphas and presenting my complete nakedness to them, except for a few bracelets and the collar Athame had buckled around my neck earlier.
She wrapped her arms around me, across my chest, squishing the softness of my breasts in her embrace. She bit the collar, teeth sinking into the thick leather. One hand traveled down my flat belly, fingers disappearing between my legs as she bent me forward so I had to force my ass into her lap. Her hand pat at my pussy, like playing in the world’s shallowest puddle, still sending tiny drops of slick out with her splashing.
Before my eyes, Raine and Jackal stripped down to nothing. Both had completed sleeves of tattoos from shoulder to wrist; complicated, intricate swirls of color and shadow that hypnotized me. I was eager to ask about the stories painted on their arms.
Later though.
Their eyes were practically black with how dilated they were. Athame’s teeth teased my ear. My legs trembled underneath me, so she was all but holding me up.
“Where do you want to begin?” she asked.
I hadn’t thought my answer would change. I still wanted to be taken first by the pack lead, but now, I wanted more than that.
“All of you,” I admitted.
With a knowing smirk, Athame released me and I stumbled. Raine caught me and I gazed up at him.
“On the bed,” Athame ordered.
I drew away from Raine and crawled obediently onto the bed.
“On your back,” the pack lead said, and I lay on my back.
Athame crawled onto the bed with me. At the foot of the bed, the weight shifted and I smelled Raine’s strawberry-lemonade scent flourish as he wedged himself between my thighs.
I felt Jackal’s presence more than saw him move.
