All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 11

Eleven

My legs are like limp noodles as I leave Beckett’s office an hour later. He was like a machine, giving me orgasm after orgasm. I'm pretty sure he didn’t allow himself one and denied the offer of a blowjob after everything was said and done.

That was definitely one of my office fantasies come to life, and I can’t erase the smile on my face. Even when Sally pops her head into the room, her eyes taking in my appearance but not saying a word, it doesn’t erase the happiness coursing through me.

Oz wants me. Beckett wants me. It’s an insane development.

“Mr. Cross requested your assistance while you were helping Mr. Sterling.”

Wade .

My heart jumps, and my palms instantly go clammy. He knows about last night. I nod when she just stands there. “Okay. Thank you.”

Smoothing my shirt down, I stand up and cross the room to his shut door. The clouded glass ensures I can’t see inside, so I knock. It’s such a soft sound I’m sure I should just go back to my desk and call him. But then the door swings open, and Wade’s filling the space.

“Mr. Cross, uh, Sally said—” I trip over my words as they tumble over each other to get out of my mouth.

He smiles at my nervous energy and steps back silently offering his space to me. I step inside, and he shuts the door behind me as I assault my lower lip with my teeth.

“Did Beck already talk to you?”

“Mr. Sterling, yes?—”

He chuckles. “I think we’re past that, don’t you? Once you’ve been knotted by someone, you should probably call them by their first name.”

Butterflies explode in my chest at his words. Still, I can’t find my own.

He trails a finger along my shoulder as he circles around to face me. Tilting my chin up, he studies my face. “Are you okay with this?”

Wade, the observant and caring one of the three. He makes my heart swell. I’m such a goner for the three of them. But it isn’t like I can blurt out that I love them. If sex is what they are offering, then it’s what I’ll accept. It’s more than I had before last Friday.

“Yes,” I say.

His whole body relaxes, making me realize how tense he had grown waiting for my response. He would probably walk away without a backward glance if I told him no. Because he’s that kind of guy. At least I’m pretty sure he is.

“Let’s talk, Sugar.”

I wet my lips and swallow as he leads me to the leather sofa. Taking a seat, my body thrums with awareness as he moves across the room and pours each of us a tumbler of scotch. He hands me the glass, and I swirl the liquid around, giving it my full attention, until he clears his throat.

“This is a lot, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not sure what this is,” I admit before taking a sip and immediately losing my breath to the burn as it slips down my throat. The woodsy hints of the aftertaste on my tongue remind me of Wade’s musk.

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” he replies. His Adam's apple works as he downs his tumbler.

That feels big. He wouldn’t be saying that if he knew I was in love with them. Whatever I want. Yeah, if I admitted that I would be left with nothing, and I’m probably already addicted to the sex. Give land a good rain shower in a drought and it sucks it all up after being slightly overwhelmed. I’m the same. Give me more. And even more.

“I want all of it,” I say. Then I add, “The pain and pleasure.”

“Sometimes it’s more about pleasure. Do you want that?”

I nod like a bobblehead. I can’t believe we’re talking about this in his office. Electricity buzzes through me and I’m seconds from straddling him to show him exactly what I want. Shit. I might be sex-crazed. A sex-crazed omega, not in a heat…unheard of, until now.

“Good.” He sets his tumbler on the side table and faces me. “If we overwhelm you, just say the word, we can be a bit intense.”

“Intense is good.”

“Until it’s not. And Sugar, we’ve wanted this for a while.”

I’m not sure what this is, but I nod anyway. Because so much of the same. I’ve wanted all three of them for years. So this is like a dream come true.

He cups my cheek. “I need you to fill out something. You can take it home if you’ll be more comfortable.”

“Is it another NDA?”

He smiles but licks it away as he stands up. “Not quite.” He opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a packet, sliding it across the surface. Curious, I move over to the desk and pick it up.

BDSM Fetishes

A long list of things lines the first page, some things that make me feel like running screaming from the room and some making me warm. I bring my gaze up to his watchful one. “You want me to check off what I like? How do I know if I like it if I haven’t done it?”

“Just rate things that excite you with a five. If reading it turns you off, it probably isn’t for you, and they will get a one. And of course, if you’re curious, somewhere in the middle. This will help when setting scenes. If we know what your hard limits are.”

“Do you have hard limits?” I can feel my cheeks heating at the question. Are we talking about this in his office? Yes, yes, we are.

He shrugs. “I’m more about pleasure. Oz is the one that is into sadism. Where he likes to receive or give pain to make the pleasure heightened. I like to give so much pleasure you’re begging for me to stop, but I entertain my pack mates. Beck rides both lines.”

I’m reminded of what he did during that night, sucking Beckett like it was normal. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I shift on my heels. “Are you—have you, uh—” I’m regretting starting the question the second my mouth opens, and I have no clue how to ask him if he has been on the receiving end of both.

“Yes. I’m also a bottom for my pack. It allows them both an outlet. And I enjoy it.”

My lip forms an ‘o’ as he stares at me, unblinking and unbothered by my line of questioning.

“Shocked, Sugar?”

“I haven’t really heard of an alpha…uh…submitting like that.”

“Is it submitting, or do I really have all the power? That’s the secret, Sugar. The sub has all the power, because with a single word, they can take away everything. They can stop it all.”

I glance down at the list in my hand and then lift my eyes to his again. “What’s your stop word?”

He smirks. “Ketchup.”

An unexpected laugh pops from my mouth. “Why?”

“It’s red. And red means stop. You should fill that out.” He nods at the packet. “Take your time.”

That night, I stare down at the list. Some of it I’ve experienced already, and I enjoyed it. Nipple torture, strong five. Sadism, yes please. Bondage, absolutely. My pen pauses next to clit torture. A quick internet search tells me that it is probably just like nipple torture, only more. With my stomach flipping over, I put a five next to it.

Some of it sounds crazy painful for an alpha. Cock trampling, not appealing. Ball crushing, people like that? Does Oz? Will he want that? I skip it and move on to the next section. Teasing, orgasm denial, forced orgasm; check, check, and check. Male dominance, uh, they are alphas. Queening, just the idea has slick gathering between my legs.

Restraint has a whole section on top of the bondage. Looking up some of them makes me sure they aren’t for me. While others pique my interest. Medical play…all ones, you can keep your needles and knives far away from me, thank you.

Impact play. All of it as long as I’m not bleeding. Deprivation of the senses gets a lot of high marks, and I pause over kidnapping before marking it with a three. How would that even work? The second I saw them, I’d know what it was.

The list goes on, and by the time I’ve filled in the last line, my eyes are tired, and I’m ready for bed.

The second my head hits the pillow, I’m wide awake. Excitement swirls through me, and I run through everything that can happen now. Every fantasy that I might be able to live. The urge to tell Dee has me grabbing my phone, only to see it is after one a.m. and I’m not calling her this late just to tell her I get to have lots of sex.

I snort and roll over. Once the sun starts to rise and peek through my windows, I give up any pretense that I may get some sleep and throw my covers off. I take a quick shower and skip my scent blocker pill and lotion. Anticipation drives each decision. I pull on a mini skirt, skipping the panties. And a button-up shirt, with one of my bras that opens in the front. Then put on natural makeup, hoping it doesn’t look like I tried too hard.

Not that it matters; they will smell my perfume the second I see any of them. I won’t be able to contain it.